Daddy's Little Angel
It was so maddening that every time I slept, I could only think of her face, beneath me.
Quietly, I slipped out of bed and walked to the table. Pouring myself a glass of bourbon, I leaned back, letting the burn settle in my throat. I hadn’t truly smiled since the day I lost my father. He wasn't a good father but he taught me how to fight back, never bow down to others.
I made my way back to my angel, who was rubbing her eyes with her little soft fingers. Her gaze met mine for a second before she turned her gaze away avoiding my eyes. She saw me naked and my cock throbbed hard. A small chuckle escaped me.