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  Daddy Valentine:

  A Taboo Erotica

  By Skye Darrel

  Daddy Valentine: A Taboo Erotica is a work of fiction intended for adult readers 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 © 2019 by Skye Darrel

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  Daddy Valentine

  With the way my stepdad stares at me, I start to wonder if he wants sex. I’ve never been in bed with a boy before. I’ve never seen a guy shirtless outside a pool or beach, but I can tell when a guy’s thinking about it.

  That hungry look.

  I’m imagining things. I must be. Daddy would never want me in that way.

  It’s my mind running wild. I’m still getting over a broken heart from my loser boyfriend, who dumped me by text and now acts like he doesn’t know me. Guys suck. It’s been my motto for months. I didn’t love him or anything, but he filled a place in my heart that needs to be filled. He was a placeholder.

  The next day, I cut my hair shorter. I changed out my mascara, started wearing lipstick, and did two sessions of yoga before trying swimming. Anything to feel different.

  No luck. My friend Beverly says I can’t do single. She says all the time I need a man in my life. But I swear, if she makes one more joke about plumbers and my virgin pipes, I’ll slap her silly.

  I’m the only one of my friends who’s about to spend Valentine’s Day single—and having dirty thoughts about the one man I shouldn’t.

  “April?”

  “Sorry, Daddy. Daydreaming.”

  We’re in his study, furnished with all kinds of antique stuff. The air smells of wood, leather, and Daddy’s strong, masculine scent.

  He puts down the paper with C’s and D’s. “Daydreaming might explain these grades.”

  Daddy is what Beverly would call “eye candy,” and I agree with all my heart. His brooding eyes pour into me, that thick straggly hair smoothed back except for a wisp that hangs over one eye. The dress shirt he wears is a little slim. It shows off his physique perfectly. Muscles on muscles. Who’s he even showing off to?

  “April!”

  I blink. “Huh?”

  “You zoned out again.” Daddy shakes his head. “I’m disappointed in you.”

  “There’s a surprise.”

  “What was that?”

  “Nothing, Daddy. I’ll do better. Whatever you need me to do.”

  Daddy frowns, and a blush hits my cheeks. It was the way I’d said you need me. Totally came out wrong. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I swear I’m turning into a needy little girl. Deep down, maybe that's what I am.

  Daddy looks me over, and I feel his eyes connecting with my breasts. I didn’t imagine that.

  “You’ve been distracted lately,” Daddy says. “I know you had a breakup with Nathan, but that’s no excuse . . . ” He goes on and on.

  I’m not listening, but I’m following his gaze. The way his eyes seem to flick up and down whenever he pauses. Is he checking me out? I’m sure of it. All I’ve got on my legs are my pajama shorts, and his eyes travel all over me.

  I tilt my head and cut him off, “Daddy what are you staring at?”

  He acts like he didn’t hear me. “Baby girl, I love you, but if you don’t get these grades up—”

  “Daddy!” I take a step closer. “You’re staring at my legs!”

  He grits his jaw, looks at me for a long time, and then lets loose. “If you don’t want me to stare you shouldn’t wear those shorts. You’ve grown up, April. You can’t be strutting around the house half-naked. That tank top is too tight. I can see everything under—”

  The words tumble out of him faster and faster, his voice more ragged, and I feel my face heat. Daddy stares like he wants me.

  “—and you walked around in paper-thin panties all day yesterday, flaunting that hot piece of ass right in front of me. I couldn’t fucking think straight. Why would you do that? I could see what’s between your thighs.”

  Daddy’s last words settle in silence. My heart rams to my throat. He’s never talked like this before. Never used bad words in front of me.

  “I wanted you to stare,” I whisper, heat rising in my belly.

  Daddy lunges from his chair, scoops me into his arm, and sits back in one motion that leaves me breathless. He has me straddled over one knee, the muscles in his leg tensing under my pussy.

  “Rub yourself on me.”

  “What?”

  “Move.”

  Biting my lip, I roll my hips and slide my swollen folds against Daddy’s thigh, the friction through my shorts making me moan. “L-Like this?”

