Page 2 of Big Daddy

CHAPTER 2

Big Daddy

I didn’t expect her to actually do it. I muttered the words, and it was fucking instantaneous. Cupping her cunt with one hand over her tiny bottoms, I can feel her pussy throbbing, begging to be filled with my huge cock. The other holds her to my chest so she doesn’t fall into her car’s engine.

“Fucking beautiful, little girl.” She whimpers again. It’s how I knew she was mine. She just begs to be dominated by a Daddy who knows how to take care of her. “You’re soaked for me, aren’t you?” She mutters something about being the dumb bitch who dies, and I can’t help chuckling. “No plans on killing you, sweetness, but I’m definitely fucking this pussy tonight. You a virgin?” Pressing my forehead into the back of hers, I pray to fuck she is. I don’t know why, I just need to see her blood on my dick. I’m a sick, sick man.

“Never been touched.” She barely breathes out the words, and my dick damn near punches a hole through my jeans to get at her. “How did you manage that?” She turns in my arms as she asks that, and I grip her closer so her bare ass doesn’t hit the sizzling grill of her car.

“Make you come?” She nods at my response, her bright green eyes wide with curiosity. “You’re mine. Your body knows it, respects my command.” Squeezing her cunt in my hand, her gasp turns into a moan. “Your radiator is shot. You need a new one.”

“Wh-what?” Her glossy eyes can’t focus beyond the pleasure I’m supplying her.

“You need a new radiator. Helps regulate your engine. Can’t move without one.”

She lets out a strangled groan as she deflates in my arms. “What the hell am I going to do now?”

I don’t believe the question is for me, but I answer anyway. “I’ve got a buddy in Darlington. I’ll have him come get the car, take it back to his shop, and see what he can do.” Fucking junk it for all I care.

“Thank you.” She relaxes slightly before muttering, “Maybe he’ll drop me off at a hotel.”

“I don’t fucking think so,” I bark out so roughly that she jumps in my arms, sliding away from me in her haste. “No man gets to come near you, especially dressed like that.” I realize my anger is reflected on my face. I can see it in the widening of her eyes and the way she’s backing away from me, but I can’t help it. I need her to understand that she’s mine, that no other man around will ever do.

“I think that’s my choice.” Her chin juts up in challenge, and my palm itches to wail on her round ass.

“Not anymore,” I correct her. She lost that choice the minute my gaze settled on her. I haven’t felt this animalistic and possessive since prison.

As I prowl closer, I catch the fire in her eyes and lick my lips. I want her to fight me. I want her to scratch and claw her way to getting what she wants. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She smacks her hands on her hips and stops retreating. I notice how her breathing picks up, though; she likes this.

I don’t say anything as I move nearer, watching her pupils dilate, and her thighs rub together. As soon as I’m close enough, I reach out and snatch her throat in my grasp, fingers wrapping nearly all the way around her delicate neck as her hands grip my arm.

Lifting slightly so she’s forced onto her tiptoes, I lick across her lips as my free hand slides down the front of her bottoms, swiping through her dripping wet folds.

“You’re a horny little slut for Big Daddy, aren’t you.” There’s no doubt about it when she whimpers while leveling me with a glare.

“You’re disgusting.” There’s no heat behind those words. She likes this game, and I’m willing to bet she had no idea she would until I came along. She’s been waiting for me.

She was right. Two strangers in the middle of the highway, no other cars in sight, and the sun slowly creeping lower and lower; I could be a killer. But the only thing I want to do to my sweet Matilda is fuck her until all she sees is me.

Dragging her abruptly into my body, I bite her lip until she tries to pull away. “I might be, but you, my sweet little girl, are loving it. I’m willing to bet you’ve never been challenged by a man before. Wouldn’t know what to do with one who wants to control you.”

Gripping her thigh, I drag it up until she’s wrapped it around my ass. “You’re so fucking tiny. Like a pretty little doll, I could manipulate you into doing anything I wanted.”

Her glare intensifies, and my fingers tighten.

“All I want, however, is to claim you as mine.”

“Why?” After all that, she finally speaks.

“I’m a forty-two-year-old man who spent ten years in prison for nearly beating a prick to death, and the only thing I’ve owned…wanted to own…is that rig over there. Until I saw you.”

“You’re older than my daddy.” I growl at her use of the word in reference to another man.

“The only one you’ll be calling Daddy, little girl, is me.” Her tongue peeks out to wet her lips, and my eyes follow the action. “Now, you’re going to sway your fine ass over to my truck, climb all the way in, and settle in for a long fucking ride.”

“What are you going to do?” She’s finally getting the big picture.

“I’m going to call my friend to come get your car and grab your bags before we head into town. We’ll spend the night in my truck, where I’m going to worship your golden pussy until you pass out from pure pleasure.” She’s rubbing against me now, hands on my chest instead of where I’m holding her throat.

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