05. His Naughty Angel Read online

  Lost in pleasure, I feel weightless as his cock gnaws at my walls. My muscles begin to tighten as a third orgasm swells.

  Daddy smacks my buttocks as he thrusts in and out. “You like that, baby girl?”

  “Yes,” I gasp.

  “You like getting fucked down and dirty?”

  “Yes!”

  Daddy pulls out and I suck in a breath at the sudden emptiness. He turns me around and grabs my hips. We’re back to how we started. Face to face. His hips between my thighs.

  Daddy bends down. He forces every inch of his cock into my pussy with one vicious thrust.

  I scream. Tears burn my eyes. “Daddy!”

  “Shh. I’m sorry, baby.”

  I’m torn between agony and pleasure, the sensations so intense I almost black out. I hold Daddy’s heaving abs, squeaking and moaning.

  His expression melts. He wipes my tears away. “You okay, baby?”

  “Yes,” I whimper. “Oh god—yes.”

  His cock taps my cervix. Gently. Then he pulls back and holds still. “Cum for me again. Let me feel that pussy go.”

  I stare into Daddy’s eyes and focus on the feeling of him inside me, his chest pressing against my breasts, his whole frame pushing on my bottom with his cock buried to the balls.

  I fall into a chasm. My body floats. I cum and gush on Daddy’s cock, clenching and moaning, too spent to scream.

  His cock sputters and his body clamps down. Spurts of scalding cum splash my walls as his cock empties deep in my pussy. I feel Daddy’s shudders, his face against my breasts, and not knowing what else to do, I put my hands in his hair.

  We moan together. Melt together.

  “Daddy?”

  He lifts his head and kisses my nipple. His cock still spasms inside me. “I love you, baby girl.”

  “I know, Daddy.”

  He pushes off and slowly lets my legs down. “Looks I won the game, Princess.”

  “You came inside me,” I gasp, my head hammering.

  Daddy pulls me off the desk. He rubs my sore pussy and runs his hands through my rumpled hair. “Yeah I did.”

  “I could get pregnant!”

  Growling, Daddy picks up my panties. He kneels and slips them on my feet and pulls them up snug over my pussy. He rubs my belly protectively and kisses my mouth hard. “You just had your period last weekend. It’s not likely.”

  “H-How do you know?”

  “A dad knows,” he whispers.

  My belly quivers and I lower my eyes. “I can still get pregnant—”

  “I’d love that.”

  Daddy squeezes my breasts and I open my mouth to receive another kiss. He carries me upstairs and sets me on his bed. Daddy tastes my pussy again, rubbing me tenderly.

  ◆◆◆

  Four days before Halloween, I bring my laptop to Daddy’s desk and show him the costume I want to order. I stopped trick-or-treating when I was fourteen. I started going to parties. This year, the Halloween bash is at my ex-boyfriend’s place. Must be eighteen to join.

  Daddy reads the costume name, “Sweet Angel.”

  “Yep.”

  The online photo shows a white robe with angel wings, and a halo for your head. Daddy shrugs and hands me his credit card. “Go ahead.”

  I stifle a smile and turn to leave. The costume I’m actually getting is called “Sexy Angel.” But Daddy doesn’t need to know that.

  “Katie,” he says. “Come back here.”

  Pouting, I stroll back.

  “Put that down.”

  When I place my laptop on Daddy’s desk, he slips his hand under the waistband of my panties. He rubs me until I’m shaking, feet spread. My face burns and my juices slick his fingers. I gasp when he thumbs my clit.

  “Stay out of trouble, Katie. I know how wild those parties can get.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He slides a finger into me. “Remember who owns this hole.”

  “I know, Dad. Quit playing around.”

  “I’m not playing,” he growls.

  “May I cum?”

  “You may.”

  Daddy’s finger moves faster, sliding between my slender folds. He strokes my front wall. My knees go soft and he holds me up as climax washes through me. I sigh, hands behind my back, chewing my lip.

  “Good girl.”

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  He sits me on his lap. Daddy lets me play with his cock for a while as he plants soft kisses on my neck.

