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She’s bouncing on the seat like a little girl and grinning so big my heart fucking cracks open. I jog over to the wall, open up the safe and come back, handing her the keyring.

“It’s yours, baby. Daddy’s not letting you drive around in that POS Buick anymore. You drive this until we get you something more for everyday with airbags and shit. This will get you around for now.”

“No!”

“Yes. Don’t fucking argue or I’m going to stuff my dick down your throat again.”

She bites her lip, crinkling her nose. “Promise?”

Uh huh.

My blinding need to fuck her and make this official shortens up her playtime behind the wheel. As much as a car fuck is in her future with me, for now, I want something with a little more room to maneuver.

I lead her to the back and up the stairs, punching another code into a keypad and opening up the door to my place.

“Holy moly!” She skips inside. It’s wide open, all white walls with classic car parts as artwork on the walls and some hanging from the ceiling. “This is cool.”

“Fits me.” I say but my muscles are tense. There’s no turning back now and my urgent need is ruthlessly pounding inside of me.

There’s buzzing inside my head and I don’t think she understands the lengths I will go to to protect her and keep her bound to me forever. The ball of hate and anger where my heart used to be is being replaced by this new monster who will stop at nothing to give her the world and fuck her like a deviant.

I come up from behind her, taking one second to rip down the zipper on the back of her dress as she squeals then I drag her by her hair to my bed and throw her down.

“You probably deserve better than this, baby. Your first time should be sweet and slow but that’s not how it’s going to be. It’s going to be raw and rough and I’ll apologize now.”

“It’s okay,” she whispers as I tug the rest of her dress away and point to her bra.

“Get that off.”

She does what I order without question and she’s so fucking perfect I nearly choke on it. I think for a moment, I don’t even know how old she is. She’s young, fuck, yeah, she’s young Scotch, but how young?

It’s not like my father wouldn’t have let her in the club even if she was fucking fourteen.

Fourteen. No, she’s driving, she’s at least—

“How fucking old are you?” I bark as I pry her thighsopen.

What if she says seventeen? Fucking sixteen? Will I stop? Can I?

I’m fucking sick.

I reach forward and slip a finger into her wetness letting the soft warmth soothe me.

In for a penny, in for a pound as they say.

“Answer me.” I grit out. “I’m fucking you anyway, you’re mine, but I need to know. Am I going to prison?”

She works her bottom lip as I find her clit and start to rub, her knees opening for me like the perfect girl she is.

“No prison,” she says and I believe her as her wetness slips around my fingers and I work the tips of two just inside.

“Fucking cherry tight.”

“How old do you want me to be, Daddy?” She adds and I know I’m going to hell. That’s fine, as long as I get to spend this life in heaven with her, what happens after, I don’t give a shit.

“No number. Just know I’ve been a shit human up until you. Up until now. That’s who I was and who I might be again but not to you. Never to you. I’ll be your Daddy, your everything. The wall your problems break themselves against because I will always stand between you and whatever is going to hurt you.”

She hums as I slip a finger back inside, her lush tits swaying on her chest as her body starts to move.