Page 11 of Trucker Daddy

"Kiss me," I plead, and his mouth is on mine, hard and demanding.

Everything is fire, everything is heat. His lips, his hands, his skin. I gasp and moan beneath him, and he swallows each sound. He's everywhere, touching, kissing, taking. He's not gentle, not even close. His lips leave mine to trail across my cheek and down my throat. The scratch of his beard leaves a wake of goosebumps.

It isn't until his hand slides up my shirt that I remember not telling him something important—embarrassing, but important. "Garrett, wait!"

He pulls back immediately. "What's wrong?"

"So, maybe we do go a little slow..." I can't look him in the eyes. Oh, why in the hell didn't I tell him this earlier? "I'm…um…a virgin."

The silence stretches on for so long that I dare to peek at him. His face is unreadable, and then he's moving away, putting distance between us.

"Shit." The single word is loaded with so many emotions.

"I'm sorry, I should have told you."

"No." He scrubs a hand down his face. "Don't apologize. I'm not mad, I'm…" Garrett groans, and the sound is full of longing and misery in equal shares. "I'm more turned on than I've been in my life, Sienna. Fuck. You're choosing me and you're a virgin? I feel like I'm fucking dreaming."

I sit up, scooting closer to him. "You're not. And I do. Choose you, I mean. Can we still...you know...?"

He closes the distance between us in a flash, holding my chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Can I still make you come, Sienna? Is that what you're asking?"

My cheeks are on fire, and my mouth drops open. He smiles and leans closer, pressing his lips against mine, his tongue teasing my lower lip.

"Yes," I gasp, and he pushes me back on the bed.

His mouth moves across my cheek, then down my throat. Everywhere his lips touch, goosebumps erupt. "The answer is yes, but first I have one rule. When I'm fucking you, when I'm making you come, the only thing you can call me is Daddy."

My stomach flips and the air rushes out of my lungs.

"Now that I know the effect it has on you…" He chuckles darkly. "I mean it even more."

"W-why?"

"Because, princess, I'm going to give you everything you've ever needed. I'm going to provide for you, I'm going to protect you, and I'm going to make you come hard. I'm your Daddy, do you understand?"

My entire body trembles. He's looking down at me, eyes burning with a possessive fire. I've never seen this side of him. This dominant, demanding man who isn't asking, he's telling. I want him so badly, but...

"It's okay, princess." He presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. "Say the words, and Daddy will take care of you."

I whimper, nodding my head. He's so much bigger than me. Stronger, taller, wider, and I should be scared, but I'm not. I'm...I'm excited. I only want to do whatever he says. "Y-yes, Daddy."

"Good. Now take off these clothes, princess. I want to see you bare."

I start pulling my shirt over my head. "All of them?"

He nods, his eyes never leaving me. "All of them."

With shaking hands, I obey. It's not easy to get my bra and panties off under his heavy gaze, but I manage. My nipples tighten in the cold air, and my hands go to cover myself, but he stops me, pushing them out of the way.

"Don't cover yourself from me. You're beautiful. Lie back."

I feel his words all the way down to my core. I do as he says, stretching out on the bed, and Garrett takes his time looking me over. He drags his eyes over my breasts, down my belly, and then my pussy, which is puffy and wet for him already. Being on display like this is terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

"Touch yourself."

My eyes snap up to his.

"Your tits, Sienna. Rub them for Daddy."

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