4. Chapter 4
The cab’s still warm when I wake. I made a hundred miles before my lids started to get heavy. I pulled into a rest area and climbed in behind her for some sleep.
Mina’s curled beneath the blankets like some sort of sleepy goddess, lashes fanning over cheeks gone pink from her dreams. Her skin glows faintly in the morning light coming through, dewy and unmarked except for the faint bruise from the hickey I gave her last night.
I nuzzle into her neck, fingertips brushing the waistband of her little shorts, cotton stretched taut over hips that beg to be gripped.
I smirk at the little “mmm” that escapes her throat.
“G’morning, Daddy,” she sighs, rolling onto her back to meet my grin. Her stomach growls mid-sentence—a low, needy rumble that makes me laugh. “I’m starving.”
“Me too,” I kiss the hollow below her throat, before trailing lower.
My tongue skims her ribs, teasing goosebumps across her skin while my fingers hook under the band of those shorts.
She flinches when I drag a nail lightly over her hipbone, breath hitching like she’s already remembering what else I have planned for her tight, teenage body.
But right now, I’m more interested in waking her up the right way. I slide lower on the little bed, kissing her belly, her hips, her thighs.
“More, Daddy,” she mumbles, stretching out to offer herself to me.
“Guess you’re hungry for more than breakfast then?” My voice drops. “Let’s get these shorts off, they’re in the way.”
I tug as she wiggles until I drag the cotton fabric off her foot, dropping it on the floor.
I groan, throaty and deep as my tongue slips between the damp folds of her sex.
She’s already drenched, the scent of her arousal sharp and wild in the air as the scruff of my beard rasps against her inner thigh.
She squirms as I open my mouth and take her in, spreading wider to let my teeth graze the taut peak of her clit.
“Yes. Right there...” Her voice falters when I suck gently on the tiny bud.
Her hands fist my hair now, fingers tangling as her hips rise with every flick of my tongue, each thrust deeper than the last as I slip a finger inside her channel.
She’s tight, clenching around me like a fist begging for more.
When her body stills, I stop too, letting her hang on the edge, listening to the little moan of frustration as she tightens around my finger.
“Daddy, please…”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You… Always you…”
“Good girl,” I whisper, then dive back in.
Almost the moment my mouth clamps around her swollen little clit, she cries out, bucking her hips and soaking my face with a squirt of liquid heat.
But I don’t relent. I eat her, moving my mouth against her pussy like a starving dog with a bone.
“Good girl,” I grumble again, my voice muffled by her body. “Give Daddy one more.”
“No more,” she says, writhing and breathless. “Please. I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” I snap, thrusting a finger deep inside her cunt, then pressing my thumb against her tight asshole that’s soaked with her cum and pop it inside. “I’m going to fuck you here too. And lick your asshole and you’re going to lick mine.”
I center my lips back on her clit and bite down as I finger fuck both her holes.
That does it, she’s cursing like a truck stop whore as her body rolls into another orgasm that has her squirting and making the most beautiful, ungodly noises.
I don’t stop. Her pleasure is such a fucking drug. I move my finger inside her, rubbing that rough little patch on the front wall, aiming for orgasm number three, when she cries out, “Wait— Please! I can’t, Daddy, please.”
Her protest is whimpering and breathless, and defiant all at once, but I’m already adding another digit, scissoring them slow to stretch that sweet heat. The back of her knee digs into my ribs as she bucks harder, moans dissolving into a whimper when I release her clit.
“One more...” I grin against her thigh, dragging my teeth up the inside where her flesh trembles soft under my jaw. “What Daddy wants Daddy gets, remember? I’m in the middle of breakfast…”
Her laugh is half-defeated. “But Daddy, I’m hungry! My stomach’s about to eat itself alive...” Her hips buck toward me anyway, and I reward her with a curled finger that finds the spot inside her that makes her arch off the mattress.
Another orgasm rockets through her. Her walls clench and pulse, giving into my demands one more time, a spurt of liquid dribbling into my mouth as I kiss and lick, and finally relent.
I pull my fingers from her holes and slap her ass for good measure as she writhes and pants, her arm thrown over her face. “Okay, baby. Get dressed, and we’ll go eat.”
Her breath is fast as she nods. I grab her hand and pull her up to sit, leaning down for a soft kiss before stepping back and adjusting my boner and untucking my shirt to try to cover my hard on.
She reaches under the bed, fumbling for the duffel she brought with her.
