While Saturday started with a glorious bang, the rest of the day moved at a much slower pace. First, Mal made Emma breakfast meant to feed ten people instead of two and ate with her, talking as if they didn't have the wildest little session that left the couch ruined. No, instead he asked about what job she got, thanks to the t-shirt she wore when she arrived there, congratulated her and seemed really impressed by her getting into the most prestigious fashion school in the world. Emma didn't want to admit the warm pleasure she felt when he praised her, caressing her cheek with possessive tenderness.

She asked him about why he chose Sandy Cove for his vacation and Mal told her that he has some business here next week but wanted a few days to relax. He said that he wanted to swim and take out his boat to fish before the end of summer. Emma squealed at that information and told him about that time last summer when she caught the biggest fish in her friend group and how peaceful she found the process of waiting. They shared a long look after that conversation, one that left her cheeks red and her panties stained with her arousal.

Emma couldn't understand why she felt this way about Malcolm from that first second or how he could make her body spark alive with just one look, but with every minute spent with him, she felt herself drawn even closer.

Drake had called and yelled at her for not letting him know she was safely back at her place. She rolled her eyes and promised that she got home okay. Mal raised his brow at her, a smile tugging at his lips. When she hung up, he asked her why she didn't tell the truth.

'I don't want him to freak out and drive here,' she explained, hopping on the countertop.

'And why doesn't my sweet Emma want her friend here?' he asked, stepping between her legs, trailing his hands over her naked thighs.

'Because,' she murmured, tilting her head back to expose her throat to his kisses, 'I want Daddy all to myself.'

He hummed in approval and licked his way from her clavicle to the sensitive spot behind her ear.

'I hate to leave my baby needy like this, but I have a meeting I rescheduled from last evening,' he announced, sounding none too pleased.

She swallowed her disappointment and watched him get dressed to leave. Jeans and a white shirt rolled at the sleeves should not have looked this good on anyone, but the universe wanted Emma to suffer. She could barely hide her pout when he came to where she was sitting on the armchair, crouching at her feet.

To her surprise, he opened her legs and leaned forward to press his nose on her panty-covered pussy, inhaling deep. He groaned at her scent and when he opened his eyes, she could see they were dark and hungry.

'Daddy's gonna eat this pussy tonight, making it up for leaving you alone,' his voice was low, leaving goosebumps on Emma's skin. 'But only if you don't touch yourself until I come back. Got that, baby?'

'Yes, Daddy,' she breathed.

And she didn't. No matter how much she wanted to ride the pillow that still had his scent on it, she wanted him more. She wore one of his black t-shirts for bed and went without underwear wanting to be sure she was ready when he came home. Emma wanted to wait for him, but at one point she must have fallen asleep, because when she opened her eyes, it was already morning and the bed was still empty.

She got out and went to hunt for him, prissy from sleep and her unsatisfied libido. There was no trace of him in the kitchen, bathroom or living room, but she found him sitting at the table on the patio overlooking the ocean. In one hand, she saw a small cup of coffee and in the other it was the morning paper.

She padded to him, wanting to surprise him, but his head turned to her before she had the chance to step outside.

'Morning, baby,' he said warmly in that gruff tone of his. 'Slept well?'

He folded the paper and sipped the last of his coffee before pushing back from the table, making room for her to sit on his lap. Mal wore different clothes now, a pair of basketball shorts and a black t-shirt. She sat in the space he made for her, linking her fingers behind his neck.

'Yeah,' she answered even though it wasn't completely true. 'I thought you'd come back.'

He smirked, tucking a stray lock behind her ears and letting his hand lower to where her nipple peeked through the soft material of her t-shirt.

'Trust me, I wanted to. I know I made you a promise,' his tone was playful as he moved over the inside of her thigh, reaching her naked pussy with his long fingers.

'So why didn't you honor it?' she challenged breathlessly, sounding like a horny little brat even to her ears.

He laughed as his middle finger traced the seam of her sex, brushing lightly over her sensitive clit.

'I got myself a high maintenance baby, didn't I?' he sounded oddly pleased with himself.

'And I got myself a capable Daddy, didn't I?' she retorted, opening her legs wider, willing him to stroke her where it ached for him.

He pulled her close, their mouths meeting just as his finger pushed inside her sex, making her gasp into his kiss. Mal sucked on her tongue, bit into her lips and effectively fucked her mouth while his finger did the same. He established a controlled rhythm that put her right on the edge within seconds.

'Have you been a good girl?' he asked roughly when he moved his mouth to her ear.

'Yes.'

'Good,' he cooed, rising from the chair with her in his arms. 'Good girls need to be spoiled rotten, especially the ones that have a high maintenance pussy.'

Mal sat her down on the lounge chair facing the empty beach. She quickly took off her shirt and watched with a deafening heartbeat as he sank to his knees and pulled her legs open, effectively spreading her for any runner that might choose to jog nearby.

The thrill of that only worked at spiking her arousal. He watched her flushed face and smiled, looking like he knew what ran through her mind. Then, he wasted no time in feasting on her.

