His Secret (Man Of The House Taboo Erotica)

“So?” I said, as if it would take the guilt of what we were doing away, but it didn’t.

“So you don’t need to be nervous. You don’t need to be scared. You don’t need to be upset.” He said, and with each sentence was another kiss as he traced a line down my body with his tongue and lips, kissing and tasting every inch of me until he had his hands at my hips, looking up at me as he was between my spread legs.

“What we’re doing isn’t exactly right.” I had counted, and he had rolled his eyes.

“Not exactly wrong, and I can make it feel right.” Daddy told me.

He did make it feel right. His fingers pried my pussy lips open, and his tongue worked up and down my slit, flicking over my clit at just the right moments to make my back arch, and I cried out. My eyes would flutter closed as he pushed his tongue deep inside of me, fucking me with it, and despite being sore making me wish that he’d fuck me again. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I needed to feel Daddy inside of me.

He made me forget about all of the worry. He made me forget about the guilt, as I exploded around his tongue. He tasted my juices as he licked them up, and it was only when I settled back against the bed, gasping with my breasts shaking with each breath I took that he laid beside me. He pulled me close, and I laid my head down on his chest. I reached for Daddy’s cock, knowing it had to be hard, but Daddy grabbed my wrist.

“There will be time enough for that later.” He told me, and I looked at him confused. He had just given me pleasure, and I was going to return the favor. I couldn’t understand why he stopped me.

“You need sleep. Look at you, baby girl.” He said, chuckling. “You’re barely able to keep your eyes open.” He said, and I wanted to protest but he had leaned down to kiss me on the forehead. He worked the covers over us to cover us, and I could feel everything in me telling me to go to bed.

“I’ll take care of everything. Just leave it to me.” He said, and I closed my eyes, feeling myself relax in his arms, against his chest.

“Yes, Daddy.” I had mumbled, and I was too tired to know if he even heard me.

*

That’s what I was choosing to put my faith in now. That somehow, Daddy would take care of everything. As I stared up at his apartment, I tried not to think about how my mother had probably just left it. It was ten, and he told me to be here. It was as simple as that, and that’s as simple as I was going to make it. When I opened the car door, stepping out of it, closing it and locking it, I locked away my worries as well.

Without those worries, I was still all too aware of the gentle shaking in my hands brought on by anticipation. My juices dampening my thighs since I had forgone underwear, wanting to surprise him, and I was also aware of how tight my bra felt when all I wanted was to be bare in front of him. Since the day I had seen him in the gym, I knew it had been leading up to this. He was a god who’d taken human form, and that was something I was almost certain of. Now that I had decided to lay my problems at his feet, knowing he’d take care of them, all I wanted to be was Daddy’s perfect little girl, and that’s exactly what I’d be tonight.