3. Mack
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.
“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.