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  His Naughty Angel:

  A Taboo Erotica

  By Skye Darrel

  His Naughty Angel: A Taboo Erotica is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences only. All characters therein are 18 years old or older and not related by blood. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to events, locales, or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2018 by Skye Darrel

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  His Naughty Angel

  Even though I’m eighteen, I’ve always been a sheltered girl. My stepdad takes care of me. When I have a bad day, I run to Daddy and hop on his lap. It’s a little embarrassing, but I can’t help how good he feels. When he rests his hand on my leg, I’d feel all warm down there. I’d feel a pulsing ache between my thighs and I know I shouldn’t. Sometimes at night, after sitting with Daddy, I’d lie awake in my room and touch myself for hours, chasing a release that never comes.

  A week before Halloween, Daddy comes into my room. I broke up with my boyfriend Kenneth yesterday. I’m moody and quiet. But Daddy climbs on my bed and holds me in his arms and he says a cute girl like me will have no shortage of boys.

  I don't think I'm that cute.

  “One was enough,” I say, pouting. “He was my first kiss.”

  Daddy strokes my hair. “What else did he do?”

  “Nothing, Daddy. You know me. I watch out for bad boys just like you taught me.”

  “Good girl.”

  Those two words make my skin flush. I lean into Daddy and hold him closer, roaming my hand down his abs. Daddy smells so good, so familiar. My hand slides lower. Something presses up in his briefs.

  Daddy tenses. He starts to pull away but I hold his shoulder tight and touch the bulge again.

  “Katie,” he mutters. “Stop that, baby.”

  I don’t want to. My heart races and heat seeps into my panties. I run my fingers over his erection, and then lower, where it feels even hotter. My fingers rub all over Daddy’s naughty place. The shape of his cock makes my tummy squeeze. It’s very big.

  Daddy tries to move away but stops when his hand brushes my breasts. He feels how stiff my nipples are. His breathing turns shallow. His cock throbs in my small hand through the fabric of his briefs.

  I want to feel his skin.

  “Daddy,” I whisper. “Don’t leave.”

  I hear him swallow. My hand tightens around the bulge in his briefs, and I squeeze him around the tip.

  Daddy tenses even more.

  “Katie, stop it.”

  I don’t want to stop. I don’t want the moment to end. All of a sudden, what I want most is for Daddy to kiss me. I look into his eyes and open my lips a little.

  Daddy hesitates. Then he growls and buries his mouth in mine. He sucks my tongue into his mouth.

  Groaning, Daddy slides his hand down my tummy and lower. He touches the wet place in my panties and I let out a gasp. My pussy clenches. He rolls on top of me, his cock pressing into my belly. When I try to look down he tips my chin up.

  We lock eyes.

  His hand is guiding mine. Lower and lower, until I feel something warm and hard.

  His bare cock.

  “Don’t look,” Daddy says. “Close your fingers.”

  I obey and feel his thickness throbbing. Heat rises in my belly as Daddy lets go, leaving my hand on his cock.

  “Stroke it, baby girl.”

  I move my hand up and down as best I can. I feel the veins under his skin, the swollen movements in his shaft.

  Daddy growls. “That’s it, Princess. Just like that.”

  I can scarcely breathe. I never touched my boyfriend like this. Never touched anyone like this.

  Daddy’s face scrunches like he’s in pain.

  “Are you okay, Dad?”

  “Yeah. You’re doing good.”

  His hand kneads my crotch, squeezing my pussy mound, rubbing my moisture until my panties are soaked. Daddy’s other hand slides under my tee and he squeezes my breasts one by one.

  “Daddy,” I say sweetly, “you—oh that feels amazing.”

  “You’re so soft, baby,” he breathes.

  My chest flutters when the moment really sinks in. I’m touching my daddy’s penis as he fondles my pussy and molds my breasts. His big body pins me down and I feel so safe and loved.

  I feel sexy.

  Daddy’s a handsome man and after Mom left, he’s had lots of lady friends. But over the past year he’s been so busy at work. And what little free time he has he always spends with me. He doesn’t date anymore and I’ve gotten used to that. I should be the only girl in his life. His special princess.

