Chapter 3
Nate
Fuck. Me.
Of course, Savannah is too smart to have missed how my entire body tightened when Mrs. Miller suggested that she call me Daddy.
It’s not something I’ve ever sought out before.
My ex was older than me, for fuck’s sake, but the thought of sexy little Savannah on her knees begging for her daddy’s cock…
I clear my throat. I reach into the back seat of the cab and wrench open the cooler so I can grab a handful of ice and rub it on the back of my neck. I’m a little tempted to shove some down my pants, but then it would look like I had another problem all together.
I was burning hot long before those words were thrown out there. As soon as they lingered in the air, I was barraged with images. In every single one of them, Savannah was naked and begging for me.
“Is everything okay?” Savannah asks as she reaches past me to get some ice for herself.
“Fine,” I say, but it’s a lie.
It becomes even more of a lie when she imitates me, taking an ice cube from the chest and rubbing it along the back of her neck. Then she slides it around the front. The heat of her skin melts it quickly and drops of water glide down her chest only to disappear into her cleavage.
A shiver moves over her, jiggling her big tits. Once my attention is drawn to them, I can’t look away. Her nipples are hard little points, stretching her shirt even more than before. When I’m standing this close, practically hovering over her, I can tell that she isn’t wearing a bra.
“Vannah,” I groan.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I grip her arm, tugging her close. “Do you think it’s appropriate that you’re bare under that tight little shirt?”
“Bras make me sweaty, especially outside in the heat all day.”
“But you’ll sweat either way and when you do, this shirt will be transparent. You might as well be naked.”
“It has a bra built in along with padding,” she argues.
“And yet I can see the exact size and texture of your nipples.”
She sucks in a breath. “Is this because I called you Daddy?”
I can’t help it. My grip tightens on her arm. I pull her a fraction closer. “Why are you playing that up so much?”
She looks up at me and swallows. I watch her throat work, see the muscles undulate. As if my body knows exactly how that would feel around my shaft, my dick starts to throb in my pants.
“I’m not. I just didn’t know that was your kink.”
“It’s not. At least. I didn’t think it was until you said that one word. If you say it again, be ready for the consequences.”
She opens her mouth, and I can tell by the look on her face that she’s about to use a bratty tone with me. Fire lights under my skin as I wait for her words. Silence stretches between us as she makes up her mind.
“Yes, Daddy.”
She’s just given me the keys to the kingdom. She’s barely eighteen and probably has no idea what she wants, but I’m going to show her how good it can be when she lets me take charge.
I grip the back of her head, holding her in place and tilting her mouth to the perfect angle as I taste her for the first time. Her tongue is cool from the water she drank, but her lips are hotter than the asphalt under my feet.
My free hand finds her waist and presses her body to mine. I taste her moan, feel her body jolt with surprise when my hard length presses against her hip. Her small hands fly up to grip my shoulders as I pick her up and set her on the edge of the back seat in my extended cab.
As soon as her legs are spread, I’m there, pressing between them, letting her head go so I can grab her ass. I hold her tight, squeezing those luscious cheeks so I can rock myself against the warm little V of her thighs.
She whines over and over, begging for more without even trying. The friction of my zipper along the underside of my cock feels too good. If I keep this up, I’ll come in my pants like a horny teenager. That sounds good now, but will make a sticky mess of my boxers in this heat.
Yet, I can’t seem to stop myself. Now that she’s given me permission, I need to see how far she’ll let me take this.
I pull one hand from her ass and slide it up until I’m cupping her breast, pinching her nipple. Another desperate little keen leaves her throat. Her hips lift and swivel, pressing harder against me.
“Is this what you need, Vannah? You need Daddy to take charge?” I ask against her lips.
“Please,” is all she gets out.
I pinch and tug at her nipple through her shirt, but it’s not enough.
I pull the straps of her tank top down until her tits bounce free.
Holy fuck, her young breasts are perky even though they’re big.
Her nipples practically point at me as she arches her back, inviting me to take a taste. Who am I to resist such temptation?
I reach past her, dipping my hand into the cooler and plucking out an ice cube. I put it in my mouth as I lean down. Vannah gasps when my frozen mouth sucks at her nipple. I pull it in, using my tongue to roll the ice cube around the tight little bud.
Her hands grip my hair, but I can’t tell if she’s trying to bring me closer or push me away. I don’t think she’s fully sure what she wants, but in the end, I just suck harder, making her moan low. I feel the vibrations of it move through her chest.
My hand that’s still on her ass presses her forward as I continue rocking my hips. I can tell she’s close, but so am I. Can I make her come before I blow my load in my shorts?
And that’s when I feel her stiffen. Her body tightens beneath me to the point of quivering like a leaf. Her fingers dig in to my scalp as her hips jerk forward again and again until she finally settles back against the seat, panting.
When I let her nipple go with a pop and pull back to look at her, I smile. She somehow manages to look both shocked and sated at the same time.
“Didn’t think you could come that fast?” I ask.
“I didn’t think it would be so easy for a guy to make me come.”
Her eyes flare wide once the words leave her mouth, but it’s too late. They’ve unleashed something inside me, something dark and possessive, something that wants to rip apart any man who tries to touch her.
“None of your boyfriends have been able to make you come?”
“None of them have tried. That is to say that I haven’t really had a boyfriend. I have plenty of friends that are boys, but they just see me as one of the guys.”
“Bullshit,” I say as my gaze lowers to her bare breasts.
“No, really. They ask me for advice about girls, but they don’t ask me out.”
I close my eyes for a moment so the look on my face doesn’t scare her. Is she admitting that she’s… “Vannah, are you a virgin?”
“Will that make this stop? Will you stop touching me if I’m a virgin?”
God help me, but the answer to that is, “No.”
“Then yes. I’m a virgin.”
Fuck.