4. Emma
CHAPTER 4
Emma
M y 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.
“Mack?” I question on a yawn as he gets naked and climbs in next to me.
“Rest, sweet girl. We’ve got plenty of time for other things.” His warm hand, stoking up and down my stomach, lulls me into a sleep filled with delightful dreams instead of the usual nightmares that plague me.
By the time I feel the sun shining on my face, there’s a smile on my lips, and the typical confusion I would have about being in an unfamiliar bed is missing. Stretching out, I savor the memory of Mack’s reverent touches and his spicy kisses.
If I had said I was surprised to be waking up alone, I wouldn’t be lying, but then the scent of freshly brewed coffee reaches me, and I catch the sound of crackling bacon. Flinging off the covers, I notice a fresh shirt on the end of the bed. Slipping the soft, worn grey material over my head, my smile widens when I see the name of his garage on the front.
Bringing the neck to my nose, I inhale deeply, and even though it smells like laundry soap, I can also catch a whiff of Mack’s musky scent.
After cleaning up in the washroom, I head downstairs to the sound of rock music coming from an unseen radio and Mack cooking breakfast. A pair of grey sweats sits low on his hips, and he’s shirtless, showing off his size in a way I missed last night.
The sun shines brightly through his house's many windows, allowing me to better gauge how large Mack is. He’s not built of sculpted muscle but, more so, husky, yet still strong-looking. Lush dark brown hair covers his chest, making me want to bury my hands in the fine strands and tug until he hisses.
Mack isn’t handsome in the traditional sense; he’s gruff and a little bit raw and elicits all kinds of wicked fantasies. As a young girl, I dreamed I’d fall in love with a man's man, and Mack is precisely who I pictured during those lonely nights in my teens.
“You’re staring.” My eyes dart up at his amused tone to see him casually leaning back against the counter with a cup of steaming coffee in one hand. “I’m not complaining.” The way his lips tilt up on one side is so sexy.
“I was just thinking that you’re exactly the kind of man I used to fantasize about.” Twisting the shirt hem in my fingers, I become insecure when Mack doesn’t respond. By the time he takes another sip of coffee and places the cup on the counter, I’m on the verge of tears, wishing I could run away.
“Come here, baby.” He crooks his finger at me to come closer. My feet move without permission, and soon, I stand right in front of the imposing man I can’t help but be fascinated by. Gripping my hips, he lifts me onto the counter and steps between my thighs. “I like that I’m the kind of man you want.”
“You do?” I gaze up shyly and squirm at his intense stare. My breath catches when I feel his swollen length brushing against my bare pussy.
“Sure do, sweet girl.” Using a finger to tip up my chin, his lips brush gently across mine, the scruff of his facial hair tickling me and making me giggle. “Care to tell me what had you running away from your stepmother, now?”
Shrugging, my eyes drop as I struggle to gather my thoughts. “She wasn’t always the wicked stepmother, but she’s the only one I’ve ever really had.” His stoic silence gives me a bit of the strength I need. “We were best friends until about two years ago. She was more like a fun aunt than a mother figure, I’d say.”
“What changed?” Mack’s question gets me thinking hard about the past.
He backs up to pull the bacon out of the oven and serves it with waffles, maple syrup, whipped cream, and fresh fruit. My stomach growls loudly, and my mouth waters. I’m starving.
Helping me down, we carry the plates to the table and sit down to eat. “I was sixteen, I think. I used to swim competitively and had to stop because of a shoulder injury after a car accident.” I take a bite of the perfectly golden waffle soaked in butter, syrup, and cream, moaning as the flavors explode on my tongue. “These are so good.”
He’s proud of himself, and I love that I gave that to him.
“My body started changing after I was no longer swimming so many hours every day. My breasts grew, my hips flared, my thighs thickened, and well, I turned into this girl you see now.” His eyes wander up and down my body in appreciation.
“No complaints here.” His voice is deep. Licking his lips, he leans close to get a look at my exposed thighs. “You look like a woman who won’t have an issue taking a man like me.” I erupt in a fierce blush and dip my head to hide behind my hair, making Mack chuckle before he sits back and encourages me to continue.
“That’s what a few of my stepmom Jackie’s male friends were saying, too, only ten times creepier. She’s been sending me on dates with some of them, and I always get that sleazy feeling when they look at me.” A shiver works up my spine, and my stomach turns sour, so I push away my plate.
“They touch you?” Mack’s words are barely recognizable, given how primal he sounds. Glancing over at him, I notice his eyes are nearly black, there’s a tick in his jaw, and the pulse in his temple pounds.
He’s enraged.
On my behalf.
I’ve never had that before.
Standing up, I straddle his lap and wrap my arms around his neck, pressing close to his body. “Not more than a hand on my shoulder or thigh or gripping my hand across the table.” They tried to kiss me, and some were brave, putting their hands on my butt, but I don’t mention either of those in fear of Mack going off the deep end and finding out who and where they are. I’d rather he didn’t wind up in jail because of me.
“Nothing else?” I squirm in his lap at his growl, the thick ridge of his cock pressing tight to my pussy and stealing all common sense.
“No,” I breathe out on a harsh puff of air. “I never wanted anyone to touch me the way you do.” At my quiet confession, Mack grips my ass in both of his palms as he grinds me up and down his length.
My breath catches and hitches in my throat as I combust in his arms, moaning like a hussy and crying out his name. My body twitches and tenses as all the built-up stress from yesterday explodes, and I collapse in my Daddy’s strong arms, knowing full well I’m safe and cared for.