  I stroke him faster, and when my fingers bump up under the ridge of his cock head, Daddy grits his teeth. “Fuck.”

  “Does that hurt, Daddy?”

  He grunts. “No, baby girl. You’re doing real good.” He senses how nervous I am and assures me with a kiss. “Keep going. Just like that.”

  I stroke his length and I feel the pulse in his cock. The heat. Daddy groans and when I run my hand over his knob, wetness smears my palm.

  “Damn it, Katie.”

  I twist when Daddy slips his hand under the waistband of my panties. As his cock tremors in my fingers, he cups my wet folds.

  “Why are you smooth down here, baby?” He sounds like he’s angry. “Do you shave this little pussy?”

  I blush hotly and bring my thighs together in reflex as Daddy rubs my slit.

  “Yeah,” I whisper. “All my friends do it. You don’t like it?”

  He kisses my chin and his cock feels even harder. He struggles to speak. “It doesn’t matter. Daddy loves you all the same.”

  He sounds hoarse, and when he says love I can tell it’s not how he usually means it. Lust blazes in his eyes.

  I yelp when he pulls away and sits back on his heels. My eyes drift down his chiseled torso to the hard cock between his thighs. Thick and veined. A pearl forms on the cleaved tip, swollen purple, and drips down his shaft. His cock sways as he edges forward.

  I get a good view of Daddy’s penis and my chest flutters. That’s what I’ve been stroking and touching. I made him that way. Hard and strained.

  Daddy strokes himself. “Show me your pussy.”

  Biting my lip, I pull my panties down just enough to reveal my pink folds, swollen and dewy like the knob of Daddy’s cock. He stares at my virgin pussy and he looks in agony. Even his sac is flushed.

  “Do you ever touch yourself, Katie?”

  I nod shyly.

  “How often?”

  “N-Not that often.”

  “Touch yourself now.”

  “Daddy!”

  “Do it, baby girl.” It’s a demand. Almost harsh. “Play with your pretty pussy.”

  I close my eyes for a moment, my whole body in a riot.

  Daddy gets on his knees between my legs and pries my thighs apart.

  He watches as I reach down to find my moist clit. I moan softly and I tease my button under his fierce gaze. My eyes stray over his thick shoulders to the slabs of muscles sheathing his chest. He’s wearing a snug undershirt that leaves little to my imagination, but I want to see all of him.

  “Daddy,” I whimper. “Can you take your shirt off?”

  He pulls it over his head.

  I gasp at his abs faintly shining with sweat and I rub circles around my clit.

  “Lean back,” he growls. “Take your hand away.”

  He bends down and holds my hips, leaning his face into my crotch. I feel his tongue drag over my crease and I arch. I get on my elbows and buck into his mouth as Daddy’s tongue slides around my vulva. He returns
to my clit. My juices are flowing freely. I’m embarrassed by how wet I am.

  But daddy keeps lapping me, suckling my throbbing bud.

  “Oh Daddy, that feels so good.”

  He pushes my tee up and squeezes my breasts. His tongue splits my folds to prod my virgin barrier.

  My toes curl. I clutch the sheets.

  Daddy’s finger enters me to stroke my front wall. When I moan, he knows he’s found my spot. And he keeps pressing there with his finger as his lips form a suction cup around my aching clit.

  A wave crashes over me. I shudder with an orgasm more intense than I’ve ever felt. For an instant I feel as if I’m floating. I try to smile, try to look brave. There’s a humming in my ears as my pussy throbs.

  Daddy rises slowly and lines up his cock.

  I break out in chills at his size.

  Seeing me writhing and scared, Daddy hesitates. He tugs my panties down a little further. He presses his cock head into my soaked folds and strokes himself, rubbing his cock into me without pushing in.

  Moans leave my throat. I clench my pussy as Daddy jerks his hard cock on my slit.

  Grunting, his body coils and he shoots ropes of cum that splatter my pussy. Semen drenches my folds, rolls between them, and seeps into the cleft of my ass wetting the bed sheets.

  So much cum.

