6. Emma
CHAPTER 6
Emma
T he day passed in a blur of tears, laughter, more tears, and learning how to run a shop with Amy. I was worried about going to work with Mack this morning, but Amy had been so kind and told me so many stories about him and some of the other guys that I forgot all about my doubts until my parents showed up.
For years, I wished that my mother hadn’t died when I was so young I could hardly remember her. I thought Jackie loved me, but I believe she was grooming me all along.
After they left, I had the feeling of jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire, but Mack did everything he could to show me that his care was genuine.
I’ve never felt the way I do about him with anyone else.
Lying on his bed, completely naked, I wait for him to get out of the shower, knowing full well he’s in there stroking his enormous cock. He admitted to needing to get off before we made dinner together because I tempted him in the worst kind of way.
I don’t fully understand what he means by that, but he promised it was a good thing. Once I heard the water start, I decided I didn’t want to wait any longer to feel him moving inside my body. To turn me into a woman and take my innocence.
Until Mack, I’d always hated people touching me, but as soon as he looked at me, I melted for him. I want his hands on my body, his lips touching mine. I want to be seen as a sensual treat just for him.
When the water shuts off a minute after I hear a loud groan, I stretch my arms above my head, bend my knees, and open my legs. Hoping he’s enticed enough to give us what we both want.
I’m no siren, and I've never thought of myself as a seductress, but I can’t help but hope he feels even half as desperate for me as I am for him.
“Jesus fuck.” My eyes pop open at his curse. “What are you doing, sweet girl?” His tone softens.
“Waiting for my Daddy,” I whisper, praying I sound sexy enough for him. He’s so handsome, with his sharp jawline covered in a few days’ worth of hair growth, piercing eyes that pin me in place, and full lips begging for a kiss. “Don’t you want me, Daddy?” I drop my knees so he misses nothing as I offer myself to him.
“Sweet girl, there isn’t anything I want more than to plant my dick inside your snug cunt, but I’m big, baby, and you need to be worked up to my size.” I shake my head as he moves closer to stand at the end of the bed, getting a direct look at my soaked pussy. I’m dripping with my need for him.
“I don’t want that, Daddy. I want you to take me as I am. Make it hurt. Make it burn. Fill me up with all your cream,” I pout, adding a “Please, Daddy,” because I see him wavering.
“I’m going to break you,” he hisses but drops the towel from his hips. I watch in wonder as his cock rapidly rises before he grabs it roughly. Working long strokes with his hand, I feel a little jealous that I’m not the one bringing him pleasure instead. “Don’t you worry, sweet girl, your mouth will get a taste later.” A pearly white drop of precum releases from the tip, and he uses a finger to scoop it up as he kneels on the bed and spreads it around my lips like lipstick.
My core clenches from the erotic act, and I forget to breathe for a second. This is something straight out of one of the romance novels I like to read. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, and I can hardly believe it is now.
“Please, Mack Daddy, please make me yours.” I love the way his eyes darken with his need for me when I beg.
Gripping the backs of my thighs, he spreads me wide open as he lifts my hips to meet his lips, bending forward and wrapping his mouth around my entire sex. I cry out from the surprising pleasure of the act.
Mack’s tongue is everywhere at once as he licks me up and down like I’m his favorite ice cream, and he doesn’t want to miss a drop. “That feels so good, Daddy,” I whisper, running my fingers through his short, cropped hair, tugging when he hits me somewhere sensitive to show him I like it.
I’m so lost in my head that I barely realize when he begins probing my entrance with a finger until I feel the stinging pain of being breached for the first time. I’ve never had this feeling before as he adds a second digit. I’m stuffed but still not full enough. It’s like my body knows he’s not breaching me with the appendage I need most.
He pumps in and out slowly, making sure to massage my walls as he moves. His eyes are intense and hold me hostage. I’m afraid to move because I don’t want to lose how he makes me feel. My body is on the edge of something spectacular, and the man is taking his time bringing me there.
“Hold still.” His gruff voice is like a balm to my shaky frame as I fight to find relief.
“Please, Daddy, it’s too much.” I’m on the verge of tears because there’s a feeling just out of reach, and I want it so bad I can taste it.
“Patience,” he growls, inserting a third finger. My pussy squeezes around his digits, and just when I feel the dam about to burst, he pulls them out, and I cry this time, teardrops leaking down the sides of my cheeks. Mack chuckles as he runs a single finger along my slit, lightly tapping my clit before sliding to circle my hole, edging the inside temptingly.
Groaning and kicking out at him earns me a swat on the side of my ass. I know I should be pissed, but the sting only adds to my pleasure. When he shoves those three fingers inside me again, his thumb applying pressure to my clit as he furiously rubs my core, I explode in a flash of color and scream until I’m hoarse and my mouth goes dry.
Blinded by the overwhelming sensations, it’s not until his weight pins me down that I realize he’s poised at my entrance and fighting his way inside my body. His hands grip my ankles, and I’m nearly bent in half as he spreads me wide open.
“Fuck, sweet girl, you’re too tight for Daddy. I don’t know if I’ll fit.” It sounds like a threat to me, so I throttle my hips up at him until my body ruptures with a piercing pain I wasn’t expecting, and Mack curses up a storm but doesn’t move while I cry. “What the fuck were you thinking, Emma?” he snarls, and I want to disappear because he sounds so mad, but I can’t move or talk through my sobbing.
Clenching my pussy around his giant cock, I massage the strong muscle, and slowly, pain transitions to pleasure, and I can breathe again.
“Oh, Mack Daddy, please, that feels so good.” He grinds his pelvis into my clit, and I swear I see stars now. I feel him in every inch of my body, and I barely hold myself together.
“This pussy is going to be the death of me,” he growls into my chest as he leans against me. His hips begin to move tentatively at first, testing my body's readiness. When I loosen enough for him to move freely, I’m bombarded with an agonizingly sweet sense of belonging to this man. Which is precisely what I’ve wanted since looking into his eyes through my rain-soaked hair.
Bellowing, I attempt to hold onto him, but my arms are weak as he takes and takes everything he desires from me. There’s no longer any care for my comfort as Mack extracts his pleasure from me.
And I like it.
I grow wetter between my legs as my heart races, beating in my ears, while watching Mack fuck me like he’s trying to break me, and he just might. He uses my body for his own devices, and I’d be a fool if I didn’t admit how much I like it.
I vibrate as his hips pound in and out of me with bruising force, never releasing my ankles, keeping me spread wide open. The sounds of our pleasure soaking us both are erotic and alluring. When he slows his thrusting down, I throw my hips up into him on each downward slap of his hips, clenching my pussy when he’s all the way inside me, making it harder to drag himself out.
“Harder, Daddy, please. Take me like you own me.”
He snarls as he glares at me.
Leaning down, he bites my bottom lip until I whimper, his forceful thrusting shooting beyond pleasure and straight into pain as he says, “Sweet girl, I do fucking own you now.” His words set me off unexpectedly, and a tidal wave of ecstasy erupts throughout my body.
My silent scream is eaten up by Mack fucking his tongue into my mouth the same way he brutally fucks my body. There’s nothing sweet or caring between us now. He’s got what he wants, and he’s taking me exactly how I asked him to as I’m thrown from one orgasm into another until they all blend and meld together.
It’s perfect and painful and everything I had no idea I wanted or needed.
Mack was right.
He does own me.