  “Yes.”

  I feel my nipples pushing against my top, my mind churning to mush as heat simmers in my most intimate place.

  “You’re not wearing underwear,” Daddy says. He clutches my rounded buttocks. “I can feel your cunt, little girl.”

  I move my hips faster, watching the growing shape under his pants. I know what’s under there, and the thought of Daddy’s hard cock makes my tummy flutter. “I never wear panties under my PJs.”

  This is so wrong. But I can’t stop myself, and my body shakes as I grab Daddy’s shoulders to hold myself in place. I feel the strength and power in his muscles. A perfect match for his handsome face, all angles and lines, rugged and lean.

  The swell in his pants rises.

  “Take it out,” Daddy growls. “You’re wondering how big it is. You’re wondering why you can’t stop thinking about what you shouldn’t. I know because I’m doing the same fucking thing staring at your perky tits.”

  “You shouldn’t swear,” I whimper.

  I’m bouncing on his lap I’m rubbing so hard. Daddy slips a big hand around my waist, holding me down easily.

  “We can’t, Daddy. You can’t do this.”

  “You’re mine, April. I’ll do whatever I want. I know you need it. You’re soaking through your shorts and I can smell your cunt. Take my cock out now.”

  “What if Jake finds us?”

  Daddy runs his hand over my right shoulder, bared by my top, and he sniffs my skin in a long breath. “Your brother’s sleeping. You’re not going anywhere.”

  “But—”

  Daddy guides my hand to his crotch. “I’m taking what’s mine, Princess. Put your hand on me.”

  I slide down his zipper and reach inside to feel the warm fabric of his briefs. There’s a flap, and I work my fingers through and gasp. Daddy’s erection jerks to my touch, and I close my fingers slowly, trying to grip him. He’s too thick. The hot, throbbing skin feels like velvet, but underneath he’s so hard I whimper. I struggle to get it free. Daddy watches me in silence, his hands firmly around my ass.

  When I get him out, I snatch my hand away. Daddy’s cock juts up. It’s massive and swollen with veins, leaking a clear fluid at the very tip.

  “Daddy,” I whisper.

  “You’ll help me work this off, little girl.”

  Daddy lifts me onto his desk. He yanks my shorts off and sees my smooth pussy glistening pink. Spreading my thighs, he kneels and splits me open with his tongue and whips around my sopping channel. I squirm against his mouth. Then he stands and fondles my clit, reading me so well his finger stops just as I’m about to cum.

  I swallow a cry.

  “Tell me who else has touched this naughty little pussy. Tell me, April.”

  “No one, Daddy!”

  “And no one ever will.” He leans back and rubs his hard cock over my folds. “You’re mine. Daddy’s taking what he w
ants tonight.”

  I lick my lips nervously. I couldn’t stop him even if I wanted.

  He sees me hesitate and leans me against the desk, his strong hands on my waist. “One last chance, Princess. Tell me to stop before I take your pussy right here.”

  “I want my first time to be on Valentine’s Day,” I blurt out. I can’t believe what I’m saying. “Y-You have to wait, Daddy.”

  His eyes widen at my words. Taking one hand off my waist, he grips his hard cock and starts to stroke. The liquid bead on his tip drips off in a strand.

  “You need to be punished for these grades. Valentine’s or no, that’s final.”

  My pussy clenches. “What do I have to do?”

  “You’ll take it.”

  He flips me around and bends me over the desk. With one hand on my neck, Daddy slaps my ass back and forth, and the room rings with fleshy claps. I feel my cheeks jiggle with each hit, the hot sting spreading over my skin. Then he slides his hand down my cleft, brushing over my asshole, and my body pulls tight.

  “Daddy!”

  “What’s this?” he says in my ear. “Another naughty place waiting for Daddy’s cock?”

  I arch off the desk and shudder. “N-Not there.”

  He kisses my shoulder as he pulls me up. “When I put my cock in you I’ll put it everywhere. I’m gonna fuck every hole in this soft little body. You are mine and mine alone.”

