Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 6314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 32(@200wpm)___ 25(@250wpm)___ 21(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 6314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 32(@200wpm)___ 25(@250wpm)___ 21(@300wpm)
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CHAPTER 1
PHIA
The scent of oil and gasoline filled the garage, a rich, heady mix that clung to the humid air. It was almost summer, and the temperatures were climbing, making everything sticky but sweet in the same breath.
I stood at the edge of the open bay door, watching as my daddy worked, the muscles in his back shifting beneath his shirt with every movement.
He was bent over the open hood of his latest project, his massive hands slick with grease as he twisted a wrench with effortless precision.
I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be watching him like this.
But I couldn’t help myself.
He was everything I wasn’t supposed to want—older, dominant, and utterly off-limits.
My father Beckett.
It was arousing as much as it was surprising that my daddy could go from a dominating and wildly successful CEO in a three-piece, custom suit during the day to a hot as hell mechanic at night.
And as I watched him work, his deep voice humming along softly to the Classic Rock filtering out through the speakers in the garage, I grew wetter. My pussy was soaked, my clit throbbing in time with my pulse.
And no one suspected the truth, my sick desire to have my daddy fuck the hell out of me and make me only his.
No one knew how my stomach filled with butterflies when he was near. Or how my pulse raced when he said my name in that low, gravelly voice of his.
I’d never admit how I lay awake at night, staring at my ceiling, wondering if he ever thought of me the way I thought of him while I rubbed my clit back and forth as I finger-fucked my little pussy.
I swallowed, pressing my thighs together, forcing my attention back to the present, but everything blurred into meaningless shapes and colors when my daddy was near.
Daddy straightened, tossing a rag over his shoulder as he wiped his hands on a spare one. His sharp gaze flicked toward me, black as the night, and always unreadable but ever knowing.
“Thought you had classes today,” Daddy murmured, his voice like a slow drag of whiskey over my utterly raw nerves.
I said nothing, just watched him for a solid few seconds before I found my voice. “Half day on Wednesdays.”
He arched his brow, his mouth curving just slightly. “Then shouldn’t you be studying?”
I lifted my book that was tucked under my arm. “I am.”
He scoffed. “Didn’t know you could read books when they aren’t open.” He smirked, and I felt my pussy clench again. God, I fantasized about how it would feel to have Daddy shoving his cock in me and fucking my cunt until I hurt ever so good and his cum dripped down my thighs.
I didn’t respond, but I felt my face heat as lewd images played in my head.
“Go be a good girl and finish studying inside.”
My breath caught, but I forced myself to hold his stare. I didn’t dare confirm or deny anything, although obscene words were on the tip of my tongue. But the way he was looking at me…
God, was that… heat in his eyes?
I could have chalked it up to my imagination, but it wasn’t. I knew it wasn’t.
And the longer we stared at each other, the more I felt the heat around me bloom, which had nothing to do with the stifling air surrounding us.
Daddy ran his tongue over his bottom lip, exhaling heavily as he slowly trailed his gaze down my neck and settled on my chest. I wore a little, white crop tank top minus my bra. I was hot and sweaty and knew he could see my hard nipples through the thin fabric.
He cleared his throat and reached for another tool. “You should go inside, sweetheart.”
I clenched my jaw, knowing what I’d seen, knowing Daddy had arousal and desire pouring off of him when he looked at me. I felt it more than once before but had always convinced myself it was my imagination.
But I knew. I knew he wanted to fuck me.
I was about to turn to leave, but before I did, I walked up to his vintage car and let my fingers trail along the polished surface he’d been working on, smearing a bit of grease onto my fingertips.
He glanced at me, watching me silently as I deliberately pressed my hand to my bare thigh.
Daddy stilled.
I felt the tension pouring off of him and heard the sharp inhale of his breath. And when I smeared that grease over my smooth skin, making myself all dirty, I felt my nipples harden further. I felt a gush of wetness in my panties, soaking the silky fabric through, and silently willed m father to lose control and fuck me right here.
He didn’t speak. Didn't move. He stood there looking more tense than I’d ever seen him before. I slowly smiled when he looked back at my face then turned to leave.