  Daddy pulls my panties back up. The sodden fabric presses his cum over my privates. I’m all wet and messy down there.

  “Keep it against your pussy. Don’t take it off.”

  “You want me to sleep like this?”

  Daddy combs through my blonde hair and growls. “Yeah. Or you can sleep with my cock in your pretty little hole. Your choice, baby girl.”

  I giggle. “That’s so dirty, Dad.”

  Daddy smirks. Then he leans in and squeezes my buttocks. “You’re mine,” he whispers in my ear. “Mine, Princess. We’re going to play a game next week. You are not to touch yourself. When you need an orgasm, you come to Daddy.”

  My giggles die away, and my body churns as he holds me in his arms. “Yes, Daddy.” I chew my lip. “But you have to promise you won’t touch yourself either—until I come to you.”

  Daddy growls. “Naughty little girl.”

  “Promise, Dad.”

  He gives my ass a light slap. “It’s a promise.”

  ◆◆◆

  Five days before Halloween, I knock on Daddy’s study. He’s working late as usual, but at least he’s not at the office. Daddy’s shirt is unbuttoned and he closes his laptop with a smile. “Can’t sleep?”

  “No, Daddy.”

  He looks me over. I’m blushing so hard I’m sure my cheeks are red. I’m wearing panties and a tight tank top, standing with hands at my back. He sees how puffy my nipples are.

  He knows why I’m here.

  Still, I’m too shy to say it aloud

  “What’s the matter?” Daddy asks. He tries to hide his own arousal by crossing his legs.

  “Are you busy?”

  “Daddy always has time for his little girl.”

  I edge forward. Since that night, he hasn’t touched me once. Not in that way at least. Only a hug now and then. When he gets back from work, he’d ask me how school was like he always does. Daddy doesn’t mention our game.

  Sometimes, that whole night feels like a dream, but I only need to look in my laundry to see those soiled panties flaky with Daddy’s cum, and I’d know it was no dream.

  “What is it?” Daddy asks. “What’s wrong, Katie?”

  I roll my eyes. “You know.”

  He wags his finger and I step closer.

  “Know what, baby?”

  “The game, Daddy.” I bite my lip. “I—I want it.”

  “Want what?”

  “An orgasm,” I whisper.

  Daddy whistles. “You don’t say. It’s only been two days, baby girl. That soon? You told me you don’t touch yourself often.”

  My blush burns hotter and I feel a twinge of anger. “Have you touched your cock?” I blurt out.

  “No.” His smile hardens. “I haven’t.” Daddy uncrosses his legs and shows me the tent at his crotch. “I’ve been waiting for you, my little angel.”

  He takes my hand and pulls me in until our knees touch. Daddy’s fingers glide up my thigh. I shudder as he strokes through my panties.

  “You’re wet,” he says.

  He has no idea. The truth is I masturbated every day before Daddy started his game. Call it teenage hormones or maybe that’s just how I am, but I came home every day and locked myself in my room to spend an hour rubbing my pussy. I couldn’t always cum, but I always tried. I can’t help it. I can’t stop the dirty thoughts that run through my head, a lot of which involve Daddy. I hide my needs well. My girlfriends all think I’m a prude, but Daddy knows better. He raised me after all.

  He presses into my slit. “Very wet.”

  “Yes,” I gasp. “Please Daddy—can you do that thing?”

  “Lick your pussy?”

  “Yes.”

  He growls and sits me on his desk. His hands wander over my body, groping my breasts, squeezing the soft flesh of my thighs, pinching my nipples. He pulls my panties to one ankle and lays me down with my feet dangling. A hand dips between my thighs and massages my damp folds.

  My scent fills the air.

  I squirm. “Please, Daddy.”

  His finger traces around my pussy lips, sticky with juice. He taps my slit making me yelp than flicks my clit rapidly.

  I feel the slide of his tongue. When he dabs my upper folds, I squeeze my buttocks and whimper. He licks around my opening, trailing tingles and heat.

  My skin prickles. My body shakes over the desk. Tendrils of pleasure snake into my belly. I can’t think of anything but Daddy’s tongue on my pussy.

