Page 8 of Mechanic Daddy’s Girl (Daddy’s Girl #10)

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S tupid, stupid, stupid. How could you let her see you like this?

The real question should be, how could I have stopped myself?

Still seething from the look on Callie’s face when her boss called, I’d say those pricks got off lucky. Talking to my princess like she’s a cheap piece of meat.

We drove back in silence. Me, too afraid to speak, lest I somehow fuck things up further. Callie, I’m sure, is quiet from believing she’s shacked up with a psycho. I stop in front of the apartment and walk her up the stairs. Watching her hips sway and ass jiggle, with each one she takes.

Today was supposed to be perfect, a great setup for what I had planned for tonight. Now? I’ll be lucky if I find her here in the morning.

“Callie, I’m…” Not sorry. Never will be for defending her honor. Navigating the best way to express that without sounding like a damned lunatic is harder than I expected. “You shouldn’t have seen me like that.”

“Like what?” Her long, lush eyebrows flutter as she speaks. She heads into her apartment, gesturing with a single finger that I follow.

Can’t be a bad sign.

“Losing my cool. Getting aggressive. Any of it,” I admit reluctantly. Some deep part of me is happy she saw it. That she got to see what I am so early into whatever this relationship is blossoming into. Things can only get better from there.

“Why not?” Lazily discarding her handbag onto the sofa, Callie continues walking until she reaches the foot of the bed. She spins around to face me before dropping onto it, with a sweet little smile that screams she’s up to no good.

And for the first time since we stood in that checkout line, I breathe a deep sigh of relief.

“Because I don’t want to fuck this up?” I say it bluntly. Honest. A half-assed attempt at wearing my emotions on my sleeve and being vulnerable.

Callie chuckles and shakes her head. “I liked it.”

“You did?”

“I want more of it.” She nods slowly, but my eyes can’t focus on her response as her legs slowly start to spread, giving me a view straight up her dress.

And tucked away beneath it, she’s wearing a pair of black silk panties with a sheer front.

“I want you to show me your wild side.” Her cheeks turn several shades darker as the last word lingers on her lips.

But those eyes, desperate and eager for what’s to come, never lose their luster. “Daddy.”

Before I can register what’s happening, I’m storming toward her.

Tearing off my clothes with every step closer until I’m inches away from her with nothing but my boxers still on.

Not that they’re doing much to hide what’s waiting beneath.

Already rock-hard and ready, my cock tents the black material in front of her face.

And Callie stares at it wide-eyed, her hand extended outward to brush it. “Fuck.”

“Fuck,” I parrot, but maybe it’s from her soothing touch against my throbbing manhood.

“Are you going to let me have it?” She gulps, running her fingers along the length.

“If it’s what you want,” I say. If we’re going to do this, she has to be the one in control.

“I do.” Callie moves her hand to the waistband and slots three fingers inside it. Without warning, she yanks it downward, and my cock bounces free from its confines. “I want to feel you inside me, Daddy.”

The sensation sends a shiver up my spine, and the adorable look of astonishment on her face makes it so much harder to control myself.

Callie’s hand trails back to my cock, prodding and squeezing like she’s testing what she’s about to have inside her. I groan with every touch, each one firing off another round of pleasure through my body.

Once she’s had her fun, I lean forward, and our mouths meet. My hands instantly hook under her dress, lifting it higher and higher until our kiss is the only thing blocking my way from taking it off. Parting briefly, I pull it over her head and discard it at my feet.

Locking lips again, I work her bra strap blind, managing to unhook it on my second attempt.

With that out of the way, I crawl over her on the bed, our bodies pressing together, becoming as close to one as they can before the main event.

Her grip finds its way to my cock again while I shuffle her panties down her thighs.

I try to break away to speak, tell her what she can expect, but Callie sinks her teeth into my lower lip lightly, pinning me in place.

With my cock in her grip, she guides it toward her entrance, haphazardly brushing against her slick pussy as she goes.

I groan, deep and husky, relinquishing all control over to her.

And it’s only once she has my cock nestled against her whole, so close if I move wrong, it would slide right in, does she release me. “You’re going to give your little princess what she wants, Daddy.”

God, every time she says it, my mind melts deeper into depravity.

She doesn’t give me time to process what she said before her hips move up and her hand guides my cock down. She bellows and whimpers with every inch deeper until my full length is buried inside her tight, virgin cunt.

“Are you okay?” It takes every ounce of strength I have left to ask the question instead of screwing her brains out right now. But tears line the rims of Callie’s eyes, and she’s more important than my primal wants.

She nods, rocking her hips back and forth to adjust to my size. Slow to start, but faster with every motion, until the pained wincing turns into moaning.

“It hurts,” she whispers. “But in a good way.”

“That’s my girl.”

Callie hooks her arms around my shoulders, eyes rolling to the back of her head as pleasure outweighs pain.

The slow rocking from below becomes more erratic as she gets into it.

And finally, just before she throws herself into the deep end, she looks deep into my eyes with a naughty grin splashed across her face.

“Are you going to fuck your good girl?” she asks, the usual nervousness associated with her dirty talk gone. Fully consumed by the want and lust of this moment. “Are you gonna make me yours, Daddy?”

That’s all it takes to tip me over the edge.

“Mine,” I growl, one hand sliding under Callie’s ass to lift her hips in line with my cock. “No one else’s ever again.”

I slide my length out until the tip is the last part perched inside her. Her face lights up as my desires shine to the surface.

“All yours,” she squeals. “To play with whenever you want.”

The last word barely makes it out before I slam myself back inside of her. Any control I had on the situation is gone. Replaced by an overwhelming urge to plant my flag as deep into Callie as I can. Making sure I taint the idea of anyone else for her.

She’s mine. Now and forever. No one else will have the pleasure of her body but me.

The thoughts swirl around my head as I drive one hard thrust after the next into her until she’s moaning breathlessly, and my chest lights on fire from staggered breathing.

Somewhere between it all, Callie’s nails dig into my back.

Scraping and sliding against the skin, leaving her own mark on me, while I plunge mine into her.

But the intensity of the moment comes with its own downsides.

My inability to hold on longer when I can feel her walls tightening around me from the orgasmic euphoria blasting through her body.

“That’s it. Just like that,” she howls. “Fuck your little princess, Daddy.”

“Christ,” I roar, my body reaching the point of no return while my mind begs it not to go.

But there’s no holding back now. Hard, fast thrusts slow into rhythmic, steady motions. Sliding all the way out and lowering myself all the way in.

“Daddy’s going to fill your virgin womb. I’m gonna make you mine. Ruin you for anyone else.” It’s my own dirty talk that gets the better of me this time. And with it, my cock throbs and tenses inside her tightness. Waiting right on the edge, just a moment longer for her to answer.

“Do it. Fill me up.” She wriggles underneath me, bucking her ass back and forth to extract every ounce of pleasure she can get. “Come for me, Daddy.”

I do, emptying my balls deep inside Callie. Filling her to the brim, while ungodly sounds leave my lips. And as the last drop leaves me, I collapse and kiss her again. This time softer, intimate, delicate.

Just like my little princess.

“You’re fucking amazing,” I say, when I find the strength to speak again.

“I know,” she teases, pecking my cheek. “You’re not too bad yourself, y’know?”

I chuckle because there’s nothing else I can do. I flop over to the side, and Callie shuffles backward into my arms until we’re nestled and spooning.

She falls asleep in my arms before I know it. Worn out and satisfied.

And as I pull her tightly against my chest, I know I’ll never let her go again.

Even if it means a few haphazard slaps here and there.