Chapter Five
Penny
What the hell is happening? I’m not this girl. I’m really not this girl.
I don’t crawl to anyone. I don’t melt under soft words. I don’t walk around unguarded, trembling, wanting. I don’t let people hold me.
I hold myself. I always have. Yet here I am, lips on his, knees pressed into the rug like some kind of offering, and he’s looking at me like I’m not broken. Like I’m something worth protecting. Like this is more than a transaction, more than money.
It should make me run. It should make me laugh, deflect, build the wall back up brick by brick… but I don’t move. Some aching part of me wants to stay, wants to be this girl, even if it’s only for a minute.
He groans low, tipping the rough pad of his finger under my chin until my gaze meets his.
“You’re allowed to want comfort, little lamb.
I don’t want the version of you that pretends.
I want the version of you that’s real. The one that needs a steady voice in her ear.
The one that needs me. Let me carry your burdens with you. ”
I swallow hard and try to ignore the warmth creeping in through my toes, up my spine, and into my chest, but it’s impossible. The heat is there, and though I don’t know if I can trust it, I want to believe I can.
“Am I in control, sweetheart?” he asks with a steady voice, and what looks like kindness in his eyes.
And though I fear the entire experience is all part of the game he’s playing, I nod.
I nod and a jolt of energy rushes through me as he stands, lifts me from the ground, and carries me to the back of the house toward the bedroom he’s claimed as his own.
He’s careful, wrapping his massive arms around me as though I’m a fragile little flower.
Like I’m real, that this is real. Like he wants to take care of me.
Like he wants to be my protector. Like he wants me to call him daddy.
Oh God, I really need to get that out of my head. He’s paying me for a weekend. It’s fake. It’s to amuse him. That’s all this is… amusement for a rich fuck.
My breath catches as he settles me onto the bed, his hands never rushing. I feel the heat of him even after he steps back, like his touch left a mark beneath my skin.
Wilder climbs into bed beside me, the mattress bending to the massive weight of his frame. His gaze never leaves mine, and though I don’t know the first thing about seduction, I know what a man’s eyes look like when he’s gone to a primitive state.
This man is downright neanderthal.
My breath hitches as tension crackles like static between us. Every inch of me is taut with anticipation, wondering where this will lead.
Will he fuck me now? Will he touch me? Why do I want him to touch me?
His hand slides down my spine, and I’m acutely aware of every nerve sparking to life under his touch as he pulls the sweater off my frame and exposes my bare skin.
My pulse pounds in my ears like a war drum. It’s happening. Is this really happening? How is this guy into me? He’s so hot, so big, so… everything.
He unbuttons his shirt and tugs my leggings to the ground, leaving me fully exposed to the cool air in the room. There’s no rush in his movements. Instead, he studies me like he’s memorizing the tremble in my breath, the indecision in my eyes, the chaos I’m barely holding together.
“You’re stunning,” he growls deep in his throat, and I’m sure now that I’m past the point of pretending I’m not consumed by whatever this is.
A crisp breeze flushes over my frame, tightening my nipples as his lips brush mine. It’s soft at first, then harder, deeper with more pressure. He growls into my mouth, and the last of the sanity I was holding onto shatters.
“Fuck,” he groans under his breath as he kisses my throat, my chest, my nipples, my stomach, the top of my pussy, the inside of my thighs. His mouth is warm and wet, and he touches me like he’s hungry for more. Like he can’t get enough. Like he wants to rush and go slow all at once.
I’ve never been more nervous in my life, but my body calls to his in a way that I’m no longer in control of.
Goosebumps raise over my skin as his big, rough, inked up hand hovers over my stomach. “Jesus, baby girl, you look so good.” There’s conviction in his voice. A rumbling that makes me believe the words he says.
No, don’t believe it!
He watches intently as his palm moves over my stomach and onto my thighs, sweeping up again, covering the same area with a heavier touch. The tips of his fingers graze the outer edges of my breast and the slightest growl rumbles in his throat.
Dear Lord, I’m not going to make it. I want his big, rough touch. I want him to split me in two. I want him to spread me so wide I bleed. I want him to mark me, to take me, to do all the things that I’ve read about in romance novels.
Minus the romance.
His huge hand moves up over my throat and onto my face, scrubbing against my cheeks before drifting down again.
“You’re gonna have to follow directions now, little lamb.
Can you do that for me?” His voice is husky and rough, like he’s struggling to keep himself balanced.
Like any second, he might mount me and officially take my virginity.
I nod, barely able to catch a clear breath. “Whatever you say.”
“Good fuckin’ girl,” he groans. “Now touch yourself. Put that pretty, little hand on your soaking, pink pussy for me. I want to watch you rub. Here.” He lifts my hand up to his mouth and draws two fingers in, sucking and licking, his dark gaze never leaving mine.
I’m pretty sure I could come right here and now without an ounce of anything more. The deep tone in his voice and the way he demands are all I’ll ever need.
He pulls my fingers from his mouth and lands them against my seam. “You get started on your clit. I’m gonna see how tight you are.”
My breath hitches as he moves between my legs and slides his own finger through my creamy wetness.
“Oh fuck, little lamb… you’re a soaking baby. I’m gonna slide a finger inside. You tell me if you feel any pain, okay?” His tone is ragged and rough, but kind, as though he’s going to do whatever he needs to take care of me.
Why is the word daddy sitting on the tip of my tongue? This isn’t the time. This isn’t real. But there’s something about the way he offered to take control, the way he offered to take my pressure, to let me need him.
I push it back and I rub my finger over my swollen clit, and for the first time ever, I feel something. It’s warm and soft, though sensitive as hell. It’s like gliding over silk.
“That’s my girl,” Wilder groans. “You’re doing so fuckin’ good. Rub that spot right there. How does that feel?”
