Page 3 of Mack Daddy

“My stepmother.”

“Why?”

“She wants me to marry a man who will not treat me right. She wants his money and status, and I want…” What do I want? Not the man she chose for me. I’ve heard the rumors about him. He is not kind.

“What? You want what, Emma?” My shoulders lift, and I look down, suddenly fascinated with my feet.

“A Daddy,” I whisper, almost too low for him to hear.

CHAPTER 3

Mack

“A what?” I husk out, afraid to believe what I heard.

A Daddy. This precious little thing wants a Daddy.

Gripping her chin with two fingers, I tilt her head so she’s forced to look at me. “What do you want, little girl?” I repeat the question using the nickname I realize she likes.

Her tongue peeks out to lick her lips, and I fight back a groan as my dick lengthens and leaks my desire for this girl. I’m a dirty fucking man for wanting someone over twenty years younger than me.

“I want a Daddy,” she says again, tears forming in her eyes and embarrassment stinging her cheeks.

Brushing my lips gently across hers, I reply, “And I need a little girl.” Her eyes widen when understanding dawns.

“You do?” I nod, and the smile she graces me with is pure beauty. “Is that why they call you Mack Daddy?” Her body leans into me, relaxing. Trusting that I’m here for her now.

“Nah, they think I’m an old man.” Her giggle is like spun gold shining in the bright sunlight.

“You’re not old, Daddy.” My knees weaken as my dick unleashes an orgasm that steals my breath.

“Fuck, little girl.” I grunt and growl through it as it steals my sanity. I haven’t come like that since I learned what my dick could do at eleven years old. “I’m taking you home, and we’re going to get acquainted properly.” With my dick deep inside your cunt. I don’t say that out loud, though. No need to frighten her yet.

“I’d like that,” she whispers against my lips.

After saying goodnight to everyone, I instruct one of the guys to fetch Emma’s car and lock it up in the garage before I take her home, where I can ravish her properly. This girl will be the beginning and end of my world, and she doesn’t have a fucking clue how obsessed with her I already am.

Our drive is silent as rain pelts my truck. The heat keeps Emma from freezing in only my shirt for cover. By the time I pull into my garage, her head is tilted to the side with exhaustion, and her eyes are heavy.

Lowering the garage door panel, I get out of my vehicle and unlock the door leading into the house before retrieving my girl from the truck. “Come on, princess. Time for Daddy to put you to bed.” Despite the earliness of the afternoon, it’s obviously been an exhausting day for her.

“I don’t want to go to bed, Daddy; I want to cuddle with you,” she whines, her juicy bottom lip popping out.

Not a chance I can disappoint this girl. “Alright, princess, you lay on the couch and rest while I make us dinner. Afterwards, we’ll cuddle all night long.”

Kissing under my jaw, she squeezes me close. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Sweet Jesus. I don’t know how the fuck I’m going to function with this girl in my life. I’m pissed that she was running from her family. The mere idea of someone forcing her to do something she doesn’t want to do pisses me off to the point of contemplating murder.

Covering her up, I watch as she quickly drifts off into sleep, and I admire how she’s giving me her trust. She shouldn’t, and I should paddle her ass for doing so, but I’m just incredibly fuckin’ grateful for her.

Before today, I could only picture a life of loneliness. Days filled with working away at the shop and evenings filled with a beer in one hand and mindless television playing in the background. That’s not what I want for my life. It never was.

Being a beast of a man has its pitfalls, and this is the biggest one. I scare everyone off due to my size and constant scowl. Emma damn near ran straight into my arms at our first meeting.

I should be a little more wary about it and caution my hopes, but I can’t help thinking I’ve suffered alone for so long because I’ve been waiting for her to grow up. To be old enough to be mine.

After I’m sure she’s settled, I head into the kitchen and pull out the ingredients I’ll need to make chicken noodle soup and clubhouse sandwiches. Simple but perfect for this dreary day. In less than an hour, I’ve got everything ready and on the table with a warm cup of hot chocolate for Emma.

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