HUSH: TALES OF FORBIDDEN ROMANCE

BEST DADDY IN THE WORLD 3

LEAH'S POV

I felt a hint of anger when I heard the red head try to manipulate him with that graty voice of hers.

He was my daddy, and nothing in this world could change that.

When he closed the door and flinched because of my presence, it hit that he didn't want me to see that part of him, and the idea of him hiding something from me hurt.

I walked down the stairs and asked him some questions that visibly made him uncomfortable before intentionally holding him close enough to ensure he could feel my boobs on his arm.

"Is there a problem, Daddy?" I asked, leaning close enough for our noses to almost touch.

I could see his will diminishing, so I leaned in and told him I missed him before giving him a peck that made him tense.

Leaning back, I smiled at him and fluttered my eyebrows before asking him where the food was, knowing fully well that he had probably not even ordered it.

He cleared his throat and replied that he needed to order it on his phone, but before he could turn around to pick it up, I leaned across him slowly, without breaking eye contact, and I picked up the phone before "slipping" in his lap, causing him to catch me instinctively.

"Leah." His voice was gruff.

"Yes, Daddy." I blinked slowly.

"Please."

I leaned in closer as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Please, what?"

"This feels wrong, Leah."

"What, Daddy?" I continued the innocent act, not sure what I wanted to happen next, but against all the options in my head, he slowly dropped me on the couch and walked up the stairs.

"I'm going to get something," he didn’t turn in my direction as he left, "The numbers of the restaurants are on the tablet in the kitchen."

After he finished his sentence, he went into his room and shut the door while I waited there, wondering how to feel about what had just happened.

I sat there for a few moments, feeling a bit weird about the situation and how I let my emotions get the best of me, but then I decided to make up for it by just ordering what I remembered as his favourite foods.

After figuring out how to order on the overexpensive tablet, I sat there for a few minutes before deciding to go up the stairs to tell him that the foods would soon arrive.

I felt a bit awkward from the earlier situation, but I knew that we could easily get past that, so I walked into the room with a smile on my face.

"Dante, guess what I or-" My words were cut off by the sight in front of me.

He had wet hair, with one hand on the wall and the other stroking his long and throbbing member. His shirt was off, and he stood in shock for a second before swearing and scrambling with his belt.

In autopilot, I walked towards him slowly and stood right at his front.

"Were you doing that because of me?" I whispered slowly, placing one hand on his arm.

"Because of? I don't understand." He stammered a bit.

"You can put away the act, Dante. I know you feel what I feel."

He moved away from me and sat on the bed in a slumped position with his face in his hands.

"Feelings do not matter in a situation like this, mi amor."

I walked up to him and raised his chin up so he could look at me.

"My feelings do not matter?"

He frowned and held both my hands immediately.

"What do you mean, mi amor? Of course they do!"

"Do you love me, Daddy?" I sat in his lap slowly.

He cupped my face, "Of course I do. I have, and I always will."

I leaned in closer, "Then why don't you want me?"

"I do, mi amor. But your mother. She will kill me."

"Does she have to know?" I placed my lips centimetres away from his so he could take in my breath as I spoke.

He looked at me, debating my words for a millisecond before something in him snapped, and he closed the space between us, kissing me hard.

I melted into his lips as I felt his not so hidden erection press against my thighs. I never imagined this moment, but if I did, this would be exactly how I wanted it.

The feeling of his member throbbing against my skin and our tongues clashing against each other was enough to make me pulse and drip uncontrollably, and I knew he felt it because of how tight he held on to me.

In a flash, he switched our positions with me laying on the bed beneath him and him above me with our bodies touching slightly. He seemed to still be thinking carefully about the entire situation we were in.

"Daddy." I moaned, calling to him.

"Si, mi amor." He looked into my eyes directly.

"Are you sure you want me?"

"I might stop if you make me think too much about it, mi amor."

I nodded and pulled his face closer before pulling his weight on me and wrapping my legs around him. He groaned as his member rubbed my thigh before taking my mouth like it was his, finally getting into the moment.

After a few moments of making out, he trailed his dominant hand down my skin, tentatively touching my boobs before squeezing them tightly and causing them to pour out of my slip.

He then adjusted our positions so he could add his left hand to the mix, and I moaned as he pinched and rolled my n*****s in his fingers before trailing one hand down to the center of my thighs.

"Yes, Daddy." I moaned loudly.

He made patterns around my thighs for a moment before inserting one finger into my p***y, slowly pumping in and out as I breathed heavily and he kissed my neck, and he was about to add another finger when the doorbell rang loudly, causing us to jerk out of our positions.