8. Ford

eight

ford

A forty-minute drive in Southern California for the most part is normal. Fuck, between traffic and how far everything is, it's a shocker I'm not in the car more than I am. But this drive down the mountain was different.

It was killing me slowly in the most delicious of ways.

Not only was Lita's sweet scent drifting in and out of my lungs, but it was heavier. Thicker. There were notes of what I was positive was her arousal. The small hint was soaking into my DNA. Everything inside of me was biting at the edges to have a taste. My right arm was draped over her shoulder while I held on to the steering wheel with a white-knuckled grip with my left. The roads and the night were clear and not too windy.

Her soft, delicate hand hadn't moved from my thigh, and I was not sure but almost positive my little brat was teasing me on purpose. I'd bet my right nut she was. The only thing that made me hesitant to call her on it was that when I glanced at her, she looked up at me with those innocent, brown eyes and muddled my brain. Brought out the protective son of a gun inside of me. One that wanted to shield her from the world as well as dirty her up.

The radio was playing something soft and alluring when her grip on my thigh tightened. The lazy strokes on my thigh grew firmer, more calculating. I could hear her shift in her seat and the rustling of the skirt of her dress against the leather of the bench seat while she pressed her thighs together.

My girl's needy, that animal inside of me growled. My nose flared. Bet her horny little cunt was soaking for us.

"You okay, baby girl?" I asked without looking at her. If I did, I wasn't sure I'd be able to look away and not wrap the truck around a fucking tree.

"Mhmm," she mewled. My lips tipped upward.

She was needy, alright. My girl was all squirmy. My fingertips stroked the side of her arm, and I felt her shiver. "I'm just…" she breathlessly stopped talking. I glanced down at her.

"You're what, angel?" I goaded, needing her to be the one to say what she needed. The moment she did, I'd make sure to take care of her.

"I'm achy."

"You're achy?" I repeated huskily.

"Yes, Daddy." Fuck, those two little words made me feel fucking intoxicated. I knew they would be playing through my head over and over for the rest of my life.

"You keep calling me daddy, you're going to get yourself in trouble." Who the fuck am I kidding? She was already in trouble. She had no idea what kind of animal she'd allowed into her life. Our eyes met for a moment, and when she spoke again, she all but sealed her fate.

"I like calling you daddy." My chest puffed out.

"Good girl." My Adam's apple bobbed heavily. I forced my gaze to move toward the road. A good man, the kind she deserved, would have changed the subject. Would have talked about anything else.

But I wasn't that man.

"Why don't you do daddy a favor?" I found myself asking, my dirty mind running a million miles an hour.

"A favor?" she whispered, like she could hardly catch her breath with how needy her little pussy was.

"Yeah, baby, do me a favor. Sit up and open your legs." I felt her do as I said. Her hand never left my thigh for a moment. "Good girl." I kissed the top of her head. "Such a good girl for daddy," I rasped. I wasn't going to be able to stop. This thing between us was too big, too strong to keep fighting. My sweet Lita was mine.

"Oh god," she whimpered. A sound vibrated through my chest.

"Show daddy where you ache, baby. Show me." She lifted her skirt, and my eyes staked down between her legs then quickly out toward the road. "Jesus! Look at that," I praised. She had on the cutest white panties with tiny pink flowers printed all over them. "Open your legs. Wider," I demanded sternly, and like my good girl, she did as she was told.

"Where does it ache?" I was a bastard for talking to her like this. I was supposed to keep my hands off her. Build and gain her trust. Especially after everything I'd done. I'd been stalking her, watching her, craving her for too long. I'd crossed boundaries she had no idea of. She thought I was a good guy, the nice guy next door. She had no idea who she was about to touch herself for. But plans were shit when your self-control broke in two.

"Here," she whispered, snapping me out of my thoughts. Right or wrong, I wasn't going to give her up. Lita is mine. Only mine. Her free hand slipped between her thighs, and I had to breathe in deeply when I watched her stroke her pussy back and forth. She was so wet the outline of her lips was visible through the material.

"Good girl." My nose flared. A surge of power and desire struck through me. One that needed to dominate and control her. Protect and cherish. Savor and devour. "Now pull those pretty panties down your legs." I hardly recognized the depth to my voice.

"But—"

"No buts," I clipped.

I was on edge.

I had no fucking clue how the hell I managed to drive, much less not bury my face between her legs, but I had to keep my shit together. The first chance I got, I was going to pull over and do dirty things to her in this truck.

"Do as you're told, little girl," I ordered a little too sternly, but if anything, I could have sworn Lita go off on it. I felt her nod, and she shifted and shimmied. Before I knew it, she held her wet panties in her hands. "Put them on my lap," I directed, and like my beautiful angel, she did what she was told without a fight. "Now touch yourself, baby girl. Show me how you touch yourself."

