Angel (Love, Daddy 1)

“Yes. I think I do.”

I press my mouth forward, flicking my tongue back and forth, watching how hard it is for her to hold herself open for me right now. I don’t know why, but I love to see her struggle like this. I want to be her sexual master, to push her to do things that make her blush and shy.

The gasps turn to nods of her head. “Yes, I want it. Daddy, I want it.”

“Want what, Angel?” My thumbs are so close to popping inside her ass, I can already feel her clenching and releasing, the anticipation making her lower lip quiver. I suck her clit and swallow the river that comes out of her.

“What you’re doing... back there.” She wiggles her ass in my hands and I slowly glide inside.

“You want me in your ass, don’t you? Next you want Daddy’s cock in here, yes? Tell Daddy you’ll never say ‘no’ to him. You’ll never deny me anything.” I freeze, waiting for her to answer, the pain in my cock almost more than I can take. Holding back my own climax has wrecking balls slamming around inside my head, threatening to burst my brain. “Tell me, or you won’t get to cum, babygirl, and I know you need that. Daddy knows. He always knows.”

“Please, don’t stop. Yes, yes.” A clutching sob quivers her breasts and her body is on fire. “I want your hands on me. Always. Everywhere. I’ll never say ‘no’ to you. Never. Please, I need to cum.”

“Good girl. You’re here for my pleasure and mine only. I plan on fucking you straight into forever, baby.”

Nothing could stop me right now. The world could be on fire and I’d fucking let it burn while I give her what she needs. I shove my slick fingers into her tight hole as my mouth ravages her, like I’m a marauder hell bent on claiming what’s his. I pump upward and into her, only a few times, working her cunt with my mouth, and she sprays my face with a release so powerful her body goes limp, melting in a vibrant explosion of sounds that will forever be part of the symphony playing over and over in my dreams.

I gulp down her juice, the liquid running like lava in my blood, heading down, down into my dick until I cum all over myself. I don’t hold it back. I want it inside her –that’s where it should be– but this is too much. Holding her onto me like this, it’s a battle I can’t win. My cum sprays, hot and thick, up into the air between my body and the wall. When it comes back down, it catches on me and cascades down my shaft and my balls, dripping onto the floor.

I let out an agonized roar into her body and her fingers leave her pussy lips. Her hands flail and smack against the wall as she loses any control she had left. She cums and cums, her liquid soaking into my beard and dripping down onto my chest, my thumbs feeling the clench and release of her ass with the spasms of her orgasm. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced. She’s utterly consumed, unaware and at my mercy.

My perfect, dirty little girl.

I ease her down o

ff the wall and carry her, clinging to me like a baby monkey, back into the bathroom. Inside the shower, the water runs down her ample curves as I soap her body and then shampoo her hair. The candy cane scent of the shampoo makes her smile. I had it delivered this morning, along with everything else.

My cock is still hungry, still needy. Somehow he knows that he hasn’t had what’s rightfully his. He needs to fill her again. This time I want her bent over, and it’s going to be mean. I can’t help that; I want her to know the depth of my need for her. Sometimes it will hurt, because we burn that bright and we always will.

When I slip into her soaking cunt, her hands flat against the slick shower wall, she lets out this gulping, hiccup sort of sound. I know I’m plumbing the limits of her depths as I stroke my monster in and out, feeling her body mercilessly pull and release. The thick vein on top of my dick stands out like a damn garden hose. My balls are throbbing, holding back a load of cum so big it’s nearly killing me.

“You’re. So. Deep. Inside. Me.” Each word is accented by that sweet hiccup sound as I thrust forward.

“I want you to feel me in your throat, baby. So you know I can get all the way inside you whenever I want.”

She shakes at my words, and I reach around to stroke her clit with the pads of my two middle fingers. In the space of a breath, she cums, drawing out my own roar and release, the orgasm nearly bringing me to my knees, and her along with me. I brace one long arm over her head and my fingernails scratch at the slick glass, trying to hold on.

The muscles in my legs shake as jets of my cream fill every space she has. It weeps out around my girth in opal dots, washing away in the water on the floor of the shower. I hold myself tight as she recovers, and the final spasms of my cum find their home.

Chapter Sixteen

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MAGNUS

“You were the one that paid for mom’s funeral, weren’t you? You sent those flowers, the hundred dozen white roses. And then, that day after I told you Cherokee had died, I got an email from the humane society saying someone had donated five thousand dollars in his name.”

I nod, slightly ashamed of my own cowardice. “I should have done more, baby. Daddy should have taken better care of you, shouldn’t have waited this long. You’re such a special girl, I knew it all along. I wanted you, but I held back. I had this ugliness going on in my life and I didn’t want it to touch you. I wasn’t even sure whether or not I’d be going to prison. You were the only thing that brought life to my days in the last three months, Angel.”

She’s snuggled into my lap as flames crackle and pop in the fireplace. We’re sitting at a side table as I feed her the dinner she’d requested. Macaroni and cheese, with noodles in the shapes of Disney characters. Yep, they make that. And I made sure to have some delivered yesterday along with everything else. Somehow, I just knew.

We’ve been locked down here at the cabin for going on five days now, and I don’t want to give her up. She’s had me read Beauty and the Beast to her three times and I’ll do it a thousand more if that’s what she wants.

I needed her like this, all to myself until the world came calling again. She’s told me things I wish I had known before. Like that she was evicted from her apartment. That all of her belongings, the things she’s had since childhood, the things she inherited from her mom... they’re all still inside. Doomed to be tossed in a dumpster because she can’t come up with the back rent on her own. Well, all that has changed now. The apartment is secure, bought and paid for, and I’m having her things boxed up and sent here where they’ll be safe.

I got her set up on a computer too. Who knew someone her age was so technophobic. But we talked a lot about her dyslexia. I made a few phone calls and have a specialist that is going to start working with her in a couple weeks. In the mean time, he gave us a few online programs for her to use to start to help.

“Do you think they’ll like me?” She dabs the linen napkin at her lips then drapes her arms around my neck and I melt.