Angel (Love, Daddy 1)

Just knowing she was sitting there thinking about me was almost more than I could take. I needed to take a walk and try to tame the beast that was quickly growing in my pants.

Of course, I should have broken it off with Trixie long ago, but I stuck around and played nice with the family. Chloe was less than legal when we met, and I’d never have gone near her then. But I knew. I knew our day would come and I needed an excuse to stay close, so I played the friend game with Trix.. Chloe actually felt so bad, like somehow she’d done something wrong when we had our first kiss.

Trix thought I was her ticket out of the trailer park even before word of my inheritance began to circulate. I hated myself for a long time for this, but when I laid my eyes on Chloe when she was only thirteen. I knew even then; she was the only one for me. I would’ve never done anything back then with her, but I think I stayed loosely bound to her sister just to keep an eye on her until it was our time. In fact, I never touched Trixie after that day.

Fuck, it shocked the hell out of me when I put us in the friend zone and Trix took it as well as she did.

Chloe begged me not to bring us out in the open before I deployed, and after she explained it to me, there was no way I wanted to make her life any harder than it already was.

Her fucked up parents had some twisted idea that their little blond princess somehow was more valuable than the sweet smoldering angel that had her fingers wrapped unwillingly around my heart, and soon, around my cock, but not yet. Chloe was worth waiting for.

She was the one, and I was going to do it all right for her. It was killing me not being able to feel the insides of her curve around my cock as I entered the first time, but we had to do it like I planned, for her benefit. Even in high school I kept my eye on her. She was the little sister, the jail-bait, but looking back, even then I knew. I just didn’t want to admit it.

“Hurry back, and bring me another...” Trix waved her empty glass in the air. There was no way in hell I was getting her another drink, and the fact that she asked me to was just another nail in her coffin.

I gave my girl a quick nod as she looked up at me, careful not to let anyone see. She was so sweet, even when those bottom feeders treated her like a piece of shit, she still didn’t want to hurt them. She was a better person than me; I would have firebombed the whole table if I had my way.

I got a hold of my hard on and took about a hundred deep breaths. Thank fuck when I got back to the table, all the garbage crap were on the dance floor falling all over each other. I slipped down next to my girl, careful to sit next to her, not on top of her like I wanted.

“They’re going to see us.” Her sweet, glossy, rose pink lips looked so beautiful, all I could think of was what they would feel like around my cock.

“I don’t give a fuck anymore. I’m ready to blow this whole shit show up right now, babygirl.”

I slipped my hand down and my head felt like it was going to explode as I felt the sweet soft skin just above her knee. Of course, I couldn’t stop there, and found my way slowly upward, under the hem of her skirt, listening to her breathing get faster.

“Ryder...oh my god.” She lowered her head, whispering, looking like she was praying, and I almost lost my shit knowing she liked what I was doing to her.

Only a few inches more. I grazed the outside of her panties, feeling her body jerk and twitch as my fingers opened her legs under the white linen tablecloth. She was shaking, and I looked up at her face to see her dark eyelashes flutter over her round, brown eyes.

“Open your legs,” I hissed in her ear, knowing she would do whatever I asked. “Farther.”

“Ryder...” My name on her lips only made me detach from reality even more as I could feel the moisture even on the outside of her panties. The sweet, white, cotton lace trimmed panties that I had bought her yesterday just for tonight. If it wasn’t going to be my face, I wanted to know something from me was up against that sweet little pussy all night.

I rubbed softly on the outside of the crotch of the panties, watching her closely. She swallowed hard, and I knew I had to get my fingers up inside her and make her cum while she sat there, looking out at her evil sister and drunk parents dancing like they were riding the wave at Chateau Marmot.

So much for getting my cock under control on my little walk, that beast was back with a vengeance, and I was thankful for the low light in the banquet hall. I could have fucked her by now. There have been plenty of chances, plenty of time together over the couple weeks or so since I’ve been back. But my girl wasn’t ready. She had some fucked up idea that because she wasn’t a bulimic skeleton like her sister and her friends, that if I saw her naked I would run. Jesus, I had to teach this beauty her true value. I planned to.

She sat there like a glorious diamond among the sewage of the room. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the enigma that was Chloe. Beautiful, fuck yeah. And she was sexy as hell with those lips, that sweet round face, those brown eyes that looked right through me.

But it was more than just her looks. She had the spirit of a broken colt, but the brain of a scholar and the talent of Raphael. Only, her family didn’t value any collateral other than the color green and some fucked up version of fake pageant beauty.

I thank Christ they had left her alone for the most part, so she could at least be herself. Sure, she needed me to help her remember how valuable she was, how inherently beautiful, but that would come in time. She was natural and there was nothing make-up, some diet, hair color or silicone could ever do to improve on her.

“I want you to cum...” I whispered into to her ear.

“Ryder, please...” Her voice rose into that sweet higher register.

“Shhh, open...” I instructed.

She obeyed, thankfully, because I was about to scream “Fire” and get everyone the hell out of here if she held back any longer.

The feel of her slick wetness wrapping around my fingers had my cock tall and tight, ready to shred metal. But my sweet angel needed this, and I had to fight my own dog like nature to bring her the pleasure she deserved, letting my own needs wait.

She was getting close to being ready for me to take her for real, and after what was going to go down tonight, I was fucking positive she would finally understand there was never going to be anyone else for me but her. She was the one hung up on how she looked, I told her every chance I got how fucking sexy she was, how hard she made my cock. I wanted her to feel like she was the only person in the world when I was with her.

“God...” She closed her eyes, barely able to keep her voice in check. It was just what I was looking for.

“You want my fingers inside you don’t you baby?” I whispered, keeping a scout eye out on the dance floor for the trio of trash to come sloshing back to the table. What I saw was a drunken mass of human waste pulsing and slipping on the slick wooden floor. Whatever they were laughing at was unclear to anyone that had decided to remain sober.