He makes love to me as his cock slides in and out, dragging on my walls and plunging deep in rhythmic thrusts that squish and slosh. I tuck my knees up and hold his waist as Daddy stares into my eyes. His breathing quickens. His cock starts to twitch. I feel every inch of his cock when he pushes deep and holds himself inside.

  “Cum for me,” he whispers, rolling his hips in a circle.

  I gasp and erupt on his cock. Daddy closes his eyes as my walls clench him. Moments later, his cock pumps cum deep into my pussy. He kisses my breasts and slides out.

  “Good girl.”

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  ◆◆◆

  The next morning, when I open my eyes, Daddy’s sitting at the foot of the bed. He has my right foot on his lap and massages my calf. It’s bliss. I feel the wetness between my thighs and yawn. I dreamed about him. A wild dream. He had me bent under him on all fours, pounding furiously, pulling my hair, slapping my rear. My pussy pulses at the fading image.

  “Morning, Harper,” Daddy says.

  I yawn. “Morning, Jack.”

  When I reach for my phone on the nightstand it’s not there. I remember I’m home. I remember I took nothing with me. Pouting, I sit up and admire his muscled body and stretch. The hunger in Daddy’s eyes grows.

  He sets down my foot and crawls up the bed. “I need you, baby.”

  I roll my eyes. “I’m sore, Daddy.”

  Growling, he strokes my hair. His cock is hard and feels heavy and hot on my belly. “Not everywhere.”

  “Wh-What?”

  “I’ve been thinking about you all night, baby girl. I couldn’t sleep.”

  I gape at him. There are dark circles under his eyes. With his morning stubble and unkempt hair, it adds to his sexy, wild look. But my stomach flutters at the thought of what he wants. My anus tightens when he runs his hand over my hipbone. I remember the dream again and my face heats. It’s so dirty and wrong, even more than what we’ve already done, but the more I think about what he wants, what he demands, the more my pussy moistens.

  Daddy runs a finger from the dip of my collarbones down between my breasts to my glistening clit. He pinches me. “Get on your stomach, baby. I’m taking what’s mine.”

  Just to tease him, I sit up and scoot away. “And what if I don’t?”

  Daddy smiles with his eyes. His lips snarl as he squeezes my breast. “I’ll spank that ass red. I’ll lick that little pussy until you beg for my cock. Don’t test me, little girl.”

  A jolt shoots up my spine, and I clench. Moisture slicks my folds.

  Daddy strokes his cock slowly, greasing himself with the clear fluid that leaks out of his tip.

  I roll on my tummy and grasp the sheets, spreading my feet. Grunting, Daddy gets on top of me. He kisses my shoulder. His finger slides into the cleft of my ass, and I shiver as he presses into my tight asshole. A tiny whine leaves my throat.

  “Open your ass for me,” Daddy says. “Relax.”

  “I’m trying.” Blood rushes in my ears and my heart hammers.

  Daddy pulls my cheeks apart and his cock head nudges the tight ring of my anus. I gasp. With one hand he holds me down, and with the other he palms my ass, kneading my soft flesh. I feel the heat in his cock when I squeeze my buttocks around his cock head. Daddy jiggles my right cheek with a harsh slap.

  Biting my lip, I tense every muscle.

  Daddy squeezes his cock through my sphincter and I yelp. It hurts.

  “Be a good girl,” he says as his cock strains deeper. Each push adds to the pressure that stretches out my asshole. “Let me inside you.”

  Whimpering, I try to relax, but I can’t—his big cock fills me up, and every time he pushes, I clench making Daddy groan. He doesn’t stop and I can feel his cock dragging on my walls as he thrusts harder. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, Daddy curls two fingers in my pussy and I scream.

  A small orgasm wrings my body, short of full release. Sharp pleasure slices my core. Daddy grunts, stroking my tender pussy as his cocks sinks in to the base.

  When I feel his balls on that delicate inch of skin between my anus and pussy, I know he’s filled me up. He strokes my hair and waits for a while, letting me adjust.

  “Good girl,” Daddy says.

  I moan, my legs stretched wide and my feet kick up. Daddy swings his hips and pounds my tight asshole, his hand never leaves my pussy, rubbing my soaked folds as he ruts into my ass. Each thrust ignites new sensations. Fast, deep thrusts that hit fresh nerves. The burn is delicious, aching and heavy. His huge cock scorches me with each swing of his hips.

