Page 4 of Mack Daddy

“Princess.” I brush the stray hairs away from her face as I gently awaken her. “Time to eat.” Her eyes slowly flutter open, the stunning blue stealing my breath when she locks onto me, and a smile adorns her lips.

“You weren’t a dream.” I shake my head as she sits up, stretching and showing off more of her thighs. My mouth waters for a taste.

“Nope, I’m real.” Helping her to her feet, I guide her over to the table. Pulling out her chair, she sits and watches me until I sit beside her.

“This soup smells divine.” She has such a pure smile for me as she takes a small taste, moaning at the flavors washing over her tongue. “Perfect.” I get another magical look of pleasure and nearly come in my jeans again.

“Good.” I watch in fascination as she takes one dainty bite after another until both her soup and sandwich are gone. It’s not until she reaches for my dishes that I realize I’ve finished mine while watching her.

“Thank you for making dinner, Mack; it was delicious.” I groan at the sound of my name on her lips. “I’ll handle the dishes.” I let her because she seems to want to take care of me. It’s a foreign feeling that I’m all too happy to experience.

As soon as she’s finished, I pick her up in my arms and sit in my recliner with her on my lap. Turning the T.V. on, I flick until she lets out a sound of pleasure on the Food Network. “I like cooking shows, especially the competition ones.” I can somehow see that about her. She appears so innocent, but I bet she has a competitive streak.

Dragging the blanket from the couch over to us, I cover our legs, and Emma cuddles into my chest, moaning when I begin rubbing her back. The moment is so normal yet charged with sexual energy because all I can think about is railing into her tight little body. I want to fuck her until she begs me to stop.

Eventually, her breathing evens out, and I know she’s out cold again, causing me to wonder about her life before today. How safe she’s been in her home. I keep her show on while holding her close, not moving even as it grows dark because I want her sleeping on me.

Tucking a hand under the blanket, I need just a sampling of her sweetness. Her legs are open enough that I can slip a finger between her slick lips and steal a taste for myself. Rubbing against her clit gently, I dip my finger into her heat until it’s coated in her essence before bringing it to my mouth and sucking off her juices.

“Please, Daddy.” I glance down to find her watching me get off on her taste. “Touch me.” She doesn’t need to ask me twice.

CHAPTER 4

Emma

My breathing becomes heavy, and my body feels tingly, but what Mack did to me felt so good. A burning heat was building in my core until he took his finger away, and watching him taste me on that same digit was intensely erotic; I couldn’t remain silent anymore.

“Take me to bed, Mack Daddy.” I know he loves it when I say both names. And I’ll do my best to give him everything he wants because I know deep in my gut that he’ll always do the same for me.

Picking me up as he stands, Mack carries me to his bedroom upstairs. He doesn’t turn on any lights but leaves the door open, and the curtains are at half-mast, providing us with the perfect amount of mood lighting.

“Take the shirt off,” he instructs, and I don’t hesitate. Completely naked for him while he’s covered up, I bite my lip and wait.

Reaching behind his back with one hand, he pulls off the shirt he’d slipped on before leaving his shop, giving me another look at his burly chest with that thick hair and tattoos covering most of his skin. I love his size. How big he is. How he’s not ripped like a model but a real man with a real body. Flaws and all.

Walking up to him, I run my fingers through the furriness and pull the strands. His hand immediately sinks into my hair, tugging the length until my head is forced back, and I gaze up at him.

“Yes, Daddy?” My voice remains low and sweet.

“On your knees.” At the command, my mouth instantly waters. He’s such a large man, I can only imagine he’ll be huge between his legs, too.

I gracefully slink down to the floor, rest back on my heels, and stare up at him, waiting for his next instruction. His meaty hands move slowly to his belt, and I sit transfixed as he unbuckles the thick leather, pulling it from the loops and dropping it on the floor next to me. I moan with anticipation at the clattering of metal.

Leisurely, he moves to release the button of his jeans and slide the zipper down. Chewing my lip, my mouth waters when his pants open, and out pops his bulging member. Thickly veined, circled with pubic hair at the base, and leaking like a volcanic eruption.

Unable to wait, I lean in and lick up the length before Mack has his jeans beyond his hips.

“Fuck!” he bellows, thrusting forward, smearing his precum along my cheek. “Give Daddy a warning next time.” I love the growl in his voice. I want more of it.

“Sorry, Daddy.” I pretend to pout and blink my eyes rapidly up at him.

“Ah, sweet girl, don’t be upset. I’m not complaining; just took me by surprise, is all.” I practically purr as he strokes my jaw with his grease-stained thumb. “You’re so gorgeous.” His voice is low, as if speaking to himself.

“Thank you, Daddy.” I match his tone and brush my hands up and down his stocky thighs, waiting for permission to remove his jeans altogether.

His hand whisks through my thick hair, tugging on the tangled ends because I hadn’t brushed it after being soaked when I crashed my car earlier. As he begins massaging my scalp, I moan and relax into his hold. Leaning against his leg, I allow this man, this virtual stranger, to nurture me in a way that hasn’t happened since I was a child, I’m sure.

I feel Mack move and struggle to process what’s happening until I feel his arms sliding around my body, and he lifts me up to place me in bed.

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