3. Matilda

CHAPTER 3

Matilda

I shouldn’t be self-conscious, but I am. I can’t help it. I’ve never in my life done anything so daring. So…

Explicit.

I don’t know who that girl was, but she is a slut.

I liked it.

And the way he called me his whore? I should be insulted. There are so many ways I should have made him stop, made myself stop, but I couldn’t. Didn’t want to.

You don’t even know his name, Matilda!

It’s true, I don’t. But I feel like I know his soul.

Pulling on a pair of shorts and a tank top, I step out of his truck. My feet haven’t even touched the ground, and his eyes are zeroed in on me. Immediately, I notice his hackles rise, and he’s ready to tear off the face of any man who dares look at me.

Danger lurks in his eyes as I slam the door shut harder than needed because I want to poke the bear. I have this insane desire to be a brat, to push him to his limits.

I’m slow in walking over to him, twirling in circles to see where we are and what this shop looks like. At least four sets of eyes focus on me as I sway my hips more enthusiastically than necessary.

The man with Big Daddy says something to my savior and earns himself a withering glare, which he ignores and releases such a raucous laugh that it catches everyone’s attention.

“Little brat,” Big Daddy grunts when I’m almost within reach.

Crossing my ankles, I hook my hands behind my back and tilt my head to the side, flashing my lashes at him. “Yes, Big Daddy?” Swiping my tongue across my lower lip, his carnal sight follows the movement.

“You fixin’ to get an ass-whoopin’?” I shiver at the threat in his tone.

Yes, please! But I don’t say that out loud; instead, I giggle and play clueless. “For what, Big Daddy?” What is wrong with me? This man could crush me like a bug.

And still, I like it.

Snapping his hand forward, he grips me around the back of my neck. Grasping a chunk of hair, he cranes my head back so I’m forced up onto my tippy toes. “Don’t fuckin’ play with me, Matilda.” His eyes flash with fire, and for the first time, I have an inkling of fear.

“Yes, Daddy.” I pout, trying to temper his ire.

He snarls before letting me go so abruptly that I nearly lose my balance. I should have known better, though, because, in the next second, he was wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me into his chest. The top of my head barely reaches his shoulders, he’s so freaking tall.

His shirt lays open, so I wrap my arms around him, unable to clasp my hands together; he’s just that massive. Instead, I shove my hand in the back pockets of his jeans and grip his muscular ass. A second later, I feel his larger-than-possible dick swell between our bodies.

Closing my eyes, I rub my face across his chest as he talks to his friend. His voice rumbles in my ears, and I’m entranced. It’s hypnotic the way I’m swept up under his spell. Kissing his chest, the salty taste of sweat is prominent, but there’s something more as well. Something that is all Big Daddy.

Licking at him like a kitten, I hesitate when I reach a nipple before taking the bud between my teeth and flicking it with my tongue, then sucking on it.

He groans, and his hand tangles in my hair again, dragging me far enough away that I’m forced to look into his stormy eyes. “Unless you want to be on your knees in front of all these men, sucking my dick all the way down your throat, fuckin’ behave yourself, baby girl.”

My thighs tremble as they rub together. I’m a hussy. I never thought it was true. I’m eighteen and still a virgin, never been kissed before today, and yet, I’m throwing myself at a man more than twice my age and ready to do anything he asks of me, if only so he’ll call me his good girl again.

“Please, Daddy,” I beg. For what, I have no idea, but I need something I sense only he can provide.

“Fuck, man, you got this girl on lock or what?” his friend asks, but neither of us looks away.

Swiping the thumb of his free hand across my lips, I open wide for him, allowing his sizable thumb to press into my mouth and all the way to the back of my throat. Wrapping my lips around the digit, I close my eyes and suck on it while massaging it with my tongue.

“Yeah, Mack, I’ve locked this little slut down. Anyone ever touches her, and I’ll fuckin’ kill ‘em and scatter their body parts on every highway I drive.” I swallow roughly at his vow but can’t help how my body squirms.

He hasn’t even popped my cherry, and already, I need him more than my next breath.

“Lucky bastard,” Mack grunts. “We’ll get her car taken care of. Get out of here before you’re forced to make good on that threat.”

In the next second, I’m slung over Big Daddy’s shoulder, and he’s striding towards his truck. After helping me in, he follows behind.

“Get your fuckin’ ass on that bunk and strip.” I bite my lip at his snarled directive, trying to stifle my need for him.

Something must be wrong with me; I shouldn’t be this turned on by a stranger. But then he gives me a look, and I glimpse beyond the layers of his frustration. His lust is at the forefront, sure, but it’s more. It’s the warmth and safety I feel in his presence. I’ve never known anything like it before.

Instinct tells me to trust him. I feel deep down in my soul that Big Daddy would never hurt me, not for anything. I know this in the same way I know my mother will exploit me again the first chance she gets.

That thought spurs me on because, more than anything, I long to please this enormous beast of a man. I want him to want to keep me around because, after the way he’s touched me and fed me pleasure, I don’t think I can ever go back to a normal life again.

More importantly, I don’t want to.