The hot pressure of his tongue on her clit, the appreciative growl trembled through her, while the mere sight of a man that size kneeling between her feet made her arch her back and grasp handfuls of his hair.

'Oooh,' she whined, thrashing her head from side to side. 'You eat me so good, Daddy! Just like that...fuck me with your tongue.'

He was not the controlled man she learned to expect. Mal was sucking and licking and eating messily, half of his face smudged with her juices and she was thrilled. She felt like he was a drug she had no business finding in the first place, but now that she had...well, now she didn't want to kick the habit Her cries lost the shape of words, becoming sounds drifting on the gentle breeze and she felt his hands cupping her ass, lifting it up into his ravishing mouth and sliding his tongue in her pussy.

Emma came with a moan and rode his face until the last ripple of pleasure settled over her body. It was like she came alive with Mal. He understood her at a level she was still grappling with. And she had one blissful week to sink into this electrifying feeling before she had to resume her normal life.

That though only made her more desperate for him, eager to be consumed.

He was still licking at her folds, making her twitch as if touching a live wire as she pushed on her elbows and looked at him.

'I want you,' she said softly as he kissed her thigh, inhaling deeply.

His blue eyes crinkled as he pulled back. She could see the outline of his fat cock, begging for her flesh, calling for her to service him.

'You're earning Daddy's cock every day, sweet Emma,' he said, palming his erection over his sweats.

'You- you don't want me?' she asked, suddenly feeling anxious that her sexual madness was one sided.

His face hardened, the amusement vanishing from his blunt features. Suddenly, her exposed skin felt too vulnerable under his gaze.

'On your knees, baby. Now.' His command was clear and cold against her sweaty skin.

She followed it, of course, too entranced to do otherwise. Now, eye to eye with the shape of his erection trapped by his pants, she waited.

'Take it out,' he instructed while placing a hand over her head, caressing it gently.

She took a deep breath, oddly comforted by his touch and followed through his request. He fell heavy and thick into her eager hands, making her moan at the sight of it. Mal hadn't let her touch him here yet and now that she had access...god, she wanted to fuck herself on it until she couldn't see straight...until the madness that gripped her would dissolve and she could be a functioning human again.

'Do you see how hard it is, baby?' he asked as her hand formed a ring around the meaty column, stroking up and down. 'It has been this hard since you rolled down that window and it kept throbbing for you since I heard you call my name while fingering your pussy. Now...ask me again.'

She couldn't help it, she let her tongue lick at the purple head where a bead of precum leaked the small slit. Emma moaned when she tasted him and swallowed more. She couldn't fit all of him, but she damned well tried, tonguing his bulging veins, sucking on the tip until she heard him grunt and buckle his hips.

'You don't know it yet, sweet Emma,' he said tightly as she worked on him with her mouth and hands. 'But you have become mine the second you came into the house.'

She whimpered her agreement around him, her heart doing a little flip in her chest at hearing his words.

'You suck Daddy's cock so good.'

Spurred by the praise, she picked up the rhythm, grazing the sensitive tip with her teeth in a gentle movement that had his hand fist in her hair. She almost gagged and did it again and again until...without notice, he pulled out of her mouth and hauled her up.

Emma yelped as he sat her on the lounge, kneeling again between her legs. She thought giddily that this was it: he was finally going to fuck her.

'Open those legs baby, I want my cum on your pussy.'

'Please,' she moaned, feeling the head of his cock spread sleekness on her folds. 'Come inside me, fill me with your cum, Daddy.'

That stopped him for a second, before resuming stroking her swollen sex.

'My baby wants me raw and filling her pussy?' he nudged the head of his thick cock inside, wrapping her legs around his wide hips. 'You would let me do anything I want with you, wouldn't you, baby?'

'Anything,' she breathed, feeling the sting of his girth in her trembling channel.

'Are you on the pill, Emma?'

She nodded, biting her lip as he slid another inch inside.

'How many did you allow to come into this sweet pussy?'

'No one,' her mouth was dry, her body taut as if she hadn't had her earth shattering release already.

'Just Daddy,' he warned, pushing all the way, burying himself to the hilt with a groan. 'This pussy belongs to me now, Emma. Do you understand that? No one but me touches it, makes it come or fills it up from now on.'

'Yes, Daddy...please, fuck me!' she screamed when he started moving in earnest.

Growling loud enough to send gulls flying away from the roof of the house, Mal started pumping himself in her pussy with long, hard, thrust, hitting the end of her every time. Emma's hands reached for him blindly, leaving red trails on his skin where her nails scratched, trying to gain purchase.

'You're pussy is fisting Daddy's cock so hard,' he whispered harshly in her ear, circling his hips to reach the sweet spot inside her that made Emma see stars.

'Ohmigod,' she sucked in a breath, pulling his head in her neck where she felt him latch on the skin there. 'This is...oh, god, I'm coming!'

