Angel (Love, Daddy 1)

My teeth find the softest flesh at the bottom of her neck, making her gasp. At the same time, a flash of heat comes from between her legs, radiating out onto my already painfully thick erection.

“Make me yours, Daddy.”

My four favorite words.

Our whispers turn to fire on our lips, meeting, melding and merging us into one. I’m on my feet, her ankles like a belt around my waist as I carry her. She’s going to see just how deep I value what she gives me.

Chapter Fifteen

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MAGNUS

“Did you always want me?” Angel’s words grab at my heart and twist. Her innocence needs to be cherished. It feeds the power hungry beast inside me.

“Yes, baby. From the first moment.” My dick is weeping as I draw her body to me, my mouth taking a full bite at her lush tit. Her hands come up to each side so that she can feed it to me.

Something s

pins inside of me, like a flame growing in intensity. I can feel her there. Our connection isn’t just physical, but something I’d only thought existed in books and songs.

Together, we release pent up breaths. She’s the only one that can extinguish the blaze inside of me; there’s no point trying to veil the sexual beast she’s unleashed. I draw her tight nipple between my teeth, applying pressure until I hear her hiss and suck in a breath, my nose pulling upward to meet my lowering brow. I hold her there, just at the edge of it, pulling my lips back so she can see her hard peak held steady between my teeth.

I’m hypnotized by this sweet angel. She’s erased every memory of what came before. My life exists in two halves now. Everything that came before her, and now what will come after. And after is the only part that seems to matter to me now.

“That feels so good.” Her tiny voice shakes as she watches my face. Seeing her offering herself to me like this is the realization of every dream I’ve ever had. Every jack-off session filled with my hopes and dreams that she would be this for me. She’s mine, right now, mine to have and hold. To own and cherish and fuck and teach and bite and caress. All of it. I used to chant it, over and over, the thoughts in my head.

When she’s mine...

With a sweep of one arm, a flex of my legs, I’m on my feet, heaving her upward and spinning in motion to the first flat surface I see.

I pin her against the wall, pressing her body flat with my weight, forgetting the loss of my limb. She’s my doll, lifted so her thighs rest on my shoulders, level with me so I’m staring down her sweet drenched cunt. This is my church. My home. My world.

“Look at me, princess,” I speak as I draw in the deepest breath I can. My nostrils light on fire as her scent cascades through me, lighting me up.

Her hands come to rest on the sides of my head, and I see the shock in her eyes, the wonder that I’m able to hold her here, high against the wall as my fingertips dig into the soft flesh of her ass. But she’s as secure as though she were belted into a harness. I’ll never let her fall. Her eyes finally rest on mine as her face softens and she accepts that she is safe in my grasp.

“I haven’t felt anything in so long, babygirl. You are my world now. I don’t think I could go on if you were gone. So I’m never going to let that happen. I just need you to know that. Don’t even try, because I won’t allow it.” She whimpers as my grip tightens. “I’ll find you, and I’ll bring you home. Every time. I’m your home now, and you’re mine.”

Her pussy lips glisten and I bury my face between her legs. My tongue extends as far as it will go, and I feel the walls of her cunt clutch around it, shaking my face violently back and forth, desperate to get her all over me. I want to wear her around, twenty-four hours a day, and have her wear my cum in the same way. Whenever she goes out of this house, whenever she will be away from me, she will be marked. My scent will be all over her, so any other fuck that even thinks of looking her way will pick up on my scent and know she’s mine.

Growls and grunts surface from somewhere in my gut as her thighs shake next to my cheeks and I hear her laugh. The rasp of my beard makes the tender flesh pink and sensitive as I attack her and eat her, like I’m a Roman at a feast. Decadent, entitled and without remorse.

She cums as I suck and clip my teeth on her hard nub. She spasms and her fingernails score the sides of my head through my hair, and I just love wearing her marks. Her heels kick into my upper back, making my breath come in bursts.

I grunt into her pink heat. “Get those hands down here and open this up for me. Hold those lips spread wide; I want it open.” My need for her to be vulnerable and exposed, totally at my command, clenches in my gut.

She releases my head, and her quivering fingers come down to pinch at her soaking labia, peeling herself apart for my pleasure. My tongue goes on the offensive, her clit is my prey.

I’ll never be able to live without her again, I know that. I’m teetering on the brink of danger. I need her on me. Her hands, her mouth, her cunt, her ass. I suck and lap until her body draws tight and her liquid arousal is running down and soaking her ass-cheeks, covering my hands as they hold her tight. I twist my giant palms so my thumbs wipe up some of her self-made lubrication on their way to spread her lush cheeks from below.

She lets out a series of rapid gasps as I lift her even higher, placing my hands so each thumb is at the tight opening of her ass. I slip them higher, applying pressure there so she knows what’s happening, what’s coming next. Tiny mewls and whimpers fall from her lips and she jerks upward, planting herself firmly on my face.

I draw back, my beard and face already drenched with her. Her body glistens with sweat and need, giving her face a twist of sweet agony. “You want it, babygirl?”

“Please, Daddy, don’t stop.”

“You want this?” My thumbs press upward another half inch, her dark hole yielding to the pressure. Her eyes go wide and her head falls back, curving her neck until she is resting against the wall. I push, applying more pressure, and I’m almost inside, but I need to hear her beg. I need to know how much she wants it. How much she wants me. Always.