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“Don’t you worry, baby girl, Daddy will get you ready for the good, painful kind of fucking I want to give you.” I swallow at his words, excitement coursing through me. “For now, I want your mouth around my dick. Suck me like I’m your favorite lollipop.”

Licking my lips, I do precisely that, his finger still in my ass. I swallow down his dick like it’s my very own sucker and don’t stop until he’s thrusting past the point I can fit him into my mouth and growling out his orgasm. I gulp down as much of his seed as I’m able, but it still slips down my chin and onto my breasts before I sit back, and he rubs his mark into my skin.

“My good girl, such a filthy little whore.” The affection in his tone warms my heart. I love the way he speaks to me. I recognize that I shouldn’t, mainly because we just met, and I had no idea this was something I was into, but he makes it special.

By the time we’ve eaten breakfast in the diner that primarily caters to truckers and we’re on the road to his next pickup, I’m dying to ask him a million questions.

“I see you squirming, princess. Ask me.” I love that he picks up on my cues so well.

“What’s your real name, Daddy?” I know how much he loves me calling him that, so I don’t stop.

Tapping the license clipped into the visor, he replies, “Joshua Stergen.”

“Sexy,” I murmur as I grab the hard plastic and recite his information in my mind. He’s turning forty-two in three months. Maybe I’ll be ready for anal by then. I bet he’d love that.

“Have you always been a trucker?” Replacing the license, I sit back in my seat.

“I was a kid once,” he jokes, making me smile. “Grew up in Darlington, actually. Mack and I have been friends since we were punk kids.” The smile falters as he glances at me from the corner of his eye. Traffic is light this morning, so I’m not concerned. “I was locked up for a decade in my twenties.” I swallow roughly at his confession, staring at his big hands, those bulging biceps. I can only imagine why.

The mood has shifted, but I ask anyway. “How come?”

His lips thin into a flat line, and despite his apparent dislike of this conversation, he’s forthcoming with the answer. “I was in with a rough crowd in my youth. Bucked authority and hated life in general. I was dealt a pretty shitty deal with drunk parents who only cared about whether I made a run to the liquor store before school.”

“I’m so sorry, Joshua.” The name feels funny on my tongue; I’m so used to calling him Daddy. His sideways glare tells me he doesn’t like it either. “Daddy,” I correct with a little smile.

“Make sure it stays that way, baby girl.” That sure heated up fast.

“I came upon some asshole in a bar treating his girl like shit…beat the crap out of her. Wasn’t the first time I’d seen them or her all bruised up, but it was the first time I stepped in.” His throat works roughly as he maneuvers the truck into another lane to pass a slow driver. “He was choking the girl, would have killed her. I beat him to an inch of his life. He’s still being fed through a tube.”

“I bet you were her hero.” A sardonic bark of laughter bursts from within him.

“Not even fuckin’ close, baby girl. That bitch took the stand against me and said it was a game they played, and she was into it, despite evidence proving otherwise. She hammered the nail in my coffin.” His head shakes as though trying to brush the entire ordeal off his shoulders.

“Bitch,” I hiss. His eyes whip to mine in shock. “She should have been on her knees before you. I hope she got the kind of life she deserved.” Folding my arms, I realize I’m angry at this woman. She has no idea how decent, sweet, and dirty my man is, and she nearly ruined him.

“Awe, princess, don’t you worry about me. I got my shit together. Was released from prison two years early, readied myself for a life as a trucker, and got a surprise inheritance from my grandparents when they died, investing in this beauty and a nice little place on the Florida coast…I’d always wanted a place there.” I do smile, then.

“Well, I’m glad something good came out of it.” Sliding onto my knees beside his seat, I lay my head on his powerful thigh and stare up at him.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Lust fills his eyes as his free hand brushes quickly through my hair before it’s needed back on the shifter.

“I got to meet you.” I’m breathless with anticipation for the future, and all the things being his baby girl will bring.

CHAPTER 6

Big Daddy

After stopping for a late lunch at some burger and shake place along the way, we picked up the scheduled load of produce heading for Jacksonville, and the closer we get to the city, the more nervous Matilda becomes. I want to relax her, but she’s got all this pent-up energy thanks to the messages her parents have been sending her since last night.

They range from love and concern from her father to hateful and everywhere in between from her mother. The hate coming from her mother makes me want to give the bitch a piece of my mind, but Matilda is too damn sweet and won’t allow me to respond.

Hoping to distract her, I decide to flip the twenty questions over to her since I’ve been answering them all day. “So, do I finally get to know why you were broken down wearing that skimpy bikini last night?” Christ, was it only last night? I feel like I’ve had this girl in my truck for months.

Her face lights up at my question, and I realize it’s the only one I’ve asked about her, and I want to kick my own ass. “Well, I’m a model. My mom was my manager and agent for, well, basically everything in California, and I hated it; it’s why I moved in with my dad. I’ve always wanted to branch out on my own but never got the chance…until now.”

“A model?” I can see it. She’s gorgeous.

“Yeah, my mom got me into it when I was ten, and it blossomed from there. But recently, she wanted me to transition into doing nude shoots, and I couldn’t stand it.” A blush stains her cheeks as she glances at me. “I realize I was nearly naked yesterday, but the important things were covered. I’m just uncomfortable sharing that part of myself with the public.” Her hands twist, and I reach over, bringing one to my mouth to kiss the inside of her wrist.

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