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All he’s ever wanted was a daughter. A feminine treasure he could dote on as freely as he pleased without fear she’d turn soft — and not some gold-digging vixen who could leave him at any time while demanding to take half his shit. To him, a daughter is a precious, indebted beauty who’d be his forever.
Nothing is forever, loss is inevitable, and rejection is definitely fucking personal. Feelings are best left locked away and buried somewhere safe if one wants to avoid them being hurt.
It feels like someone just punched me in the taco with a “wake-up” whammy stick,
I was instantly hard, and the swelling didn’t ease one iota upon receiving the devastating news that she’s daddy’s little angel.
She’s gorgeous, and forbidden, and I want to hate-fuck her so badly my erection is throbbing with an anger that demands rough handling. My dick’s fallen for my teenage stepsister. Well, isn’t that just fucking inconvenient? There’s no way it’s a good thing.
There’s a reason I’ve been keeping it secret — I know what I’m doing is naughty. How do I admit that I like that too? That being naughty is fun, and that having a secret makes the tingling feelings I get even more exciting.
“I guess we wouldn’t want Daddy finding out his sweet little princess has been naughty, would we?” Something about his tone sends a thrill through my core and a chill down my spine. I slowly turn to face him.
“I was fucking talking about me,” he growls before pinching the bridge of his nose. “You… you’ve made me jealous of a fucking baby.”
“From now on, you feed my brother with a bottle.” His no-is-not-an-option tone reverberates through me in a way that leaves my panties soaking. My heart is pounding, and my voice is almost a whisper. “Why?” “Because you’re a good fucking girl, and I’m not going to fight a fucking baby for you, Daisy.”
The way she twists beneath me, her little body so responsive and needy with the pleasure the milking brings her. She loves it. And I’m going to find out how much. I’m crossing the line.
I’m tired of being some life-sized doll the grownups dress up and push around, and I want Cyrus to destroy me with his monster dick so I don’t have to deal with it anymore. I want my body to feel like my mind — worn out and too scared to move in case it hurts.
“With you, I’ll be abiding by a ‘you break it, you bought it’ policy, Daisy. If I fuck you, you’re mine — and I take very good care of my possessions.”
Cyrus sees me as a person. As a woman. And he’s good with babies. Watching him with Titus makes me want to spread my legs and beg him to fuck me until I’m pregnant.
Powerful suction. Hot mouth. Rough whiskers. Hard body. So wet. Big cock stretching me… I can’t stop riding it. My breasts feel utter relief to finally be milked, but Cyrus makes the process such a turn-on that the joy of that relief is quickly escalated to pure pleasure. Having his cock fill me while he’s milking me makes me feel so full and whole.
I’m not much of a smiler. Outwardly. Inwardly…? Daisy definitely makes my insides smile. She lights me up inside in ways I don’t even understand, but I bet she’d understand it.
He’s smiling as he leaves with his new purchase while I’m left with weak knees and the baby. It’s becoming very clear to me that I might be missing out on a lot more than I thought by having a baby around all the time. As sexy as Cyrus looks when he’s in Daddy mode and taking care of Titus, I’m pretty sure I’d rather have all of his attention on me.
I’m on display, and I can see in his eyes how much Cy loves it — which means I love it too. Anything that makes this man sparkle and moan is definitely my cup of tea.
I groan into her warmth as her arms slot around me in a subtle yet secure embrace, and her fingers run along my shoulder until she’s smoothing circles on my back. My insides want to melt through the floor, and I can’t help nuzzling in, even though I know she’s going to turn me soft and fucking ruin me. I can’t stop myself. I love her. I fucking love her.
I look hot. The black satin and lace number clings to me in a sensual, sculpted way and thrusts my bare tits into a starring role while somehow making me look powerful. I’d fuck me. I think I’d suck my own tits too…
“Yes, Sir.” Oh! There she goes again. That title, that tone… the wicked little smile when she says it. She knows what it’s doing to me. She’s showing me what she wants, but I’m going to make her clarify. “You’re dressed like this and asking me for a job because you want to leave this house and these people to come home with me to do… anything I want you to do?” “Yes, Sir. Exactly that.” Direct. Firm. Zero doubt. The set of her gorgeous face matches her words. Utter determination. She might as well seize my balls and twist them. Choking back a moan, I lock the door.
He knows what I want, and he’s going to make sure I get it. A thrill runs through me that he’s taking this firm stance on my behalf. I’m his damsel in distress and he’s my champion. He’s in protection mode now. Daddy mode.
“Cruel to yourself,” she growls at me, tightening her fingers in my hair. “You’re depriving yourself as well as depriving me.”
“I don’t want to be rid of you. I want you to keep taking care of me, and I want to take care of you. I love you too, Daddy.”
Survival mode is a strange thing, and can be hard to recognize when you’re in it, I think.
I’ve set her free, given her all she could need to run, but she’s chosen to stay with me. She loves the way I take care of her, and as her hands begin to run through my hair as I suckle at her breast, I melt into her touch. I love the way she takes care of me too.
It’s always so foreign that it leaves me uncomfortably short of breath. She throws light on something inside me that I refused to admit was still there until she nurtured that little spark of hope. She gets me undeniably lit up inside in a way that leaves me glowing. I love her. I love her so fucking much.
“Love me forever?” I suggest as I rest against his neck listening to the strong pounding of his pulse. “I’m pretty sure I couldn’t stop myself from doing that if I tried. If you’re sure that’s what you want, Daisy… it’s yours. I’m yours.” I run my hands over his hair and keep hugging him tight. “Good boy.”