  ◆◆◆

  It’s Halloween night. I have everything prepared. Daddy hands me his car keys and tells me to drive safe. I park down the street before I change into my real costume. A corset, a short white skirt, fishnet stockings, and high-heeled leather boots. Angel wings of course. Sexy Angel. The costume isn’t that comfortable but I can wear anything for one night. I fluff out my long hair and check my makeup in the mirror. Perfect.

  I’m not expecting trouble. Just a reminder to my ex what he lost.

  I get to the house and meet my best friend Janet. Some guys are playing beer pong in a back room, but I’m a good girl and I don’t drink. We hang out and chat. The music booms in my ears. By nine, the party’s getting rowdier. Lots of people wearing masks.

  My ex Kenneth finds me with Janet and she shoots me a grin.

  “Have fun you guys.”

  Kenneth gets me alone in the corner and he’s glaring at me. No hello, no you’re looking pretty tonight, Katie. I put a hand on my hip and glare back.

  “You did it,” he says.

  “Huh?”

  He steps closer. “Somebody popped your cherry. I can tell.”

  I frown and edge back. “None of your business.”

  “I thought you were saving it for me.”

  “We broke up!”

  “Cause you wouldn’t put out, Kate.”

  I scoff and roll my eyes. He hasn’t changed. Ken’s cute but always so sloppy. Even his costume, Count Dracula, looks tacky. He looks like he should be on a cereal box.

  “I told you before, I’m saving myself for someone special.” I catch my words too late.

  He snorts. “So who’s the special guy?”

  “None of your business,” I mutter.

  He grabs my wrist. “Tell me now or—”

  Kenneth staggers. Someone’s shoved him. Not someone. A big guy in a devil costume complete with red mask. The guy faces Kenneth down. My ex crawls up, eyes flashing. The crowd around us parts. Kenneth looks from me to the devil and he waves his hand. “Not worth it.”

  The party resumes.

  I’m about to thank my prince, even if he’s not dressed like one, when he pulls me aside.

  I smell Daddy’s cologne. My stomach sinks.

  “Dad?” I whisper.

  He leans into my ear. “Come with me.”

  Daddy pulls me upstairs to a bathroom. We pass more than a few couples sneaking off somewhere. But Daddy isn’t sneaking. He hauls me in and locks the door. He takes his mask off.

  “How did you get here?” I say.

  “We have two cars, Katie.”

  “You followed me?”

  He nods. “I protect what’s mine.”

  “What’s yours? Daddy I'm not a thing. I'm your daughter."

  “That boy was up to no good.”

  I slap him. Daddy doesn’t flinch. He pins me against the counter and I struggle and I nearly scream. I scratch at his face. Daddy grabs my hands and pulls them behind me.

  My heart hammers. Heat flushes my face. Outside the door, I hear laughter that fades.

  I realize I’ve slipped my hands around Daddy’s waist. I realize I’m sitting on the sink, thighs open, and Daddy’s standing between them.

  “I’m here to protect you, Princess.” He looks me over. “What happened to Sweet Angel?”

  “She died,” I snap.

  “I always liked naughty better.”

  “Yeah well, it’s Sexy Angel.”

  Daddy touches my hair and smirks, all smooth and seductive.
“I know.”

  “Stop talking like that!”

  “Like what?”

  “Like you’re my boyfriend or something. You’re not!”

  His hand glides up my stockinged thigh, under the skirt, and he brushes against my panties. I shudder, my body trembling, and I grip his waist tighter.

  “You want your daddy, little girl?”

  I bite my lip as he massages my folds.

  “You want Daddy’s cock in this tight cunt?”

  He pushes into me and I grimace. I feel a trickling sensation deep in my pussy.

  “Yes,” I murmur.

  “You want me to bend you over and fuck your pink holes? Your pussy. Your asshole. Daddy hasn’t claimed that. It’s time he did. It’s time he marked you forever so every sonofabitch knows to stay away from my little girl.”

  “Oh god.”

  I feel him push my panties aside. His fingers slide over my moist slit. “Naughty little angel needs her daddy’s hard cock. Doesn’t she?”

  “Y-Yes.”

  “Get down. I want to teach you something first. It’s time you learned how.”

  I squat and hold my knees. He opens his belt and zipper, pulls out his hard cock. A milky pearl drips off in a silken strand that falls on my arm. He smears his cock along my cheek in a trail of wet fire. I close my eyes and whimper.