"But… I've never, I mean I've played," she nervously rambled. "What I mean is, I've never, umm, I've never done it in front of…" I shot her an encouraging look, which, seemed to be enough for her.

"Good." I ran my tongue over my teeth. "I'm fucking happy this is a first. We will have a lot of them, but more importantly, these are our last firsts. We're going to do a lot of shit together, Lita." She purred, and I tipped my chin at her. "Work that pussy for daddy. It's just us. You and me. Show me how you get off. Show me how you like to be touched." That earned me a sexy little sound from the back of her throat. Her hand started to move between her legs.

"Tell me what you're doing, pretty girl." I swallowed. My tongue felt too big for my mouth. "I can't watch you right now, honey, but tell me." My hand tightened on the steering wheel.

"I'm just teasing it."

"It? What's it, baby?" Fuck. I felt like a dirty old man, leading my perfect innocent little angel down the road of temptation.

"Teasing my clit, Daddy," she whimpered so fucking beautifully my dick jerked against the denim of my jeans.

"Good girl," I praised and felt her bury her face into the side of my shoulder as she started to squirm.

"I'm just"—her breathing started to change—"teasing my clit… oh god."

"Daddy, little girl," I corrected. She made another pretty noise. "Not god but daddy. Say it."

"That's hot. I love how you talk to me," she purred. "Daddy," she cried as her fingers dug deeper into my thigh. Part of me, that dark animalistic possessed part of me, hoped she'd leave bruises. Marking me. Because if I had it my way, I would be doing the same. But my marks would be little love bites at her neck and collarbone so any asshole who even thought of looking at her would know she was well loved and taken.

"Bring your fingers to my mouth," I ordered, and when she did, I sucked on them. Making sure to leave them nice and wet. The fragrance of her pussy clung to them and made my mouth water. "Slide them into your pussy. Both of them."

She nodded against my arm, and I knew the moment she did. Her hips started to grind and rock next to me as the sounds of her wet pussy started to fill the cab of my truck.

I wasn't going to be able to hold off much longer. Not when that sweet aroma of her femininity filled my lungs. Then, like a miracle, I saw it. A clearing to the side of the road. I pulled over, abruptly putting the truck in Park . She hadn't even turned to look at me when I had my seat belt off and was pulling her up on my lap.

"Straddle me."

"Daddy," she had just whispered when my lips crashed to hers. I held her head in place, controlling the kiss. Enjoying the warmth that radiated from her pussy against my pants. "Grind, baby," I growled against her lips before biting down on her lower lip and swallowing her sweet little cry. "Use daddy like your favorite toy, baby."

My girl looked like an angel, sweet and innocent, but moved like a siren ready to bewitch. Our breath was one and the same, and when she shattered, I felt her dampness cover my jeans. I couldn't believe I got to watch my beautiful girl come for me. There weren't words for how spectacular she looked on my lap.

When she pulled away, her lips were swollen from my kisses, her face flushed, and her gaze filled with satisfaction. And it took everything inside of me not to beat on my chest like some caveman.

"That was…" Her eyes searched mine, and when I stroked the back of her head, I felt her start to relax again. "That was amazing."

"Thank you," I rumbled.

"I'm pretty sure I should be the one saying—" I pressed my lips against hers because if she was sweet once again, there was no way we'd stop where we did.

"You're perfect, little girl. You know that?" I rumbled and loved the way her eyes smiled up at me like I was some kind of hero. If only she knew.

She shifted, but my hands held her hips in place.

"What about you?"

"This wasn't about me, baby."

"But—"

"No buts." I shook my head and leaned forward. My heart melted when I watched as her dark eyes fluttered shut and she waited for her daddy's kiss. My lips touched the tip of her nose. I loved the sound of her giggle, like a bell .

"We gotta get you home." Her eyes opened, and I knew I was in trouble when her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. She looked sweet and innocent, but I had a feeling Lita had a bad girl inside her. One I couldn't wait to get to know and love into a frenzy.

"Are you sure you don't want to—" I didn't let her finish her offer. I groaned and rested my forehead against hers.

"Be my good girl, Lita. Daddy can only say no so many times." She trembled, and her breathing stuttered. Yeah, my angel loves my dirty mouth.

"What if I wanna be bad?" she whispered, confirming my suspicion, which only made her more perfect in my eyes.

"Soon," I promised. "I can't love you the way you deserve and the way I want to in this truck."

"But—"

"I want to be able to see you," I cut her off and brushed my nose against hers. "All of you when I have you. And Lita?" Her eyes widened as she stared at me. "It's when, not if. You get me?"

"I hope to," she sassed. My hands squeezed her ass, and she leaned into the crook of my neck while her laughter vibrated against my skin.

And even though my balls were bluer than Papa Smurf, it was a pretty great place to be.