Daddies And Their Naughty Angel
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!”
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