FAZER LOGINANGEL“I’ll be right back, Angel,” Daddy jolted suddenly, he stood at full height. My heart clenched with hurt, my fingers fisting the sheets. “Daddy?” He wasn’t looking at me, my cheeks felt cold. I was already missing his touch. “Be good when Jillian comes back!”Confusion stitched my brows together. His expression was harsher now, his features set in a hard mask. His voice was nothing short of a command. A lump gathered in my throat, I wanted to tell him not to go, disappointment rained down on me like ice when Daddy turned. What should I do?Should I cry?If I screamed now in pain, would he stay? Would he gather me back in his arms?“Daddy? It still hurts” I whimpered, he didn’t turn around. Please, look at me, please!“I’ll send some pain killers,” His voice was still grim. Daddy’s avoidance filled me with shame, as if I’d done something wrong. Craved for something that wasn’t mine. Like I wasn’t worthy of his lips.Then, he was leaving. Martha entered the room, bowing s
ANGEL Daddy still looked indifferent, his demeanour was still calm as usual. Was he aware that he was gaining an erection? Was he responding to my slight “Mistake” of a touch? His eyes roamed my body freely now, “You don’t seem to be bleeding, I’ll take you upstairs first so you can rest on your bed until the doctor arrives,” Was it my ears or did his voice sound strained now? Could he see my nipples peeking through the dress material? Next thing I knew, one of Daddy’s hands braced under my thighs, the other locking around my back. Every inch of him was hard, his chest a wall of muscle, his biceps flexing as he lifted me effortlessly, the imprint of his cock pressing against my hip through his sweats. My clit did a happy jump and leaked out a tear, I barely swallowed back a moan. This was the closest I’d ever been to Daddy’s cóck and mini Daddy and I were already getting along just fine. But everything couldn’t just go smoothly because the universe apparently hated me. T
ANGEL“I s-swear, Mr Vale, she just climbed upstairs to bring you coffee, how did this happen?!” Mrs Martha’s hysterical cry broke through the air. “I’ll dial the doctor right away!” I couldn’t focus on her words or the sounds of her hurried footsteps. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. Just him. “Angel!” Daddy called again, but I still didn’t open my eyes. I wanted to hear his voice just a little more.“Baby girl, look at me,” The deep gravel was making my eardrums tingle, I could have sworn I had an eargasm when he cursed, “Fúck, Fúck! Fùck!”His rough arms were caged around me, his scent enclosed me, I felt safe, I felt wet, I felt all my earlier anger melt away like warm chocolate. This was it. Keep worrying about me like this, forever, Daddy. Keep holding me, never let me go.Mrs Martha’s voice broke my temporary moment of peace. “Sir, I’ve just called Garett, he mentioned stepping out for a bit, he won’t be back in t-time…”“Dàmm it, just now of all times!” Daddy swore ag
ANGEL I probably should leave, but when have I ever left before? I might be a masochist because I love to torture myself like this, watching something I could never have. This wasn’t the first time I had secretly monitored Daddy in sexual situations, it was exactly like this that I knew how huge daddy’s cóck was, and how beautifully moulded, crafted it was for a woman’s pleasure. Jillian’s tongue trailed those hot veins, she smooched on it, leaving wet trails on it. Daddy let out a pleasured grunt, his head thrown back, his fist tightened on Jillian’s hair. And those hot veins on his tattooed forearm flexed. “No teasing,” He murmured, his deep voice, smooth like undiluted whiskey jolted straight to my own pússy. My clít was already sore from the aftermath of yesterday’s climax, but right now, I could feel myself getting wet again. My nipplés felt strained through my clothes, my bréasts growing heavier. I wanted to swallow Daddy’s cóck too. If it were me kneeling befor
ANGELI stared at my reflection in the steam-blurred mirror of my bathroom and barely recognized myself. My wavy golden hair was damp and clinging to my skin, my usually tanned skin looked ghostly, as if a demon had drained all the blood from me overnight. My baby blue eyes, which used to get complimented all the time, stared back at me; they looked haunted, corrupted, and covered in faint traces of dark circles. The flushed raw skin of my behind was all evidence that it had been real. The soreness didn’t allow me to pretend that it hadn’t happened. Last night I’d done something I regretted, thinking about it now made me feel dirty, filthy and carnal in a way not even spending thirty minutes in the hot shower had been able to wash away. I was absolutely disgusted with myself. I still couldn’t grasp my mind around it, why did my body react that way when Uncle had spanked me? His firm grip around my nape as he punished me against the walls of my bedroom had gotten me so soake
ANGELHe was a lunatic, what was I expecting him to even say? His words made my chest palpitate, but no longer with fear. I was angry at myself that for a second, I'd nearly believed him.To think that I’d been terrified and something real might be going on with daddy’s underworld organization. . . But he was the one I needed protection from?Laughable.It was actually.His crude words gave me an opening. If he thought he could shame me, I might as well return the favour. “You want to fuck me? I’m your friend’s daughter!” My lips curled in exaggerated disgust, “You are nearly twice my age, how could you not feel any shame when you’re old enough to even be my father?” I was eighteen, and both daddy and Daniel were in their mid-thirties. Daddy was thirty-six and Daniel thirty-five. I tilted my chin and his lips twitched with something resembling a smirk. A look that made him look cruel and at the same time primal. I attacked again, taking a brave step towards him, until my bréasts j