“Can I have a cinnamon roll, Daddy?”
“Whatever you want, baby.” I run my hand through my hair watching as she roots through the clothes she brought. “Wear a skirt. And that little white scrap of fabric that passes for panties. No bra either.”
***
The diner’s all greasy vinyl booths and flickering neon when we finally stumble in, the bell above the door jingling as her arm loops tight around mine.
While we eat, I paid for the rig to get washed, the oil checked and the air in all the tires checked.
That means the rig is parked in one of the maintenance bays but it should be done by the time we are done eating.
I slide into a corner booth, pulling Mina in close beside me as the waitress sidles over. Mina’s cheeks go pink beneath the waitress’s speculative gaze.
“You okay, sugar?” she drawls at Mina, pencil poised as she looks me up and down.
“She’ll take pancakes and orange juice,” I say smoothly, leaning in to kiss the top of her head. My free hand slips between her legs, fingers brushing against the lace of her thong. She flinches into me but doesn’t pull away. “A stack for me, too. Coffee and a cinnamon roll.”
“Sure thing.” The waitress eyes Mina a moment longer before turning and heading back to the counter. She says something to the fry cook, and they both laugh.
Mina tenses beside me, and I drag my knuckles up and down over her slit through the thong, making her shiver.
“Like I said before, baby, people are going to be jealous of what I’ve got. But they’ll never take you from me, and you don’t need to pay them any mind, you hear?”
She hesitates a moment, then nods. “Yes, Daddy. But, I kind of like when they look. It makes me--”
“Wet, I know.” I cut her off, pressing my knuckles against her hole. “I feel it. So sexy baby.”
The cinnamon roll arrives and I pull my hand up from under her skirt, pressing my knuckles to her lips as she licks them obediently, drawing a tight-lipped look from the waitress.
The pastry is dripping with a mix of white and caramel icing, and I smile with satisfaction when she bounces on the seat with a little clap of excitement. I split it in half and dip a bite into the pooling caramel, watching her eyes widen as I lift it to her mouth.
“Open up,” I command, smirking when she hesitates just long enough to make me groan. Her tongue peeks out to swipe at my thumb before biting down on the sweet morsel with a moan that goes straight to my already throbbing cock.
Goddamn it, I need to fuck her, and fast. All this holding back is done, I need to be in there deep, to coat her insides with my own sticky frosting.
The waitress pours steaming coffee into the mug in front of me with a snide look. “Do you always feed your… dates like this?”
“Not a date,” I rumble against Mina’s earlobe, lips skimming over the delicate curve before nipping, then answer. “Meet my daughter.”
The women shakes her head and walks away as I drop my hand and resume playing with the sensitive flesh beneath her skirt, sliding her thong aside to trace circles around her sensitive little bud. “You keep your hands on the table and let Daddy feed you.”
She nods. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” I whisper, pulling my hand away, leaving her flushed and panting.
I poke forkfuls of pancakes to her lips, hold a glass of orange juice up, and basically do everything for her while her hands stay flat on the table as I instructed.
“Last bite.” I tug a piece of cinnamon roll off between my fingers and raise it to her mouth. “Lick your sweetness off my fingers, too.”
The game we’re playing is intoxicating. The few other patrons toss us uncomfortable looks as I bring the bite to her lips, her mouth drawing my digits into its warmth, sucking at each before I lean back against the booth with a satisfied sigh.
“You are Daddy’s special girl, that’s for sure.”
The food arrives and I feed her, and myself, her hands staying perfectly in place. Her obedience is as much of a turn on as her soft little body.
We’re completely lost in each other as we satisfy one type of hunger while the other one grows until I’m ready to bend her over this table and rip her virginity bloody right fucking here.
The door bell’s sudden ding yanks us both back. Three men in flannel shirts drop into the booth across from us, grabbing menus as the waitress heads over. One of the guys turns our way, leering at Mina with a too-obvious lick of his lips, and I feel her stiffen like prey spotting a wolf.
Her fingers dig into my arm beneath the table.
“What’re you looking at?” she snaps before I can speak, and my chest swells with pride watching her confidence flourish, knowing I’m right here behind her.
The guy smirks wider. “That mouth of yours as sweet as them pancakes?”
These guys are a decade or more younger than me, but I’ve got a mean streak as wide as the space between their ears.
I’ll skull fuck each of them with the pistol I keep under my driver’s seat without a second of hesitation if I get even a hint they are any kind of real threat to what’s mine.