Chapter 4

CHAPTER

FOUR

Judy

I'm gaping at him, my heart hammering in my chest. Cedric, Big Ced himself, the wrestler who's all over TV, is sitting right here in front of me, his blue eyes blazing with something wild, something hungry.

And that offer he just laid out on the table, it's crazy.

Insane.

"Judy," he says, his voice a deep rumble that sounds like it's coming from the depths of his towering, tattooed body, "I want you. Now."

Why me? I'm just a waitress, an artist-in-training with dreams as big as his biceps, and yet, here he is, wanting me.

The famous Big Ced wants...me.

My brain screams no, a reflex to protect my heart, my body, my everything.

But then, I look into those piercing eyes of his, and I feel it—the pull, the heat, the undeniable thrill.

"Okay," I hear myself say, the word slipping out like a secret confession. "Yes, Cedric."

And that's it. Without another damn word, he stands and sweeps me up like I weigh nothing. His shoulder digs into my belly as he hoists me over, and I'm suddenly upside down, staring at his muscled back as we leave the diner behind.

The patrons are probably watching, mouths open, wondering if this is some kind of performance. But it's not. It's real.

Too real.

The cool night air hits my face as he strides down the street with purpose, carrying me as if I'm his championship belt. His pace is relentless—confident, determined, like the man himself. I should be scared, but instead, I'm tingling all over, anticipation licking through me.

We reach his place, a fortress fitting for a man of his stature, and the door slams shut behind us. Then, with a tenderness that belies his massive frame, he lays me down, his hands and lips worshipping every inch of my skin. I'm exposed, raw, open in a way I've never been before, and it's exhilarating.

He slips my shirt over my head and marvels at the tiny mounds of my breasts spilling from the cups of my bra. He cups them in his hands. "Look at these perfect little titties," he groans as if he's in pain before his mouth descends on them.

His lips are hot and insistent, sucking and nibbling in a way that makes my toes curl. I'm gasping, caught in a whirlwind of sensation I've never known, my mind reeling as he works his magic. There's no gentle introduction. It's all consuming, all powerful. This is Cedric's world, and I'm merely surrendering to the storm.

His hands roam with purpose—over my stomach, dipping below the waistband of my jeans. With a deft flick, he unbuttons them and they're gone, discarded somewhere on the floor with my shoes and his shirt. I'm feeling more naked than I've ever been, not just physically but emotionally too. My very soul feels bare under his gaze.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Judy," he murmurs against the skin of my belly, his voice vibrating through me. His words aren't just words. They're caresses that stroke the hidden parts of me longing to be acknowledged and adored.

Then he's moving lower, his beard scratching slightly against my inner thighs causing a delightful shiver to run through me. His breath is hot against my core before his tongue replaces it, slow and experimental at first, learning the shape and taste of me. It's an invasion, but one I welcome—no, crave. I can't help but moan out loud, fingers tangling in his short hair, guiding him closer.

"Cedric," I whimper, not even recognizing the desperate need in my voice.

He looks up from between my thighs, eyes gleaming with raw desire. "I've got you, sweet thing," is all he says before he dives back in, driving me wild with each flick and swirl of his tongue. The world narrows down to just his mouth and me, everything else fading into insignificance.

Pleasure builds like a storm surge within me, overwhelming and relentless. When it breaks over me, it's with a force that tears a loud cry from deep within my lungs.

But he doesn't stop. He rides it out with me until I'm limp and breathless beneath him.

Pulling away slightly, Cedric wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and moves to hover over me. His eyes capture mine in a gaze so intense it's almost physical. "Mine," he states fiercely—a simple declaration that seems to brand my bones.

With meticulous care unlike earlier, he positions himself at my entrance. I feel him there—hot, hard—a promise of what's to come. The moment stretches out between us tantalizingly slow as he watches for any sign of hesitation in my eyes.

There's none.

With one strong thrust, he's inside me—a perfect fit that feels both foreign and incredibly right.

I see the tendons in his neck straining and his nostrils flare as he looks down at me with a gaze that is only what I could call feral .

"Holy fuck, Judy. Are you a virgin?" he asks me incredulously.

My face floods with heat as I bite my lip and nod. "Not anymore," I say softly.

Cedric makes a strangled sound as he pulls my closer and cradles me against his chest. I feel his cock jump inside me as a jet of precum shoots into me, making my pussy flutter around him.

"Oh hot damn, baby. This little virgin pussy is going to kill me. So tight. So good. I gotta move, sweetheart."

Pain is there, but it fades quickly under the flood of complete fullness as he begins to move. Each stroke pushes me further into uncharted territories of bliss.

"Judy," he growls out each time our bodies meet in rough union.

And I know then—I don't want to be anywhere else but here, claimed by Cedric—cherished yet devoured under his touch that promises forever with every pulse between us.

"God, baby girl, you're so tight for Daddy" he groans, his voice laced with a primal edge that sends shivers straight to my core.

Daddy .

That word richochets through me and makes my pussy convulse around him. I don't know why it excites me so. Maybe it's the taboo of it. Maybe it's how Cedric is so big and I'm so tiny. Maybe it's the way he's promised to take care of me. I don't know, but it hits me deep and feel so right .

"You like that, don't you, sweetheart? Like when I call myself your daddy? Yeah, of course you do, you filthy, perfect little angel." His words are filthy sweet, whispered against my neck, claiming me over and over.

And I—I melt, letting him take all of me, my virginity a gift I never knew I wanted to give until now.

"Mine," he breathes, each thrust marking me deeper, "you're mine forever, baby."

His possessiveness should scare me, but it doesn't. Instead, it wraps around me like a blanket, warm and safe. I'm cherished, treasured by this man who could have anyone but chooses me.

"Yours," I whisper back, clinging to him, surrendering to the storm he unleashes within me.

"Your what?" he prompts me as he fucks into me harder.

"Daddy!" I finally scream as he hits a place deep inside me that causes an orgasm to rocket through me. It's so hard and piercing that it's almost painful pleasure, and I cling to him as I cry out and convluse around him.

"Oh, fuck, yes! Just like that, baby. Come on your daddy's cock. Give me all that sweet cream, honey. Oh, you're gonna make Daddy come too, baby. Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"

And then I feel Cedric go off. He roars and he holds his huge dick deep inside me and begins flooding my pussy with his seed. He comes so much it begins seeping out around us. He fucks into me a few more times, and I hear it as it splashes between us.

"Mine," he rasps as he finally collapses next to me and pulls me on top of him.

He wraps his arms around me and holds me on top of him, petting me like I'm nothing more than a little kitten in his arms.

And I'm practically purring as I lay there on top of him and drift off asleep.