  “Put your mouth on it,” he says, tipping my chin up. “Suck Daddy’s cock.”

  I grip him with both hands and open my lips. Daddy eases his girth over my tongue. Salty. Musty.

  Daddy.

  He slathers my tongue with his taste.

  My lips cling to his shaft. I move my hands up and down as Daddy thrusts gently. He’s holding back. I feel the tremors in his body as Daddy lets me explore his need. My tongue runs along the groove of his tip, savoring how smooth it feels. How warm.

  “Good girl.”

  I close my eyes and take him deeper. Saliva leaks down my chin. Daddy’s cock bumps into my throat and I gag a little.

  Daddy grunts. His cock twitches.

  “Stop.”

  I freeze.

  He withdraws and pulls me to my feet. “Enough of that.”

  “Daddy?”

  He turns me around and crushes my body against the counter as he gropes my breasts. In the mirror I watch myself writhing and panting as Daddy’s hands sweep down the swell of my hips. He pulls my skirt up. Bends me over the sink.

  His hand whips my bottom, jiggling my flesh. Thwack. Thwack. Daddy pulls my panties over one cheek, exposing my intimate gap.

  I moan as he wets his cock with my own arousal.

  Daddy’s hand latches on my ass and he pulls apart my buttocks. My body goes rigid. I look in the mirror to see me flattened over the sink. Daddy stands behind me, scowling, hands on my rear, and I can’t see his cock but I feel it touch my anus.

  My eyes fly wide.

  He pushes into my puckered hole, his cock greased by my pussy juice, and heat rushes over my skin as Daddy sinks deeper, trailing fire in my throbbing walls. Inch by inch he enters my rear. His fingers dig into my soft flesh, rolling and squeezing.

  I cry out when he thrusts in to the base.

  Daddy grits his teeth. “What a tight little asshole.”

  I buck back, clenching my bottom, and Daddy slams me with brutal thrusts. He pulls me up by the neck, strangling me in his lust. His cock pumps between my cheeks. Under my skirt, his other hand fondles my swollen clit, so tender the lightest touch makes me squeal. Daddy switches between gentle rubbing and hard flicks that makes my pussy ache.

  “Cum for me,” he commands.

  I gasp and clench and push back, and my whole body trembles. The orgasm burns through me. Daddy’s cock jerks in my asshole and splatters me with cum. He sets me down on the sink and nibbles my earlobe, bites my neck.

  His cock slips out. He lets my skirt down.

  Daddy gets a box of tissues and wipes the sweat from my forehead. He’s gentle again.

  I feel cum dripping down my thigh. “Down there too,” I gasp.

  “No. You leave my seed on your skin until we get home. Then I’ll fuck you proper.”

  My face blazes. “Proper?”

  He pats my drenched pussy. “Here.”

  I nod in silence, ashamed and wanting more. Daddy smooths down my costume before he leads me out. As we walk down the staircase, still jammed with laughing people holding cups of booze, I spot my ex in the living room. Kenneth sees Daddy in front, now unmasked, and he rushes away.

  So much for him.

  Janet spots me from the living room. She saunters over and gapes when she recognizes Daddy.

  “Mr. Vaughn?”

  “I’m not here to bust your social. I’m taking Katie home.”

  “Oh,” she breathes.

  Janet gives me a baffled look. I roll my eyes, pulled along as Daddy leads me out.

  In the car, I’m silent, driving close behind Daddy.

  In the garage, my breathing quickens as he holds the door for me.

  In the bedroom, I’m flustered and boiling as I sit at the foot of the bed. Daddy towers over me. His cock is hard, his face stern.

  “Take off your clothes,” he says. “Everything.”

  I do as I’m told, stripping off the costume under Daddy’s watchful eye. My breasts feel heavy and my belly tumbles. Moisture slicks my thighs.

  Only the stockings remain.

  “Stop.”

  I look up and frown.

  Daddy kneels. He rolls the stockings off. One leg than the other. He nudges my legs apart and kisses up the skin of my inner thigh. Pushing me down, he works to my pussy and drags his tongue up my folds. Down again. My skin tingles. Up again. He flicks my clit with his tongue.

  I grasp through his hair and throw my head back.

  Daddy teases out my wetness. He makes me burn down there. Bit by bit, I feel his tongue slide its way over my navel to my breasts to the dip between my collarbones. He slaps my breasts twice.