Emma heard the surprise in her own voice. The truth was, she never came during the actual fucking, she felt good during, great even, but never even close to having the top of her head blown off. Now...well, now her muscles braced for what promised to be the sweetest orgasm of her life.

She felt his cock swell and twitch inside her pussy, stretching her in the most exquisite way, pushing her over the cliff when she felt the first spurt of his hot semen flooding inside her channel. He called her name like a spell, a curse and prayer all at the same time and she felt so blissfully happy tears welled in her eyes.

Mal lifted her and sat himself on the lounge, pulling her to his chest, wrapping those strong arms around her.

'What is it, baby?' he asked gently, stroking her back in soothing circles.

Emma took a shaky breath and nuzzled in his neck.

'It never felt this good...' she tried to explain over the loud drumming of her heart. 'I've never had this crazy, wild need to come like I have with you.'

He listened and she felt the steady, strong heartbeat beneath her erratic one. He was a rock, a staple of the security she craved and he also was the drug that set her body on fire. Emma felt a bit overwhelmed by the intensity of her new situation.

'They were boys, baby, and you needed a man. They didn't understand what your pussy needed or what your heart wanted.'

'But how could you understand me like that, from the first second?' she asked, tracing patterns over his hard abdomen.

'I could see it in your pretty eyes, all wide and scared and needy but I knew you needed time to open the gates and feel it for yourself. I just presented you with a safe opportunity to do so.'

Emma smiled and relaxed even more while the sun shone on her naked skin.

'And if I wouldn't have taken you up on the offer to come in?' she teased and lifted her head to look at him.

Mal was the picture of pure satisfaction.

'Then, I would have called the fire department for a different reason. I would have asked for a favor and someone would have stopped you on the road to ask you to turn around.'

Emma smiled and rolled her eyes. She felt his hands moving to cup the globes of her ass, squeezing them together. His cock hardened on her belly in response to her shiver. The movement had her leaking his cum between them, making him inhale sharply in response. Oh, yeah, he liked having his semen stain her thighs.

'I'm so glad I came in,' she murmured between trailing kisses on his jaw.

Emma loved the way his stubble felt beneath her lips and sighed when she felt his rumbly laughter echo in her chest.

'Have you ever...felt like this?' she continued tentatively, feeling her stomach twist as she waited for his answer.

'This strongly?' he asked, his brows drawing together in a frown. Emma nodded shyly, biting her lip. 'Never. I never felt a connection like this before.'

'And...were you ever a Daddy to anyone before?' she asked before she lost the nerve to do so.

'I was. Now, settle down, baby,' he trapped her in his arms when she pushed up. 'No one, not one of them got my cock as hard as you.'

She relaxed a bit, but the bitter jealousy still left the traces on her tongue. Emma knew it was irrational to want to be the only one, he was older then her after all, almost two decades of experience she didn't have. It was silly to think he'd been celibate until they accidentally met two days ago, but it didn't make it any easier for her to hear that from him.

'My sweet Emma is jealous,' he cooed, pleased with her reaction. 'You want to claim my cock, baby? Let everyone know who it belongs to?'

When she pushed up again, he left her, settling his calloused hands on her hips. He was hard again, hot and throbbing at her backside, all she had to do was slide down a bit to swallow it in her pussy.

She watched his face get taut with every second that passed and she was nearly panting when she moved her hips to rock on his fat length. 'Yes,' she whispered, cupping his cock and angling it in her pussy. The cum swimming in her channel was enough to provide the necessary lubricant to slip the head in. 'I want to ride my Daddy while everyone watches with envy.'

Emma impaled herself on his cock, screaming when the pressure was too much, too good. Mal's head was thrown back, a flush coloring his cheeks as she repeated the brutal action again and again, feeling more and more of his come drip out of her, coating his pelvis and heavy balls.

'And what do I do, baby?' he humored her fantasy. 'Do I just watch you fuck yourself on my cock?'

She shook her head, letting her long hair tickle the tips of her breasts. Emma started riding him hard now, making the lounge rock with her frenetic movement. She knew Mal allowed her to take control now, live out the fantasy that made her skin tight and too sensitive. And it excited her, how generous he was, how he kept his strength reined in for her, letting her use him exactly how she needed in that moment.

'You'd tell everyone how my pussy owns you, how you love to fill it every chance you get. How you don't have any drop to waste anyone because I'm always hungry for more.'

Breathing hard, Emma's skin became slick with sweat, but she continued to ride her Daddy's cock, making him groan and curse in pleasure. It seemed she was alive solely for this: making him feel good by stratifying her needs

'My cock-hungry Emma,' he whispered, starting to control her movements, keeping her clit pressed hard on his pelvis and bringing her closer to her orgasm. 'Whatever my baby wants, my baby gets. Yes, like that, scream for Daddy as you ride him.'

She threw her head back and did just that, trembling uncontrollably and feeling Mal push up in a sitting position and arranging her legs behind his back. She moaned when she felt him slide even deeper into her tender flesh, rubbing impatiently inside her until he buried himself to the hilt and boomed with a curse, spilling himself in continuous ripples.