  I cry out as my body jerks back and forth to the rhythm of his lust. “Oh god!”

  Daddy rasps in my ear. “Such a tight little asshole. Fuck, baby girl. You want more?”

  “Yes,” I scream.

  “Beg for it.”

  “Fuck my ass harder, Daddy!”

  He drags back and slams deep. I scream again. His cock punches in and out between my cheeks, faster and faster. The room fills with the sound of fleshy claps, with my moans and cries. My desire swells as agony and pleasure crash down in waves. My clit itches. My womb flutters.

  “My pussy,” I gasp. “Fuck my pussy. Please.”

  “Not sore anymore?”

  “No!”

  “What my little girl wants she gets.”

  Daddy pulls out leaving me writhing and breathless. He slaps my ass once. “Get up. Ride my cock.”

  When Daddy lies down on his back I straddle him greedily and take his cock into my dripping slit. Daddy holds my hips as I bounce on his cock. His eyes are glued to my chest. I can tell he loves the way my breasts jiggle, even as he tries to hide his pleasure, and it fills me with girlish glee. At Fantasia, my chest was the smallest. With Daddy, it doesn’t matter.

  “My eyes are up here,” I say.

  Daddy raises his gaze and grabs my breasts. “I love your tits, baby girl.”

  I turn my hips from side to side, clenching his cock, my body flushed hot. My hands push up his flexing abs. “What a sweet compliment, Dad.”

  “Less talking,” he growls, rubbing his hands all over my stomach and the slope of my sides. His finally settle on my clit, rubbing and pinching. “I want to cum in your pussy.”

  Leaning forward, my walls grip his cock as I roll my hips, turning sinuously and clenching him hard. Daddy makes a gurgling sound as he cums. His cock sputters and floods me with hot cum.

  Moving faster, I ride out Daddy’s climax, milking him for every drop as he shakes between my thighs. I’m so close.

  The mattress creaks as Daddy roars. His cock stays hard. His face scrunches with agony, and he thrums my clit until I scream and erupt over his cock. A sharp slap lands on my ass. Daddy’s eyes bulge and his neck cords. My juices drench him.

  I slump and melt against his body, breathing in Daddy’s scent and feeling the powerful thuds of his heartbeats.

  He lets out a long breath.

  Pushing off, I stroke his cock glistening with my cream and his cum. Daddy grits his jaw. Grabbing me in his arms, he kisses me furiously. Our bodies tangle in a heap.

  “Every morning,” Daddy says. “Every morning I’m taking that sweet pussy. And I’ll fuck your ass when you’re sore, baby.”

  I purr against his chest.

  ◆◆◆

  It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m sitting in Daddy’s lap on the sofa. All I’ve got on is a pink skirt that I haven’t worn in years. It still fits me, and it drives him crazy. We’re watching a movie. Trying to anyway. He keeps one hand under my skirt fondling my smooth pussy. I’m not wearing panties. Daddy forbids it. Every few minutes he squeezes my breasts or kisses a hard nipple. My hair’s draped around my neck in a tangled mess.

  My pussy is very wet.

  The phone rings.

  Daddy hisses. “Damn it.”

  “I’ll get it,” I say, hopping off his lap.

  Daddy’s fingers are coated with my juices. He’s not even watching the TV anymore. “Hurry up,” he says. He pulls out his hard cock and strokes.

  I blow him a kiss and walk away, swaying my hips. It drives him wild.

  In the kitchen, I get the call and my blood freezes. The voice on the other end, liquid smooth, is unmistakable. It’s Buzzcut, the owner of Fantasia.

  “Hey, Harps.”

  My pulse rockets. “Buzzie?”

  Buzzcut, real name Cornelius Buck and Buzzcut to the girls at Fantasia, sounds relaxed. Only I ever called him Buzzie, and only he ever called me Harps.

  “I missed you on stage. Angie told me some handsome devil dropped by Friday and you left with him. But that can’t be right.” There’s a pause that makes me shudder. “Because you belong to me.”

  “My dad picked me up,” I say, my voice tiny.

  “Well, that’s real sweet. When’re you coming back? I can’t let my best dancer leave.”

  “I’m not. I quit.”