  Then his finger burrows between my flattened buttocks to touch my puckered hole.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Shush, baby. Daddy’s gonna make you cum even harder than last time.”

  He licks and prods, and I’m boiling over, my thoughts consumed by desire. My eyes are glued to the ceiling. Not being able to see what Daddy’s doing heightens every sensation.

  “Does that feel good, baby?”

  “Yes,” I whimper.

  “Let’s play a new game, Katie.” He flashes a wicked smile. “I’m going to put my cock in your pussy. It’s just like my tongue. But it’ll feel better. Hold off on your orgasm as long as you can. Daddy promises you—it’ll feel even better when you do cum. Meanwhile, Daddy’s going to control himself too. This game is all about coming in last. Whoever cums first—loses.”

  I push up on my elbows and pout. “I’m eighteen, Daddy. I know what sex is. I know what you want. I—I know it’s wrong.”

  His smile fades into a frown, dark and intense. “What you know and what you feel are two different things, little girl.”

  I gulp. “You can put it in if you want.”

  “Put it in? I’m gonna fuck your hot little cunt and fill you with my cum.”

  My throat knots as heat pools between my thighs.

  Daddy snarls. He peels back my folds to reveal my creamy membranes glistening pink. Daddy’s eyes soften a little. He edges forward until his cock just touches my clit. He rubs down.

  “Daddy,” I whisper.

  “I love you, baby.”

  He grimaces as he pushes through my barrier and enters my vagina.

  I gasp at the sharp pain. Daddy holds still. I look down to see my juices coating his cock. He pushes again. Another inch slides into me. My hands ball into fists and my legs strain apart as Daddy grips my thighs. The desk creaks as I buck and twist, clenching him, struggling to hold still.

  Daddy forces his cock halfway in and my legs lock out. The panties hanging on my right ankle slip off as I writhe.

  “Okay, baby?”

  “Y-Yes. Oh god. It hurts, Daddy.”

  Daddy smothers my cries with a soft kiss. He soothes me, kissing my throat, and he sto
ps to let my walls adjust. He reaches between my thighs and rubs my tender clit, and waves of warmth spread through my body. The pain lessens as my nerves sizzle until all I can feel is a delicious stretch.

  “Better?”

  “Yes,” I moan. My legs slump down.

  Then Daddy pushes harder, intent on squeezing his whole cock inside. As his last inches fill my pussy I cry out again, my walls pulsing around his length.

  “Good girl,” he whispers, still strumming my clit, easing my body to his size.

  For a while we stay like that. Me struggling on the table, stuffed and aching as the pressure of an orgasm builds, and Daddy holding still with his big cock in my pussy. The slightest movement makes me shake.

  When Daddy pulls back an inch I gasp as my muscles pinch.

  I cum.

  A trickling deep in my vagina, a sudden itch that explodes into pleasure, and my walls pulse rhythmically. I squeal and struggle for breath.

  Daddy thrusts again. And again. He fucks through my orgasm, pumping my pussy steadily, hitting deep with each thrust. His balls slap on the delicate skin between my pussy and asshole.

  My vision blurs at the edges as Daddy pounds into me. He claims me. He takes me for his. When I look up I see the animal lust in his eyes and I know he wouldn’t stop even if I wanted.

  And I don’t. I bite back sobs as I force myself wider, opening up to take as much of Daddy’s cock as I can.

  “That’s it,” he grits out. “Give me your tight pussy. Take Daddy’s cock.”

  “Yes,” I scream. “Oh yes!”

  Daddy lifts my hips off the table as he angles down and rams into my sopping hole. He throws his weight into his plunging cock, scorching my walls, squelching in my dripping heat. He pumps his hips between my thighs like nothing else matters.

  “Take it all, you little slut. Take Daddy’s cock. Dirty little girl. Cum for me,” he snarls, “show me how much you love my cock.”

  “I love it,” I scream, and another orgasm rips through me.

  He pulls me off the desk and bends me over on my stomach. Slaps ripple my ass as his other hand grips my breast. Daddy slams into my pussy from behind and I arch under the new angle. His cock hits my spot with each push. He forces my head down and pumps me with hard thrusts.