“Daddy,” I moan, knowing that name will get this bull bucking.
His dark eyes narrow as he works my open folds down on the solid length of his cock while simultaneously reaching up to weave his fingers into the roots of my hair. He tugs, exposing my neck, pulling me to his mouth, and sinks his teeth into my tender flesh.
“That’s right, baby. I’m Daddy. And when I get that ring on your finger, my name latched to the end of yours, you’ll get all the thick, Daddy dick your greedy, bratty pussy can handle.”
“Then let’s godo it. Right now. This truck has a half tank of gas, and that’s enough to get us to Wyoming. You can get married same day as you get your license there.”
I bob my eyebrows playfully, then immediately regret it when I see the flash of pain in his eyes. I’ve belonged to Roman since we were barely out of diapers, but there’s something in him that he can’t quite work out, and it sticks an iron poker in my heart.
He’ll marry me. I know he will. But he’s got chips on his shoulders the size of Mount Rushmore, rightful or not, and he needs to put those down before he carries me over a threshold.
He’s spent a few turns in the county lock-up for using his fists to end an argument instead of his boots to walk away from it.
I’m as addicted to that darkness as I am to his light. But Roman always sees every little mistake he makes as a personal failing.
His brother and sister never treated him any different than if they’d all been born to the same parents, and Allister and Leah raised him with the same love and discipline they gave the twins, but something came with Roman from his past that he can’t quite shake.
Doesn’t help that myactualdaddy won’t stay off his case the last few years.
I mean, I understand he likely wouldn’t wantanyonethinking filthy thoughts about his little girl, and we haven’t made it official to the family all that we’ve been doing in the back of his truck since we were sixteen.
But, still, my dad makes sure Roman knows his choices have consequences. And one of them is losing the respect of an uncle who made a living helping people who’d run their lives off the tracks.
“Tell me you love me,” Roman snarls as he works our needy parts together, that glorious tension rising up from the depths of my belly, melting when he takes my hair again. The burn as he pulls sends me to that place where the world disappears.
“I love you,” I blurt out without hesitation.
He knows I do, but he loves hearing me say it as much as he loves cheering me on at my competitions. Our future is filled with rodeos and silver belt buckles, and I can’t wait to hear my name called for the first time, ‘fastest time of the night goes to…Mrs. EmilyMarshall!’with Roman standing right behind me.
“God, Daddy.” I moan and flex my hips. I’m so close, the ridge of his cock popping on my clit as he rubs us together. My hands work the hem of my tank top upward as he leans forward and pinches the pink lace of my bra, ripping it down, exposing my breast.
I gasp and buck, his hat flying off my head as he latches on, drawing down my nipple at the same time as thrusting his hips upward, as we convulse together in a frantic orchestra of youth and lust.
He drags his teeth over the puckered flesh, then releases it from his lips with a groan.
Heat spreads over my chest, my cheeks, everywhere as I ride the length of his erection like I’m going in for that last turn on the barrel, hell-bent for the prize at the end of the ride. We’re a tangled ball of grunts, panting and cursing, our bodies slick with the effort.
“Let me just talk to my dad,” I whine as he works his cock against me, his cheeks hollow, working my nipples back and forth.
Sucking sounds and the scent of sex fill the cab as the July sun cuts through the tree shade, sending bolts of white light across his chiseled face.
God, this man.
He’s not just gorgeous, he’s a drug. Two parts danger, three parts Daddy, and a thousand parts stubborn and sexy.
Oh, and as many parts genius, though he downplays that quality. He and Casey have used their geek brains to create some mad-brilliant tech ideas ever since they were in middle school, and now, with some new LLM leverage, their geek-out sessions are equal parts hilarious and mad sexy as well.
My cousin Carrie isn’t into making games or apps like they are, but she knows more about contract law than even her instructors at Big Sky East University, the private college they’ve been attending since they both graduated as dual valedictorians at sixteen.
I only wish my dad would see what I see in Roman and not be so overprotective that all he focuses on is the rough edges and missteps of Roman Marshall.
When Roman comes up for a breath from my tits, my belly and legs are jelly as he works my body up and down on his dick like a sex doll before attacking my mouth with his, his tongue winding with mine, warm, thick, and so familiar.
How lucky we are that somehow, even from before our memories are clear, we both knew we were meant to be. That on a soul level, we were foretold under some glorious stars in a vast universe.
“Fuck, baby. I can’t wait to be inside your pussy. If it feels this good rubbing on my dick, I’m damn near gonna die of happiness when I get inside you.” Roman’s jawline hardens. The furrows in his forehead deepen as our movements turn jerky and the temperature in the cab goes up ten degrees.
“Just put thetipinside me,” I beg, cocking my hips upward to catch the head at my entrance, but his hands are vices on my hips, keeping me from sucking him into my greedy recesses. “Just the tip.”