  “Tomorrow,” I breathe.

  Daddy lets me up, and I spin around, flushed and flustered, my shorts on the floor, my body throbbing for more.

  “Go to bed,” Daddy says. “Go before I change my mind and fuck you hard and dirty right on the floor.”

  Pouting, I pick up my shorts and strut to the door. Something comes over me. I don’t know what. Maybe it’s my inner naughtiness or that his cock is still out. I can’t take my eyes off that gorgeous, heavy thing rock hard for me. At the door, I stop and wiggle my butt. Then I scurry for the staircase.

  Daddy’s roar catches me midstep.

  “April! Come back here!”

  Heart pounding, I scramble up the steps and feel his hand clutch my ankle. I lose my balance and kick back. He catches my leg and wrestles me down.

  “Daddy!”

  “Now you’ve done it, little girl. You’re going to take my cock tonight.”

  I struggle and scratch at him, daring him to force me and give me what I crave. He muffles my mouth with one hand.

  “Shush. Do you want your brother to wake up? Do you want Jacob to see what a naughty little girl his baby sister is?”

  I moan into Daddy’s palm and shake my head. His fingers slide off one by one, his cock bending over my thigh.

  Daddy throws me over his shoulder, carrying me like I weigh nothing, and he doesn’t stop until he tosses me on my bed and locks the door behind us.

  He sees the stuffed animals and pink wallpaper, my messy clothes all over the floor. My panties and bras in the laundry basket. His cock jerks when he smells my intimate scent. The room can’t be more girly, and Daddy stands tall like an invader even though he’d bought half the stuff in here.

  I push back on one elbow and cover my pussy with the other hand.

  “Take your hand off,” he growls.

  I obey at once, my body betraying my eagerness. “Daddy you said you’d wait!”

  He’s tugging on his belt, ripping open the front of his shirt. “After what you did? No, baby. I won’t wait another minute. You’ve been teasing me for a long time and you’re ready. You’ll take me right here. You’ll give me your cherry and cum on my cock.”

  Daddy sheds his clothes piece by piece until he stands before me naked, the thick muscles sheathing his body taut with power, and his cock stands fully erect.

  “You’re wet enough, little girl. You’re ready for your first fuck. Show me your tits.”

  Daddy glares down as I pull off my top, and his eyes walk a trail down my stomach to my clit flushed and moist, to the pink crease below pulsing for attention.

  I glance at the veiny length of Daddy’s penis and shiver. I couldn’t close my hand around him. How can I take him down there?

  “I’ll give you one more chance, April. Tell me what you want.”

  “I . . . ” My voice falters as heat burns my face.

  Daddy starts to turn away.

  “Your cock!”

  He grits his jaw and turns right back. “Where should Daddy put his cock, baby? Whose greedy cunt does it belong in?”

  “Mine,” I mumble, my words coming faster and faster, “mine, Daddy. Please put it in me. I’m your little girl and I want you to fuck me like you fuck your girlfriends!”

  I gasp and my hand goes to my mouth. I’ve never seen Daddy with a woman after Mom left us, but I’d always assumed he must be dating. A man like him? Beverly told me she’d jump on him like a cat if he weren’t my daddy.

  My daddy. And here I am, offering myself. What does that make me?

  Daddy’s eyes soften. He bends over me and wipes the hair out of my eyes. “I don’t have any girlfriends, Princess. Never did. I’ve been waiting for . . . ”

  Daddy looks uncertain for a moment, and that scares me more than anything.

  “For what?”

  Leaning down, he runs a finger under my chin. “For the right moment.” The softness leaves his eyes. “I won’t fuck you like I fuck anyone else because you’re my one and only. I’m going to fuck you as mine.”

  My thighs spread on their own as I run my hands over the hard muscles of his stomach.

  Daddy thrusts into my tight pussy, and my walls clench him as I scream. My channel ripples around his plunging cock, giving way to the heat of his body and the hard, pulsing power splitting me open.

  “Did I hurt you?” His voice is choked. “Baby, look at me. Tell me if you’re—”

  “I’m fine!”

