They had just stepped off his boat and headed for Drake's house when Mal stopped them. She thought he wanted access to her mouth and was surprised when she saw him fixing her in an intense blue gaze.

She waited for him to speak, but Mal lifted her in his strong arms. Emma's feet instinctively wrapped around his waist. Face to face, this close up, the blue of his eyes was even more striking.

'Tell me what you're thinking, baby,' he prompted, squeezing her ass and resuming walking.

Like a koala holding on to a very sexy tree, Emma buried her face in his neck. She kissed and sucked and left her mark on his tanned skin. Mal growled and his grip tightened on her ass cheek. She could feel him hard and throbbing and started rubbing her panty-clad pussy on him.

'How can you be so hard all the time?' she moaned before sinking her teeth into his shoulder.

Mal was already walking on the wooden porch of the house, opening the front door and dropping their luggage next to it.

'I smell you, look at you, and taste you. That's how. You don't seem to mind,' he said gruffly while walking up the stairs, not even huffing from her added weight. 'Now tell me what's on my baby's mind.'

He sat her on the unmade bed, the sheets mussed from rubbing herself on his thigh first thing in the morning. It wasn't her initial plan, but while she pumped the thick cock, her pussy started aching and she needed to remedy that. Mal didn't mind, in fact he came all over himself when he felt her juices coating his thigh. She had to suck him off once more because he was apparently not done. Emma promised herself to wake him like that forever.

But their forever didn't last that long.

Now he undressed her with infinite gentleness, looking at her like she was the most precious thing in his life. Emma loved that. Loved him. His rough and impatient hands, the solid feel of him and his height, the scratchy laugh when she joked, the dirty, dirty words he whispered in her ear, the feel of him filling her pussy.

Everything.

She caught his face between her hands, his stubble tickling her palms. Bending forward, Emma sealed their mouths in a hungry, impatient kiss. It was all tongues and teeth and moans and she was euphoric from it all. When he came over her, covering her naked body with his, she sobbed with relief. Her hands unlocked from behind his neck and moved to his zipper. Mal pulled away.

'Daddy,' she whined and tried to pull him closer.

'If you want Daddy's cock, then start talking baby,' he whispered over the skin of her belly, trailing kisses lower.

Emma whimpered at the first feel of his tongue on her clit, the way he licked and sucked the wet folds of her sex. Her hands were already tangled in his hair, her hips chasing to scratch the itch of her need. Frustrated, she made a nose, trying to guide the shallow thrust of his tongue to her opening, but he couldn't be bulged.

'Please, Daddy,' she whimpered when he started sucking in her lips, popping them from his mouth. 'I need your cock.'

He growled and bit the inside of her thigh. One of Mal's fingers swiped over her opening, making her back arch from the bed.

'Emma baby, we can do this all day,' he said, licking along her slit. 'I can eat your pussy until you can't think straight, but you're not getting my cock or an orgasm until you give me what I asked for.'

'It's nothing,' she whispered feverishly, flexing her fingers on his shoulders.

'I decide if it's nothing, yeah? Now because I'm fair, I'll tell you something as well,' his thumb circled her swollen clit as they locked eyes.

She gasped, her body sweaty and tight with the need to come. If he would move a bit faster, she would detonate.

'What?'

'David called today. Asked if we want to play this Friday,' his velvety voice was the most potent aphrodisiac, that and the fat length of his cock.

'Yeah?' she prodded, trembling with every movement of his hand.

'Yeah, baby. And you know what? I want him to watch as I fuck my cock in you and hear you scream for Daddy. Want him to know what he can't ever touch.'

She shivered from the sheer possessiveness in his tone.

'Like I wanted with Maggie,' she said, understanding.

Mal nodded, bending his head to clean up the arousal that started dripping on the sheets.

'There are going to be other guests,' he said and Emma wanted to scream. She was this close to coming. 'No one would put a hand on you, only I touch and kiss and fuck you.'

'Are they going to touch you?' she asked, unable to fight the jealous jolt traveling through her.

'Fuck no,' he said, giving her a wicked smile. 'I have a cum-hungry pussy on my hands; I can't afford to lose any drop.'

