Dear Diary (Love, Daddy)

She takes a bite of cake and damn, I want to be the cake, or the fork or anything that touches her mouth. I take another bite myself, feeling like I’m putting a part of her inside me as I do. Taking her in, even in this small way, has my balls ready to burst.

My mind spins, wondering if she’s wet. If she’s thinking the same filthy thoughts about me that I am about her.

“Mine,” I grunt before I can subdue myself.

I watch her eyes lift to mine. “Sorry?”

As you should be, making me ache like this. I should turn you over my knee and find out just how wet you are right now, little one.

My chest is clenched so tight, it could be a heart attack, but there’s no way I’m leaving her so my cardiovascular system better get with the fucking program.

She takes another bite and there’s a little spill of frosting at the corner of her lip. A growl rumbles inside me. I know I'm a Goliath of man, and she's a tiny girl alone with me. I can be scary. Physically. More so when I take my pants off.

But I don’t want to scare my baby girl before she knows me. Before she learns how I feel about her.

How I want to protect her and keep her safe, hide her into my arms. Snuggle her against my chest and rock her, before I pull her panties off and impale her with my cock.

Fuck her senseless as she whimpers on my chest. My name on her lips. And I don’t mean Jackson.

“There’s icing on your…” I point to her face as I set my plate on the faded, mint-green Formica countertop.

She blushes, reaching for a paper napkin and wiping the wrong corner of her mouth.

Leaning over, I slide my hand through the silky hair at her nape. I feel the stiffness in her muscles before I glide my tongue over her sweet mouth, licking at the hint of frosting.

She shivers. I can't help it. I'm like a hungry beast who's had a taste of his favorite food, and I can’t stop now. Growling on her plump lips, I run my tongue over her mouth again.

Her small hands clutch the lapels of my jacket and I look at her face.

She looks…young.

So fucking young.

I capture her sweet mouth between my parted lips, sucking, tasting, memorizing the contours.

She whines and slides off the stool. I grip her little body with an arm around her waist and lift her like a child. I place her onto the small kitchen countertop between our two plates and yank her thighs apart, forcing the width of my body between her legs as my right-hand curls tightly around her smooth throat.

Her choked cry hangs somewhere between fear and exhilaration.

“You taste just like you do in my dreams, baby girl.”

All my senses spark and sizzle. I even hear my thick beard scratching against her. I kiss her again, drawing her velvety tongue to mine and suck it until she whimpers.

I release her lips, her eyes searching as I squeeze her throat just enough to gauge her reaction. To see if she is who I think she is….

She gasps, but her eyes close for a long moment and I feel her body melt. She likes this. Needs it.

“That’s it, little one. I will decide if you get to breathe…”

Chapter 7

Chastity

Diary Entry Two Years Prior…

Dear Diary,

All the girls at my school want boys their age. Not me. They’re gross.

I wasn’t even sure what I wanted until I found that book in the bookstore yesterday. My stepmother was in the children’s section with my step-sister, I found it while poking through the romance section. “A Daddy for Penelope.”

As I thumbed through, my heart was beating so fast. I snuck to the cash register and bought it before she could see… hiding it in my backpack. I stayed up until three in the morning reading it over and over then making sure I hid it really well.

I know what I want. Not a boy.

Someone I can call Daddy. Like Penelope in the book. It’s my own kind of fairy tale and it has to be a secret. Our secret. I know it’s wrong, but geez did it feel right.

Okay, gotta go. Write more after school.

xoxo

Jack bites my lower lip and I wince as it shoots delightful sparks down all the way to my toes.

The possessiveness of his touch, the steel hold around my throat makes me feel imprisoned in his grasp, and I don’t want to be anywhere but here.

His teeth move to my earlobe, biting again and I yelp but don’t pull away.

His fingertips drag the V of my dress apart, exposing me. There’s no time for a reaction before he pushes his face between my breasts, licking, biting, sucking and the persistent ache between my legs blossoms into a painful throb.