  Tears burn my eyes, but there’s no pain. My head feels light as throbbing pleasure churns through me in waves. My eyes roll back, and I think I’m cumming already. The itch inside me swells, that tight, aching sensation tugging through my lower belly.

  Kissing my throat, Daddy pulls my hands overhead and rubs over my body, from breasts to hips, his hands squeezing and pinching, making me writhe. “Good girl. I felt your pussy pop, Princess. I felt your sweet gift.”

  “Ohhhhh! Daddy!”

  Holding my wrists above me, he grabs the side of my ass and plunges straight down into my stretched pussy, and with every thrust I get wetter and hotter, clenching tighter around his cock. He forces himself deeper with every swing of his hips until I shudder with the most intense climax I’ve ever had.

  Daddy fucks through my orgasm, rutting me into the sheets. I cry out and moan. Nothing slows him as I spill into another high that sheets my vision white.

  “Keep coming, baby girl. I’m gonna fuck this tight little cunt wide open. I’ll fit you to my cock.”

  I push against his chest and tuck my knees up, spreading my thighs as wide as I can. “Daddy!”

  “Are you complaining?”

  I toss my head back as his cock slams into my rippling pussy. My juices seep out to soak the bedsheets, and sweat flicks off my skin with each impact. I thrash under him, whining and moaning, torn apart by the heat blazing through my body.

  “Take my cock little girl. You’ve been teasing me and this is what you get. Cum for me one more time. I’m gonna breed you, make your belly big.”

  His hand tightens on my throat, and my hips buck up thrust for thrust. “Daddy!”

  “Take it!” The muscles in his shoulders strain out as he struggles to hold me down. “Take the fucking your daddy gives you.”

  “Yes Daddy!”

  I’m hovering on the very edge, and Daddy stops with his whole cock buried in my heat. “Who are you?”

  “Your daughter,” I breathe. Two words, so sinful now, and just saying them makes my body surge. “Your little girl!”

  “I love you, baby.” He grabs my head and forces me to l
ook him in the eye. “I love you,” he grits out, his body rubbing against my clit.

  “I’m coming Daddy!”

  “Cum, little girl. Give me your pussy. Cum for Daddy.”

  I feel the head of his cock tap my deepest place, straining still, his balls hot and heavy on my lower folds stretched thin around his base. My cream seeps out in a trickle down the crevice between my ass cheeks.

  He’s filled me to the brim, a tight, agonizing fit that makes me feel the hottest pleasure. I writhe beneath him and surrender my body.

  “Daddy,” I scream as my orgasm explodes around his cock.

  He tenses, tremors shooting up his shaft to blast my walls with hot, overflowing cum. “Fuck!”

  I slump in a daze. My head spinning, I gulp down air as Daddy slips out of my body and kisses down my neck.

  “Daddy,” I moan.

  “Shhh. I know you’re aching, baby. I’ll make it all better.”

  He works his way down my belly to my throbbing clit, soothing me with the lightest flicks of his tongue. He leaves a trail of kisses down my legs to my curled toes.

  My brother’s room is right next to mine. “What if Jake heard us?”

  “I told you, baby girl. He’s sleeping. You know how he is with that ankle.” Daddy smiles. “The walls are thicker than you think. This is my house. It’s strong like Daddy.

  I roll my eyes. “You’re just saying that.”

  Daddy kisses his way back up my body. He glances at the stuffed animals heaped over my pillows and frowns at a raccoon. That furball is the only thing that’s gray in a pile of pink and purple.

  “Is that . . . ?”

  “That’s Oliver,” I say, pouting. “You got him for me. You don’t remember?”

  “Your birthday at the waterpark in Henrico. You were turning . . . ” Daddy trails off. I think even he’s embarrassed. “It was a while ago.”

  “Were you waiting all this time, Daddy? Waiting for me?”

  “I’ve always loved you, April. I would’ve never touched you before you were ready. But you’re a woman now,” he growls.

  I screw my nose at him. “Were you waiting to spank me too?”

  “Bad grades are punished in this house, little girl.”