I nod and moan, bending my back up off the mattress as I circle the sensitive nub again and again. “So good.”
He growls low, and I feel the tip of his fingers edge into my crease. “Here I come, baby girl. I’m pressing inside. You feel me?”
I know his fingers are thick, but as they spread me open, I can’t help but wonder how anything any thicker would ever get inside of me. My walls press against his touch as he bends his fingers upward in a come-hither motion that scratches an itch I didn’t know I had. “Daddy, don’t stop!”
Daddy! Did I just say Daddy? I really shouldn’t have said Daddy!
He thrusts in harder, his voice low and rough as he says, “What did you just call me?”
Oh God, he’s mad!
“I’m sorry. I just—”
“Say it again.”
My chest tightens and warmth spreads between my legs as I rub my clit faster. “Daddy, that feels good.”
“Fuck.” He groans, hot and warm against my soaking pussy, his tongue lapping at the crease as I drip with excitement, his thick fingers pressing deeper and deeper as I squeeze. “Daddy’s girl is so fuckin’ tight, he can’t wait to press inside of her.”
Oh damn. My pussy clenches tighter. I wasn’t expecting him to want to be daddy.
I weave my fingers through his hair and tug as I bear down on his hand. Tension builds hotter and faster until the ache between my legs becomes unbearable. Then, all the sudden, it releases, sending waves of pleasure through my hips as come gathers at my crease.
Wilder takes action. With a growl, he pulls his thick fingers from inside of me and leans into my pussy, lapping me up with a starved groan in his throat. I jump and squirm against his touch as his tongue circles my sensitive nub. I’m molten, melting into place. I’m a puddle, unable to move.
“Holy fuck, little lamb. What the hell was that?” I can’t tell if he’s angry or turned up. Maybe he didn’t like that I called him Daddy. I mean, in the moment it was hot, but now, maybe it’s weird.
“I’m sorry. The daddy thing just came out—”
“No. Don’t apologize.” He leans up from between my legs and kisses my lips, the copper taste of my come on his mouth. “Tell me all the filthy things you want daddy to do to you.”
I thought I’d been satisfied, but the mere sound of his voice saying those words has my pussy aching again. “I,” the words stick in my throat, but desire pushes them through, “want Daddy to fill me up.”
“How?” His lids are hooded with desire, like all the blood in his body has drained to his cock. “Use your words. Tell me how you want Daddy to fill you up.”
Oh damn!
I squirm beneath his weight wondering what box I’ve unintentionally opened with the Daddy thing. That said, I can’t stop. “I want Daddy to spread me wide. I want his thick cock in my little hole.”
He growls low and rough against my ear, then bites his way down my neck. “I’m going to leave marks all over my little lamb, so everyone knows right where she belongs.”
A chill runs down my spine as he nips my breast, my nipples, my stomach, my arm, and my neck. It’s not a hard bite, but it’s possessive. Possessive and rough.
Dear Lord, I wish this were real. My heart squeezes as his deep voice rumbles again.
“Put your pretty little hand on Daddy’s cock, baby girl.
Feel how big it is.” He kneels next to me and unzips his jeans, pulling out his long, thick cock for me to touch.
He’s huge! I don’t know what I’d ever compare it to other than a horse, or a Pringles can, or one of those giant zucchinis that make the world record book.
“Lick the palm of your hand.” He lifts my hand toward my face, and I stick out my tongue, wetting my palm before he lands me on his massive, throbbing dick. “Good girl. Now stroke it. Be really nice to Daddy’s cock and I’ll make sure it’s nice to you.”
I can barely get my fist around the width of him, but I stroke anyhow, moving up and down with a motion that makes him moan.
“Good fuckin’ girl. Just like that.” His words come out in a rumble between heavy gasps. “Whose cock do you have?”
Oh, Jesus.
“Daddy’s,” I manage between breaths as I pump.
He groans. “And where do you want Daddy’s cock, little girl?”
“Inside of me,” I moan, pussy aching.
I’m pretty sure if the devil himself knocked on this door and offered me double the money to stop, I’d refuse. I’ve never experienced anything like this in my life. I’m so turned up. Every nerve in my body is on fire.
It’s then that my phone rings.
No! No! No!
Wilder glances toward me. “Is that the emergency call?”
I swallow hard, my hand still stroking his thick cock. “I don’t want to stop.”
A shadow of hesitation passes over his face like he’s debating what kind of person he wants to be. “I don’t want you to stop either, but I think you need to answer it.”
Damn it! One night out. I’ve literally only had one day to myself.
I roll to the side and grab my phone off the wood carved stand by the bed. It’s my sister Allie. She’s by far the most responsible of the girls, and though she’s only fifteen, she’d work circles around grown men. Fear can do some crazy things to keep a person motivated.
Allie: Dad’s on a tirade again. I think he’s been drinking. Can you please pick us up for the night? I can’t stay here. I’m scared!
Shit! Shit! Shit! That’s an official mood killer!
I turn back toward the massive man behind me. “It’s my sister. She’s in trouble. My dad is drinking or something. I don’t know. I can’t leave her there. I have to help.”
I’m not sure what to expect. We have this deal, and though I know I told him there could be an emergency, I doubt he really expected one. I know I didn’t. That, and we’re right in the middle of what he paid me for. I should just keep going.
“I mean, I can finish up here first if that’s—”
“No.” He holds my chin in his hand. “If you’re sister needs help, we’ll help her. Get dressed. I’ll get the truck ready.”
He stands from the bed and tugs his jeans back into place, the silhouette of his hard cock still planted firm along the inside leg.
My pussy pulses the second I see it, and though I know leaving to help Allie is the right decision, my body is still screaming for Daddy.