Todos os capítulos de Yes, Alpha Daddy: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

VIOLET POVI wake to an empty bed, but it smells of him, all woody and dark and musky. I pull the covers to my nose and breathe him in, and there’s a thrill all the way to my toes. Daddy. Daddy Spencer. And he loves me.I can still feel his hands on me, and his mouth, the way it felt so good. The way he made it feel. He makes everything feel good. “Wake up, sleepyhead! Breakfast’s up!” His voice is so loud from downstairs. It makes me smile, and I can’t move fast enough, jumping out of bed and throwing on my dressing gown. I laugh to myself as I realise I’ve still got silly socks on. Toasty feet. He’s dressed for work as I join him at the table, and he’s smiling his serious smile again, looking so dapper and fine with his hair so slick. “Bacon and eggs. Yummy.” I take my knife and fork, and his eyes burn my cheeks. “You look cute,” he says. “Like a dishevelled little elf.” I brush my hair down with my fingers. “You look like a Rolex advert.”

SPENCER POVShe’s thinking about it, the Daddy play. I can see it all over her face. I can feel it in her wispy little breaths, her eyes staring at me as I make fast work of the drive home.She’s thinking about it and she likes it.I imagine her horny little clit. Imagine her damp white knickers. Imagine the way she’s clenching her thighs under the lunchbox in her lap. “I’m going to shave you,” I tell her.“Okay,” she says without hesitation, as though I’ve told her we’re having chicken for dinner. But I want more than that. My cock is craving a reaction, my cock is craving her. Craving the guilty devilment in her eyes when she knows she’s my horny little girl. “I’m going to shave your pretty little cunt, Violet, and then I’m going to suck on that smooth little mound until you come for your daddy like a good girl.”Her mouth drops open, her cheeks bloom red, and it makes me so fucking hard. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? Tell Daddy that’s what you want.” Her voice is

SPENCER POVI watch her as I cook up our pasta, chopping tomatoes as she pretends to ponder over an assignment. She’s not thinking about her college work, not even close. Her eyes flick in my direction every time she thinks I’m occupied, and her cheeks are still pretty pink, flushed with that beautiful post-orgasmic glow every man likes to see after he’s been eating pussy. She’s barely dressed, and I wonder if her camisole, knickers and socks combination is deliberate. She couldn’t look like an innocent little girl if she tried. It shouldn’t feel as good as it does, this thing we’ve got. It shouldn’t feel as though my life meant nothing before she was here, but it does. “What is it?” she asks, and she’s smiling.“Sorry?” She laughs, and it’s intoxicating. “You’re staring so hard it burns. Have I done something?” “You’ve done plenty, young lady,” I tell her in my stern voice. “I have?” “Oh yes.” I continue chopping, then put the tomatoes in the pan b

VIOLET POVHe towels me dry and helps me into my knickers and nightdress. My socks, too. He gets me a glass of warm milk and takes me through to the sitting room, pats his knee as he lowers himself into an armchair, and I join him, my ass pressing into his lap as his arms wrap me up and hold me tight. His lips press to my shoulder. “You smell so clean, Violet. Sweet, like cherries.”He breathes in my damp hair and I still can’t believe this is real. I can’t believe that someone really loves me like this. He takes a brush from the side table and its bristles feel so nice against my scalp as he works it through my hair. He’s gentle, but firm, long smooth strokes to my shoulder blades, pulling loose any knots with short, sharp tugs. He’s done this before. I’m surprised when he splits my hair into three, his fingers so quick at plaiting the length. I hear the twang of a hairband from his wrist and he ties the end.“Wavy curls in the morning,” he tells me. “Like an angel.”

SPENCER POVShe’s nervous. I can feel it, her fingers squeezing mine so tightly as I lead her upstairs. I’d planned to take her in my room, in my big bed like a big girl, but the temptation to take her innocence in pretty pink sheets is too much to bear. She takes a breath as she steps through the doorway, and her smile is so bright, trying too hard to be confident. Her raspy breath gives her away. I close the door behind us and my beautiful girl faces me as I flick on the lamp. Her hands are clasped in front of her, so unsure. I shrug off my jacket and hang it on the back of the door. I loosen my tie slowly, and unbutton my shirt as she stares at me with wide eyes.“Undress for Daddy,” I tell her, and her nervous fingers are a joy to watch. They dither as they pull her top over her head, fumble as they pop the button on her jeans and ease down the zipper. She wriggles out of them and stands before me in just her underwear. Her bra is so understated, only the tiniest frill of lace