Daddy's Little Angel
I knew his eyes were on me, burning through me and I couldn’t look back at him—I just couldn’t.
My thoughts were still filled with yesterday’s wet dream, and I couldn’t shake them off. It was making every second around him unbearable—his touch, his presence, his scent. It was tearing me apart from the inside. The obsession inside me screamed for release, screaming for me to close the gap, to kiss him, to let him know what he truly meant to me—no matter the cost. I wanted him to know that I felt the same way he felt for me, not only a small, harmless crush but something far more consuming, a dark obsession to be claimed, to be ruined by him again and again, for surrendering my virginity to be