  I can almost see his wicked, gorgeous smile. “Fine.” I’m surprised how easy he sounds. “But you left your phone here. Your purse. Come pick it up. Or I’ll have to deliver it. To your dad’s place. In person.”

  “You wouldn’t!”

  “I would do anything. You know that. Stop by in the dressing rooms. I’ll be waiting.” The call ends.

  I hear a footstep behind me and spin to see Daddy.

  “Who’s that?”

  “Marketer.”

  Daddy frowns. “You’re lying.”

  I shove past him, fuming, my mind racing.

  “Harper!” Daddy says. “Stop right there.”

  I turn around and chew my lower lip. Daddy steps into me and slides his hand up my thigh. He pins me against the fridge. Under my skirt, he finds my pussy and rubs. A finger splits my folds. His thumb circles my clit. I whimper.

  “Tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

  “It—It’s nothing.”

  He kisses my throat and pushes another finger into me. “You’re hiding something.”

  “Let me borrow your car,” I gasp.

  His fingers curl to stroke my front wall, massaging my spot. My knees wobble and I turn my head aside as he kisses down my neck.

  “Why?”

  “I left my purse at Fantasia. All my stuff in it.” I moan. “Please, Daddy. I’m serious.”

  He studies me as he fondles my pussy. “Okay. But I’m coming with.”

  “That’s really not—”

  He shoves a third finger into my pussy and flicks my clit. I gasp. The orgasm that’d been simmering all afternoon surges.

  “It’s not up for discussion,” Daddy says. “You’re gonna cum for me, then get dressed, and we’ll go out there together. I’m not letting you walk into that den by yourself.” His fingers push into my spot as my juices drip out. “I told you, baby girl. I’ll do anything to protect you.”

  I give in and cum on his hand.

  ◆◆◆

  We park in the deserted back lot. It’s late, but the bouncer recognizes me and waves me in without a word. Fantasia is closed on Sunday nights, except for private shows. Daddy starts to get out but I grab his shoulder.

  “It’ll be easier if it’s just me.”

  He frowns. “Fine. Get your purse and come right out. Five minutes. Then I’m going in after you.”

  His fierce protectiveness makes me nervous and warm. “I’ll hold you to it.”

  Daddy kisses me and I leave.

  Buzzcut’s waiting for me in the backstage dressing room. He’s sitting in my usual chair, wearing a sleek suit. He’s tall and attractive, with platinum blond hair shaved close.

  My purse and phone are on a makeup table.

  “Welcome back,” he says.

  “I’m here for my stuff,” I say coldly.

  He stands. “Is that any way to talk to your boyfriend?”

  “You’re not my boyfriend!” I snatch up my phone and purse and glare at him. “Don’t ever come near me again. We’re through.”

  “Did you tell your daddy how much you love sucking cock?” He steps closer. “I love you,” he says savagely. “I would’ve given you the world.”

  I scoff. “You mean this place? I’m not yours, Buzzie. I never was. What we did—it was a one-time thing.”

  “More like four or five times.”

  “I’m leaving.”

  He stops inches from my face. “How about a farewell kiss?”

  Heat creeps up my neck and I blush. He’s always been intense. Dominant. It’s what drew me to him. But I take another step back. “No. We’re over.”

  “Don’t tell me you’re seeing someone else.”

  “You wouldn’t understand.”

  He puts his hand on my cheek, a vicious glint in his eyes. “Try me.”

  I slap him away. “Stop it!”

  There’s a roar behind us. Daddy rushes in. I twirl aside and he lands a punch on Buzzcut’s jaw. A sickening crunch. Buzzcut staggers, grabs on to a table, and reaches inside his jacket. He holds up a gun. Daddy knocks it away and wrestles him to the ground. More punches land. Daddy doesn’t stop until Buzzcut holds up his hands, surrenders.

  Daddy gets up. “Touch her again and I’ll kill you.”

  “Get the hell out!”

  Daddy grabs my hand and we leave.

  In the car, Daddy wipes his face. He looks at me. “You okay?”

  “I’m fine. Thanks.”

  “I heard what he said, Harper.” Daddy pauses and looks ahead. “Let’s go home.”

  I can tell he’s angry.

  ◆◆◆

  When we’re through the front door, Daddy tells me to wait for him in the living room.

  “Take off your clothes,” he says, his voice thick with lust. “Get on your hands and knees.”

