Page 5 of Big Daddy

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.”

Slipping a hand around her neck, I slam my lips over hers, fucking her mouth with my tongue until she’s breathless. “Your wish is my command.”

Shoving a second finger into her cunt, I hook both and begin rubbing on her g-spot as my lips wrap around her tender clit, and in less time than it took her to dial her father, she’s screaming my name and covering me in her sweet, sticky fluids as she squirts all over my face and bare chest.

“Matilda? Hello! Did I lose you? Matilda!” Gently lapping at her lips to ease her out of the climax, her limp arm reaches out for the phone, pressing the button to unmute the man.

“I’m here, Dad. I just got tired of you yelling at me, so I put the phone down.” Her sass makes me grin as I withdraw my fingers and lick them clean. She tastes so fucking good.

“You’re making foolish choices, Matilda. What do you expect?” Her entire body flushes with embarrassment, and as tempted as I am to lose it on the man, the tears in her eyes stop me.

“You’re right, Dad, I am stupid. Wanna know just how dumb your only child is? I’m going to let this buff, burly trucker own me until I can’t breathe.” She hits the mute button again so she can finish her thought without scarring them both, “He’s going to ravish the fuck out of my body until I’m too sensitive to touch, and when he’s done with my pussy, I’m giving him my ass.” She then hangs up on him after an abrupt goodbye, filling his stunned silence and looking like she wants to throw her phone, but instead, she shuts it off and drops it on the floor of the cab. “Some days, I want to strangle him,” she mumbles, and I can tell she’s about to cry.

Stripping out of my clothes, I drag her up the bed so we’re both vertical, and I settle between her splayed thighs. Kissing along her shoulder and up her neck, I suck on the sensitive spot behind her ear.

“Daddy’s got you now, baby girl. I’ll always take care of you.” Brushing the crown of my dick through her folds, Matilda’s eyes close as she gasps. She’s so fuckin’ hot and tender. I could lose myself in her body and die a happy man.

“Take me, Daddy, please make me yours.” Circling her wrists with one hand, I hold them above her head, trapping her beneath me as I hook one leg over my shoulder and slowly push into her tight entrance.

“I’m too fuckin’ big for you, little girl.” When I begin to withdraw, she sobs. “Sshhh, baby, I’m not going anywhere; just need to go slow so I don’t rip you apart.”

“Please, please, please,” she cries out again, thrusting her hips up at me, forcing me to sink deeper than I want to at the moment. Her chest lifts like an offering. Capturing a nipple between my lips, I suck intensely, drawing the stiff peak into my mouth until I feel another surge of wetness from her pussy.

Punching my hips forward, Matilda screams until she’s hoarse, as I’m seated all the way inside her. My hips rest against the back of her thighs.

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