9. Matilda

CHAPTER 9

Matilda

The sun has long since set after dinner, and we’re on the back patio, enjoying the fire my father made in the pit, with the sounds of classical music strumming through the speakers. I’m curled up in Big Daddy’s lap with a blanket covering my legs as they talk about things I have almost no interest in.

My father used to be a commercial fisherman, and he’s regaling his blue-collar days with Big Daddy as he talks about the last trip he made that nearly took his life. An unexpected storm hit, and the ship he was on was almost lost to the sea. Quick thinking by the captain was the only thing that kept them from all perishing. They maneuvered close enough to the docks before the ship sank after taking on too much water.

Life jackets kept them afloat until the coast guard could come to their rescue. I was only a baby at the time, so I don’t remember it, but he’s told me the story numerous times over the years. I don’t think I ever appreciated the life he loved and gave up because he wanted to watch me grow up. He didn’t want me to lose out on a father.

I’ll be forever grateful for that storm and his choices afterwards, despite him typically being so busy building his realtor reputation and gaining strides in a market that has always been a bit unstable, in my opinion.

He built an empire, and I’m proud of him. But I see something now that I hadn’t before—mainly because I was across the country. His loneliness is quite apparent now that I have Big Daddy. I can see how much he wants someone to share his wealth and life with. And I decide right here that I’m going to help him. On the sly, of course, because he’d never admit to it.

After saying our goodnights, Big Daddy helps me into his pickup truck when I say to him, “He’s lonely.”

“He is,” Daddy confirms.

“I could set him up.” I grin as he buckles me in, smacking a kiss on the tip of my nose.

He waits to answer me until he closes my door and is seated behind the wheel. “Baby girl, you have to be careful about that.”

My brows pull together. “Why?”

It’s a minute before he speaks again as we pull into traffic. “He wants his own little girl.” My lips twitch as I think about that.

“He wants to be a Daddy, too?” That shocks me so much. He’s so…vanilla.

“Yes.”

“I never would have guessed.” I’m not as grossed out as I imagine I should be. “How do you know?” This man never left my side all night; they couldn’t have spoken about it.

“Kindred spirits, sweetheart.” I smile at that. I like that they have something in common.

“I still want to help him.” And I know the perfect girl. She’s submissive, mischievous, and there’s something about her that I think he’d like.

“Look at me, baby girl.” Meeting Daddy’s stare as we stop at a light, I capture the seriousness in his eyes. “Do not force it. Finding a special girl takes time and patience. You can’t just expect a woman to fall into a roll like this the way you did.”

“But I didn’t even realize I wanted it,” I whisper. It was shocking, but it felt inexplicably right when it happened. I trusted Big Daddy as soon as he stepped down from his rig.

“I know, sweetheart, and that’s often the case. You can make an introduction because I see from the gleam in your eyes that you’ve already thought of someone, but you are not doing anything else. Are we understood?” His tone is so commanding. I shift my thighs to squelch the enveloping burn.

“Yes, Daddy. Crystal clear.” Dropping his gaze to my thighs, it’s obvious he can tell what’s happening to me.

“Tonight, that ass is mine.” My eyes widen with bewilderment as he begins driving again. I’m speechless and excited and, above all else, nervous.

He’s huge, and I’m so tiny. I already struggle to take him in my pussy, but god, he’s so delicious and devious that he always makes it easy on me. Which is why I know I can trust him to take my ass and not worry that I’ll be hurting too much afterwards. My eyes stay on his hands as he drives, never straying, until we pull up in front of his beautiful beach house.

“I still can’t believe you live in Jacksonville as well.” I smile as I feel the engine shut down.

“Fate.” He winks as he gets out and comes to open my door and unbuckle my belt, pulling me from the cab and straight into his arms. My legs wrap around his hips, as far as they can anyway, and I cuddle into his chest.

“I love how strong you are. How you can carry me around seamlessly.” It’s one of my favorite things about him.