  I do as I’m told and get on all fours on the carpet. Minutes later, Daddy kneels by my side. He fondles my breasts and kisses my shoulder, stroking my hair. A sharp slap lands on my ass. He palms my buttocks then slides lower to cup my wet pussy.

  “Who owns this cunt?” Daddy says.

  “You do,” I whisper.

  “Louder!”

  “You do!”

  Daddy’s fingers graze up my slit to touch my puckered hole. “Who owns this?”

  “You do, Daddy!”

  “Good girl.”

  He walks behind me and squeezes my bottom. I hear the spit in his palm. I feel his hand on my drenched folds. He lubes his cock with my desire and his saliva. He pulls my buttocks apart and traces over my anus with his thumb. Growls rumble from his throat. He slaps my ass again, and I dig my fingers into the carpet, arching my back. Daddy grabs my hips, his cock head nudges my asshole. With one hard thrust he slams into my tight passage.

  I lurch forward and a scream of pleasure erupts from my throat. He takes control. He reminds me who owns me, and my body grips his cock like he belongs there. He fucks my ass with hard thrusts, throwing his weight against my ass, he ripples my cheeks with slaps as he drives deep.

  My pussy pulses and I moan like a complete slut, falling to my elbows and rearing my ass for Daddy’s cock.

  He grabs my hair and thrusts down. His thighs squeeze my hips as his cock trails fire between my walls.

  “I love you,” he roars. Daddy’s cock pops out and he bends over me kissing my shoulder, raking his hands through my hair.

  A choked sob leaves my throat. “Fuck me,” I shout.

  Daddy slides into my tight pussy in one stroke. His hips swing into me again and again, his thumb is buried in my asshole and his other hand is tight around my waist. When my walls clench, Daddy lands a sharp slap on my butt and pushes to the base of his cock.

  I cum harder than I’ve ever had, my body humming from head to toe as I crash over the edge, screaming my throat hoarse. Sweat drips off my chin and my body heaves. He pumps through my orgasm and I cum again, digging my nails into the carpet.

  He doesn’t cum. He withdraws and lifts me in his arms.

  Daddy carries me upstairs and lays me on his big bed with my legs spread. He strokes his big cock, watching me writhe. He slaps my pussy lightly, and each time his palm connects with my sopping folds, a jolt sizzles my spine and I shriek. Tossing my head back, I cum in squirts as my body locks out.

  “You’re mine,” he hisses.

  Daddy climbs on the bed and lines up his hard cock. He plunges into my soaked pussy with one thrust, every inch of his cock buried between my walls. I twist wildly under him. His thick cock stretches me to the limit, pressuring my clit and dragging against my front wall. He presses my spot with every thrust. His mouth grinds against mine, kissing me roughly as his cock slides in and out.

  We lock eyes. I feel his muscles tense

  Daddy rolls my breasts under his fingers as his tongue circles my nipples. His cock throbs in my tight pussy.

  “Cum inside,” I whisper.

  His gaze flicks up. “You want a baby, Harper?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I want to be his in every way. Another orgasm builds inside me.

  He growls and pulls back to thrust in hard. Daddy speeds to a scorching pace as he slams his cock into me again and again.

  My pussy constricts.

  He senses my peak and fucks me harder, and when I’m gushing on his cock, thrashing my legs, Daddy lets out a grunt and his cock jumps, sputters, flooding me with his seed.

  He pulls me into his shoulder, and I lay my hand on his softening cock. I can feel his cum trickling out between my thighs.

  “I love you, Daddy.”

  He holds me in his arms.

  Also by Skye Darrel

  Enjoyed it? Crave more taboo?

  Find my other stories here.

  Daddy Demands: Taboo Brats Submission Bundle

  Daddy Has Needs: Taboo Brats Submission Bundle

  First Time Princess: Taboo Brats Submission Bundle

  Daddy’s Dirty Summer: Taboo Erotica Bundle

  Taboo House Series:

  Daddy Takes Charge

  Dirty Love, Tight Brat

  Daddy’s Dirty Cure

  Daddy’s Big Secret

  Naughty Brats Series:

  Daddy’s Had Enough

  Daddy Needs More

  Daddy Needs All

  Daddy’s Dirty Friends

  Daddy’s Dirty Crew

 

1 2 3