“Lead the way,” he offers. My thighs quiver and rub together as need and desire throb between them for the first time in my life.
I’m in so much trouble.
Turning away, I completely forget my state of undress until I hear his cursing. It’s too late to do anything now; he’s seen far more than most men have tried as I lead him to my car.
“Dangerous greeting a strange man looking like that.” I jump, my back hitting his chest as his hands settle on my ribs. I didn’t realize he was so close.
“It wasn’t intentional.” I turn my head to look up at him. He’d have to bend down to kiss me.Where did that thought come from?
It’s official, I’m broken. My brain is fried. I’m blaming the heat. Why does it have to be so hot, anyway?
“You won’t find me complaining, little girl.”Was that whimper me?When was the last time someone called me little girl?
Stop it, Matilda!
“What’s your name, sweetness?” He leans forward, forcing my body closer to the engine with one hand on the car's fender, and the other has managed to move down my thigh and is just inches from my pussy. My very wet and aching-for-him pussy.
His hands are oh so huge.
I have to lick my lips before answering him, “Matilda Grape-Vine.” My parents just had to give me both of their surnames.
“Bet you’re sweet like one too.” Before I can respond, his tongue travels up the column of my neck before he whispers, “Come for me, little girl.” And dear god, like the hussy I’m turning out to be, I do.
TWO
BIG DADDY
I didn’t expect her to actually do it. I muttered the words, and it was fucking instantaneous. Cupping her cunt with one hand over her tiny bottoms, I can feel her pussy throbbing, begging to be filled with my huge cock. The other holds her to my chest so she doesn’t fall into her car’s engine.
“Fucking beautiful, little girl.” She whimpers again. It’s how I knew she was mine. She just begs to be dominated by a Daddy who knows how to take care of her. “You’re soaked for me, aren’t you?” She mutters something about being the dumb bitch who dies, and I can’t help chuckling. “No plans on killing you, sweetness, but I’m definitely fucking this pussy tonight. You a virgin?” Pressing my forehead into the back of hers, I pray to fuck she is. I don’t know why, I just need to see her blood on my dick.I’m a sick, sick man.
“Never been touched.” She barely breathes out the words, and my dick damn near punches a hole through my jeans to get at her. “How did you manage that?” She turns in my arms as she asks that, and I grip her closer so her bare ass doesn’t hit the sizzling grill of her car.
“Make you come?” She nods at my response, her bright green eyes wide with curiosity. “You’re mine. Your body knows it, respects my command.” Squeezing her cunt in my hand, her gasp turns into a moan. “Your radiator is shot. You need a new one.”
“Wh-what?” Her glossy eyes can’t focus beyond the pleasure I’m supplying her.
“You need a new radiator. Helps regulate your engine. Can’t move without one.”
She lets out a strangled groan as she deflates in my arms. “What the hell am I going to do now?”
I don’t believe the question is for me, but I answer anyway. “I’ve got a buddy in Darlington. I’ll have him come get the car, take it back to his shop, and see what he can do.”Fucking junk it for all I care.
“Thank you.” She relaxes slightly before muttering, “Maybe he’ll drop me off at a hotel.”
“I don’t fucking think so,” I bark out so roughly that she jumps in my arms, sliding away from me in her haste. “No man gets to come near you, especially dressed like that.” I realize my anger is reflected on my face. I can see it in the widening of her eyes and the way she’s backing away from me, but I can’t help it. I need her to understand that she’s mine, that no other man around will ever do.
“I think that’s my choice.” Her chin juts up in challenge, and my palm itches to wail on her round ass.
“Not anymore,” I correct her. She lost that choice the minute my gaze settled on her. I haven’t felt this animalistic and possessive since prison.
As I prowl closer, I catch the fire in her eyes and lick my lips. I want her to fight me. I want her to scratch and claw her way to getting what she wants. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She smacks her hands on her hips and stops retreating. I notice how her breathing picks up, though; she likes this.
I don’t say anything as I move nearer, watching her pupils dilate, and her thighs rub together. As soon as I’m close enough, I reach out and snatch her throat in my grasp, fingers wrapping nearly all the way around her delicate neck as her hands grip my arm.
Lifting slightly so she’s forced onto her tiptoes, I lick across her lips as my free hand slides down the front of her bottoms, swiping through her dripping wet folds.
“You’re a horny little slut for Big Daddy, aren’t you.” There’s no doubt about it when she whimpers while leveling me with a glare.