“And I love you, baby girl.” I will never tire of hearing him say those words to me. This man is my forever. A forever I never expected to find on the side of the road, wearing barely two scraps of cloth.

As soon as we’re inside, he takes me right to our room. Placing me on my feet, he strips his clothes before tackling my sundress. “So fuckin’ gorgeous.” Licking a finger, he trails it across my body. Between my breasts, down to my belly button, across each hip. I bite my lip when he tickles the side of my thigh before slipping his powerful finger between my soaked folds.

“Always so wet for your Daddy.” His groan of approval has me panting.

“Only for you, Daddy.” He sucks a nipple between his lips as he slides into my tight core. Digging my fingers into his scalp as I hold him to my body, I’m ready to come in an instant. Always that way with him, teetering right on the precipice and willing to beg. But he never asks that of me, instinctually knowing what I want, what I need, and he gives it to me.

“Not yet, baby girl.” Except right now. I whine as I stare down at him. “I want you on the edge when I fuck this glorious ass.” I tremble at the heat in his words.

He works my body more, petting me, licking along my curves, kissing every spot that makes me gasp. I’m so worked up that I could come if he’d just blow across my throbbing clit.

“Turn.” He grips my hips to help me. “Legs nice and wide.” I spread them as far as I’m able without falling. “Now, bend over the bed.” He positions me so I’m resting my chest and face down on the billowy blanket while my ass is popped up in the air for him. I’m wide open, so I know he can see both holes and when his hands grip my cheeks, I want to scream because he blows across my tight rosebud without giving me more. “You clench so pretty.” His tone is hushed, so I think the words are more for him, but I’ll always take his praise. Any way I can get it.

“Daddy?” I glance over my shoulder. When his eyes meet mine, the air gets knocked from my lungs. His pupils are blown out with his lust, his need…this overwhelming craving he has to possess me in every way possible. Adding a pout to my voice, I ask, “Will you take me? Make me yours, Daddy.”

A growl rumbles through his muscular chest, and I feel a matching purr in my throat as he shoves his boxers down, releasing his massive dick. Like the rest of him, it’s so large I can’t even fit a fist around him.

“Please, Daddy,” I plead, relaxing every muscle in my body and forcing myself to become putty in his hands, because that’s precisely what I am.

His lips on my spine, Big Daddy kisses his way down my back before nibbling on each butt cheek. “Patience, baby girl. Daddy needs to get you nice and ready.” I whimper but nod. I know he’s right, and I know he’ll always take care of me properly. His actions tonight only solidify it.

“Yes, Daddy.” I close my eyes and savor the way he touches me, and I wait.

When he’s gone for a minute, my eagerness almost drives me to call out for him, but I’m rewarded when I feel his reassuring hands on my back, coated in some flowery-smelling oil, as he begins to massage my tense muscles.

It seems like forever before he makes it from my neck and shoulders down to my hips. After being hoisted higher up on the mattress, I sink into the comfort below me and moan as he begins rubbing across my ass and down my thighs.

The bed shifts, and he lifts my hips to pop a pillow below me before sliding one leg up towards my chest and out to the side, posing me for his perusal once again. I vibrate with pleasure as his movements shift closer to my pussy and ass.

I feel a slow trickle of cool liquid down the crack of my ass and then a finger rubbing at my opening before being nudged inside me. I’m so relaxed from the massage that I don’t do more than groan as an explosion of pleasure erupts in my core. It’s not as intense as an orgasm, but it lets me know there’s nothing but pleasure in my future.

“So beautiful, baby girl,” he groans in my ear as he adds another finger and begins to work them in and out, stretching me wide open for his cock. “You’re going to take Daddy’s dick so nicely, aren’t you?” I hum my approval because words escape me. He chuckles before a third digit is added and the stretching turns into a burn. “Sshhh.” He kisses my neck as I whine and push back at him. “Daddy’s got you, sweetheart.” I know he does.

Forever and ever.