  “Ow!”

  “Hush.”

  I press my lips together.

  Daddy holds my thigh as he slides his cock into me.

  I arch. My folds give way to his head that stretches me open. I feel a pinch of pain as my walls resist his push. Daddy kisses my throat, molding my breasts with his other hand. I melt and moan, opening my legs wider. I loop my arms around his neck.

  Daddy sinks deep in one forceful thrust. His sac touches my freshly-fucked anus.

  I cry out, wrap my legs around him.

  “I love you, Princess,” he mutters in my ear, rutting into my pussy. His words are breathy. “I always have.”

  I moan, twisting as much his hold will allow. Chills stroke my spine. His tone jolts my heart. A blend of the kind voice I knew growing up, and the angry rasp he showed me last week, when he took my virginity.

  “Just fuck me,” I say. “Daddy.”

  He rolls his hips punching his cock deep with each thrust. “Baby girl.”

  I clutch his shoulders as he speeds up. His cock thrusts in and out, filling the room with squelches. Our bodies clap together as Daddy fucks me into the sheets, up the bed. He grabs the globes of my ass as he ruts into my pussy. The tug of an orgasm builds in my lower belly.

  The mattress starts to creak.

  He pulls me into him and drives his hips. I open my eyes to see the scrunch in his face, Daddy’s pleasure as he takes his little girl hard on her back. My body churns. His cock slams deep. I scream as the tight heat of my walls convulse around his cock.

  Daddy senses I’m close and fills me with hard thrusts, each blasting a burst of pleasure deep inside. I arch and take all of him, his sac warm against my asshole. Daddy moves his hips in a circle. I scream again. My walls pulse and I spill over, clawing at his back.

  Daddy grimaces. He starts to pull out, to slide back.

  “No,” I gasp. “Don’t.”

  “You’ll get pregnant,” he grits out painfully. “I thought you didn’t—”


  “I want to feel you. Cum for me, Dad. Show me you love me.”

  He growls and swings hard. His cock plunges deep. I throw my head back and tears roll down my cheeks. My orgasm swells higher and I tighten, choking his cock. Daddy rides my pleasure to his own climax. His body shudders. His cock jumps between my walls.

  My legs thrash as Daddy lets loose. Ropes of cum splash my walls and soak into my womb.

  I drift in a warm haze.

  Daddy grinds in my pussy until his cock empties. He thrusts a few more times, sloshing in our cum. His hands grip my breasts as I tuck my knees up, squeezing his ribs.

  “Baby girl,” he grunts. “Let go.”

  I lower my legs.

  He pulls out at last, resting over me, both of us too sensitive. A minute passes. Then another. Daddy lies on top of me, his cock on my thigh. Not soft. Not hard. We’re lathered in sweat.

  Daddy kisses me and our tongues tangle in heat. We want more even if our bodies don’t. After a while, my pussy settles and his cock hardens. He gropes my breasts again.

  I wince as he slides his cock into my aching pussy.

  “Daddy,” I gasp.

  “Let me in, baby.”

  It’s unbearable. I toss my head from side to side as my walls quake. His cock eases in to the base and we’re joined again in agony. In pleasure.

  He keeps himself inside me for a long time. I lie there with my legs apart and Daddy on top. We rest like this. I breathe in his scent as Daddy nuzzles my hair. Then the vein on Daddy’s forehead pops out once more. His body tenses, and my walls clench him. He cums again deep in my pussy.

  Daddy rolls off and pulls me into his arms. “Happy Halloween, baby girl.”

  As his cum seeps out of me, I lay my head on his chest. “Thanks for the treat, Dad.”

  He kisses my belly. “Anything my princess wants.”

  When I wake up the next morning, Daddy brings me breakfast in bed. A slice of candy corn pecan pie. My favorite. He hasn’t made that since I stopped trick-or-treating. I smile and pull a sheet around my breasts but Daddy pulls it away.

  “I want to see you,” he says.

  Daddy watches I blush and eat in tiny bites. He strokes my hair. His cock is hard and inches away.

  “You got up early?” I ask, smiling.

  “Baking takes time.”

  I tap Daddy’s cock with the back of my fork. “I bet it does.”