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“Yeah, Mack, I’ve locked this little slut down. Anyone ever touches her, and I’ll fuckin’ kill ‘em and scatter their body parts on every highway I drive.” I swallow roughly at his vow but can’t help how my body squirms.
He hasn’t even popped my cherry, and already, I need him more than my next breath.
“Lucky bastard,” Mack grunts. “We’ll get her car taken care of. Get out of here before you’re forced to make good on that threat.”
In the next second, I’m slung over Big Daddy’s shoulder, and he’s striding towards his truck. After helping me in, he follows behind.
“Get your fuckin’ ass on that bunk and strip.” I bite my lip at his snarled directive, trying to stifle my need for him.
Something must be wrong with me; I shouldn’t be this turned on by a stranger. But then he gives me a look, and I glimpse beyond the layers of his frustration. His lust is at the forefront, sure, but it’s more. It’s the warmth and safety I feel in his presence. I’ve never known anything like it before.
Instinct tells me to trust him. I feel deep down in my soul that Big Daddy would never hurt me, not for anything. I know this in the same way I know my mother will exploit me again the first chance she gets.
That thought spurs me on because, more than anything, I long to please this enormous beast of a man. I want him to want to keep me around because, after the way he’s touched me and fed me pleasure, I don’t think I can ever go back to a normal life again.
More importantly, I don’t want to.
FOUR
BIG DADDY
I’m fucking fuming with rage.
Not because my sweet little girl came out to tease me.
Not even because other men saw her perfection in the skimpy top and shorts.
But fucking Mack. I could kill him for what he said back there.
“Aren’t you too old for her? What if this is her having daddy issues?”The words repeat in my head. Of fuckin’ course I’m too goddamned old for her. I know that. I don’t need this jackass pointing it out to me.
What really got me was the fucking envy in his eyes. I could sense his desire to steal her away, and I wanted to rip his damn head off.
Mack has been one of my closest friends since middle school, and the fury boiling my blood isn’t foreign—it’s why I went to fuckin’ prison—but it’s new in the sense that it’s aimed towards Mack. He’s one of the few people who stuck by me when my life went to shit.
“Daddy?” Matilda’s timid voice soothes some of the frenzy inside me.
“Yeah, baby girl?” I glance at her in the rearview mirror. Why the fuck they put those in a rig like this is beyond me.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, and I want to smash my fist against the wheel, but I know if I do, I’ll not only break the damn thing. I’ll frighten her, too.
I remain silent until I park in the back of the truck stop. Shutting off the engine, I lock the doors and spin around to face her, dropping to my knees as I maneuver her body towards me. I drag her hips to the edge of the bed and bury my face between her luscious tits, kissing the side of each one before drawing back to look into her vivid green eyes. She’s so fuckin’ perfect.
“Nothing for you to be sorry about, little girl,” I tell her as her hands brush through my thick hair, calming me even more.
“But you were so angry.” Her voice remains barely a whisper.
“Not at you.” I shake my head. “Never at you.” An adorable smile works its way across her lips. “Now tell me, baby, you got anyone you need to call so they know you’re safe?” I hate giving her an easy out to leave me, but I’d be pissed if this were my daughter and her man didn’t offer the same options.
“I should probably call my father.” She doesn’t sound enthused about it. Grabbing her phone off the dash, I hand it to her.
Once the phone is to her ear, I don’t think, I act. Spreading her legs wide, I kiss up and down her silky thighs, savoring the sweet taste of her flesh.
“Hi, Dad,” she says when the man answers. There’s a catch in her throat, and I meet her stare before burying my face in her center. I can tell she wants to squeal her surprise. To further torment her, I rub my beard back and forth across her soaked lips, making sure to brush her little clit that peeks out, wanting to play as well.
“No, Dad, I’m fine.” Her breathing stalls when I clamp my lips over the pearl, sucking it deep into my mouth. “My car broke down outside the racetrack.” She bites her fist as he responds to her.
Slipping a digit inside her gloriously tight channel, I grin when she moves the phone away from her ear, puts it on speaker, and then mutes it. I want to curse the man out for the way he’s yelling at her, but Matilda leans down and whispers in my ear, “Please, Big Daddy, make me come.”
