Page 1 of Mack Daddy

CHAPTER 1

Mack

Rain pounds against the shop's front windows as I sit in my chair for the first time today. Over the past few weeks, my skin has been crawling with anticipation. I haven’t a fucking clue why, but I know something life-changing is coming. The wait is what’s making me cranky.

I’ve been working longer hours, taking on more customers, and now, my crew is beginning to question not only my sanity but if they’ve still got jobs because I’ve been doing the work of three or four men lately.

“Uh, Mack, you better come out here.” Amy, my receptionist for as long as I’ve owned Mack Mechanics, calls for me.

Sighing, I heave my massive body out of my chair and head to the front. I’ve been a big guy my entire life. Always taller than the other kids, heavier, meatier, and it’s kept people at a distance. In my youth, I was angry about it all the fuckin’ time. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve grown used to the solitude. So, when I tell you everything within me wishes to shrink the instant I step into my front office, I ain’t fuckin’ kidding. The scene that greets me is a young woman, soaked to the bone, every stitch of clothing plastered to her body, and damn near see-through. The icing on the cake is that, for the first time in a decade, my dick has made itself known.

Sure, I’ve been attracted to pretty girls before, but my cock knows the deal. Girls fear us. First, my giant ass, then his oversized head, lengthy girth, and bulging veins. I’ve kept him on lock for years, never sporting a woody unless I want to. I wasn’t prepared for this little pixie before me, however. Her chattering teeth shake her entire body with the force, those blue lips damn near frozen from the storm.

“What the fuck are you doing out in this weather, little girl?” My dick twitches, and I think she lets out a breathy little moan. Storming over, I grip her shoulders gently, not wanting to frighten her, but needing her out of here before one of my mechanics comes in from the shop and eyes what belongs to me.

My steps falter at the thought.

I’ve never had the imagery of a woman being mine before.

Her small, blue doe eyes stare up at me, wonder circling her pupils as she curls into my body. Amy’s eyes rise as a half-smile plays across her lips. “I’m going to see if we have a blanket or something around here,” she says and saunters off.

“Come on, we need to get you out of these wet clothes.”

Directing the woman towards my office, I close the door a bit and hit the button to close the shades around the room. Using my body to block any view of her from the front office, I grip the bottom of her shirt and command, “Arms up.” She doesn’t hesitate. The sheer lace of her bra does nothing to hide the peach-colored nipples on her plump tits. Dropping the soaked shirt to the ground, I flick the back of her bra open, and it falls down her arms, pooling at her feet.

“Shoes.” I swallow roughly, my dick pulsing in my jeans, leaking like a faucet. Kneeling in front of her, I grab the zipper tab on the side of her long skirt and slide it down. She squirms in front of me. Glancing up, I notice her chest heave as she breathes. “Not going to hurt you, little girl.” I try to keep my voice soft.

“I know,” she whispers, lifting her hand, and those tiny fingers brush across my jaw like a lover’s caress.

Fuck, she’s got me on my knees for her. Literally and figuratively.

Gripping her skirt and panties, I pull them both down her legs, revealing her goddess body to me in all its naked, shivering glory. I’m a sick, sick man because this woman is vulnerable, and all I can think about is diving between her legs and lapping at her like a fool dog until she comes so hard she passes out.

Whipping off my shirt, I slip it over her lithe body before picking her up and carrying her to my desk. Sitting in the chair, her pussy rides across my belly as we sit, her thighs splayed on either side of me. Forcing back the groan making its way up my throat, I cradle her head to my chest and rub a soothing hand along her back.

My cock is ready to sink in nice and deep to what I’m sure is a tight fuckin’ pussy that’ll bring me to my knees, but I force myself to remain still. She says she isn’t afraid of me, but that could change once she gets her wits about her again.

“Knock, knock.” The door opens as Amy enters, a towel in one hand and a blanket in the other. “Found these up in the lunchroom. Cleaners were here yesterday, so they’re not all gross yet.” Her eyes shine inquisitively as she walks over, seeing this sweet thing in my lap and her head resting on my chest. The shivering isn’t as violent now.

“Thanks, Amy. Would you mind sending one of the guys on a coffee run? Bring her back a tea and some chicken noodle soup?” My receptionist nods, then helps me wrap the girl’s hair in the towel. I think she’s fallen asleep on me.

“No problem.” Amy stares at the woman momentarily, a soft look on her face. “Sweet thing, she is.” I grunt at that. “Trusting, too.” She gives me a warning look not to break that trust.

“Sure is,” I agree. After a few seconds, Amy leaves to do as I asked, dimming the lights and closing the door behind her to give us privacy.

“Where in the world did you come from?” I murmur, curious about this sweet little girl that’s fallen into my lap. Awakening my long-lonely heart and my nearly comatose dick.

Grabbing the tiny remote on my desk, I’m suddenly glad I had Mikey—one of my more technology-driven mechanics—wire up my office for greater accessibility as I turn on the music from the stereo in the corner and open one of the blinds to the window overlooking the front of my business.

I’ve always enjoyed rainstorms. They calm the whirling emotions that typically ravage me from the inside out. Ever since one of my best and longest friends, Big Daddy, passed through town with that hot little number on his arm, I’ve been yearning for a girl of my own. Matilda didn’t stir me even a little bit, but this girl…three seconds of her within eyesight, and I was ready to drop to my knees and beg her to let me carry her everywhere she wanted to go.

The girl lets out a soft humming sound as she cuddles in closer to me, her wet pussy rubbing along my aching dick. I bite back a moan, but the hand on her ass squeezes until she squirms closer still. I feel myself leaking in my pants, dying to get inside of her molten heat.

CHAPTER 2

Emma

Warmth seeps into my bones as my brain begins waking up. I was terrified when the storm suddenly came on as I drove into Darlington. All I’d been looking for was a cheap motel and a hot meal for the night. Then BAM! Out of nowhere, a torrent of rain poured down like a waterfall. My crappy little car couldn’t handle the change on the road, and as I turned slowly down the street, it hydroplaned and landed us right into a pole that didn’t even dent, but my car fizzled and popped—dying on the spot.

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