Emma pushed him on his back, feeling a little thrill when Mal let her maneuver him how she wanted. She wasted no time in pulling up his shirt, kissing and licking over the hard muscles of his chest, moving lower. Mal let her unzip him and she bent forward to swallow the fat head of his cock. Moaning from the taste of him on her tongue, she took more. Their eyes were locked as she slid him until the back of her throat and she could read his wild, primitive lust. For her.

Only for her.

She moaned and started rubbing her thighs, her pussy was swollen and slick with need. When Emma felt his thick cock twitch and heard his low growl of pleasure, she maneuvered herself to straddle him. As much as she loved making him come with her mouth, she needed his seed painting the inner walls of her pussy, rubbing her in that delicious spot no other man found. But before she could lower herself on his rock hard cock, Mal moved so he was the one on top once again.

Winded from the sudden movement, Emma blinked as Mal kneeled between her opened legs, one of hand pumping his cock while the other was cupping the heavy sack beneath.

She moaned from the overstimulation. Her hand moved to where her pussy was demanding immediate attention, but his gaze stopped her.

'Ah, Emma baby, have you forgotten already? No one touches what's mine,' he growled as his hand movement sped up.

Emma whimpered with need.

'If Daddy wants to make himself come while watching your pink, swollen pussy then that's what I'll do, understand?'

She shivered, thighs flexing restlessly.

'Yes, Daddy.'

'That's my good girl,' Mal smiled and her heart skipped a beat. He was so aroused and so beautiful that she could come just from looking at him. 'Now, I see you're making a mess on my bed, baby. You wanna tell me what's on your mind so Daddy can put his cock in you?'

She sucked in a breath, confused, afraid and aroused out of her mind.

'I was just...' she started, but interrupted herself when she saw the mushroom tip of his cock leaking with precum. Fuck, she wanted that. '...thinking about us.'

'What about us, baby?' he pressed, one of his hands training the soft skin of her thigh.

A reward.

Could she say it?

She felt his knuckles brush the sensitive folds of her pussy and that gentle stimulation had her electrified. Her eyes closed and her fingers curled in the sheets.

'Fuck, baby. Look at you dripping everywhere, needing my cock so much,' he said in that gravelly tone that made her nipples harden.

'It's not just Daddy's cock that I need,' she moaned, following the movement of his hand with her hips. 'I need you.'

Mal brought the tip of his cock to her swollen clit, brushing it in patterns that made her teeth clench.

'That got you frowning on my boat all day?' he teased her opening, but didn't push inside.

Emma was certain she would break from the tightness building inside her.

'You bought a house here and I will leave for another country in two days,' she said over her own loud heartbeat. 'And it's not fair because I want you and need you.'

'Baby,' he whispered, one hand coming to caress her flushed cheek, angling her head to meet his eyes.

They were blue, clouded with lust and something else. Beautiful. He wrapped her legs around his waist and continued sliding his cock along her wet, swollen folds, coming to press his chest on hers. The weight of him in Emma's arms made her sob in relief.

He became her rock. Her center of gravity.

'Like I said, now that I found you, I'm not letting go,' he pressed a wet kiss on her pebbled nipple before biting it gently. 'You think a house here is enough to keep me from you? You think I don't take care of my sweet baby, Emma?'

She was breathless, happy and afraid to hope.

'It's so soon...' she forgot her words when he pushed all the way inside her.

'Some people need months or years to know, I only needed a glance,' he said roughly, starting to rock his hips.

Her pussy clenched hungrily around his generous size, her hands clawing at his back and her head thrown back in pure bliss. Mal latched on her neck and began fucking her in long, hard thrusts.

'This is not a summer fling, baby. This is the rest of your life.'

'Daddy!' she cried out, tears staining her cheeks as her orgasm drew closer. 'Please don't let go,' she sobbed as he changed the angle so his pelvis was rubbing her clit just how she liked.

'Never,' he vowed and Emma detonated with a long cry of his name.

Mal took her mouth in a wet, intense kiss as he continued fucking in his thick cock inside her. She didn't know how he could have so much stamina, so much virility as to push her into another toe-curling orgasm.

'Who do you belong to?' he asked just as she felt her climax rushing to shore.

'You, Daddy. Only you.'

'Fuck, baby. Daddy's ready to fill your hungry pussy.'

'Oh, Daddy, give it to me. Yes, oh god. I'm yours, I'm yours.'

For the rest of my life, her mind continued as he pulsed his hot seed inside her, making her tremble in aftershoks of delight.