Daddy's Little Angel

9

His pov

I tossed and turned in bed all night. Those lips looked so good—so lickable—that every time I closed my eyes, I saw them again.I rolled my tongue inside my mouth. I still remembered her taste on my lips—her saliva was sweet, just like her. She was a temptation that could bring me to my knees. She had no idea who she was playing games with. She didn't know I was watching her every time she moaned my name while playing with her small cunt. They were not so big to accommodate my size.

I switched on the lights and pulled out my laptop, hidden away in the closet. Those were my secret fantasies, shared in silence. They were trapped behind the walls, in the videos. I opened one of the videos—one where Alina was touching herself.

She kept on calling my name while touching herself. I could see her pink n*****s that were covered by her pink blanket. She removed the covers while her eyes were closed, and suddenly a moan left her lips, calling me a daddy. I have watched this video every night and still it could make my d**k so hard, hearing me calling me daddy.

“Little angel, call me daddy,” I whispered. I wanted to hear her calling me daddy while I pound her p***y, pinning her against those bedsheets, choking her, thrusting inside her holes until she couldn't think straight.

“f**k, yes my little angel” I moaned hard. Her moaning kept on increasing as I took out my d**k, moaning her name again and again. I wanted to peep inside those holes which were covered with white panties, I wanted to see her pink cunt, lubricated with her scent.

“Daddy, will make you feel good,” I licked off my lips. Her whole face looked like a mess, her breasts laced with sweat, her cheeks turning red as she rubbed herself, sweat flowing down her forehead to her lashes, scattering her hairs, in a way she looked f****d. She bit her lips and I wanted nothing but pushing my d**k inside her little mouth, as her pink lips dripped while she was salivating thinking about her deepest darkest desires.

“You taste so good daddy,” I heard her calling and suddenly I saw she removed her panties. I took a deep breath. Her p***y was unshaved, but pink, the c**t seemed tight hinting at her untouched youthfulness, as she fingered herself, her juices flowed down to her ass, which was small and tender, a small opening into her body which I wanted to penetrate so hard.

She slid her ring finger in that little bootyhole of hers while rubbing her cunt, and f**k, I almost came at the sight. I could feel my d**k dripping with precum already while I licked my lips.

“Daddy will take care of your every need, angel,” I moaned, touching the screen as I saw her p***y dripping with c*m.

She was a naughty girl, I knew this, I had seen her as a kid, and now I saw her touching herself, it was like watching a seed grow into a beautiful flower, waiting to get plucked by a manly touch.

Every night she came back from the office, imagining me touching her and every night I c*m looking at her.

I closed the laptop, taking a deep breath. Each time when I look at her, it becomes more and more difficult for me to stop fantasising about that slutty body, masked by that innocent face which was absolutely fuckable. Her thin lips, sharp nose which used to turn red in moments, made me so aroused.

I almost controlled myself from stroking my c**k on that mouth, making her smell my manliness and taste it, down her chin was her curved neck, with a shape so tempting, enough to make any man go hard. And her figure, f**k, that was a temple to be worshipped every day and night, I couldnt stop myself from thinking about her curves, her soft skin and how it would feel when I pound her, breed her.

I switched off the lights, after taking a warm shower to cool myself down from the s****l tension and closed my eyes.

Next morning, I woke up feeling pre c*m dripping from my c**k, the foreskin firm on my meat, c*m glued to it, filling the blanket with a musky & manly smell. I dreamed of her naked body last night.

Again and again, I saw her, and my obsession grew stronger each day.

I wiped the sweat off my face and made my way to the bathroom. After taking a warm shower, I got dressed and walked out.

“Good morning, sir,” Lisa greeted me with a smile.

“Good morning,” I replied coldly.

Lisa was a maid hired by my mother to keep an eye on me. My mother came back into my life after hearing about my success. She was shocked to learn that the company she had once left had become one of the biggest in the world. I tried to throw her out of my house, but my mother played her cards so well that she ended up becoming one of the shareholders in my company, dictating terms every time she came around. Lisa wasn’t a bad person, but I couldn’t trust any person hired by my mother and it was enough to make a person dangerous. She was always lurking in corners under the guise of cleaning and watching.

Lisa placed the breakfast before me and without a word she left. I ate in silence and rose up to leave for the important meeting.

Before leaving– I turned my head to Lisa, who lingered through the hallway like a ghost.

“Dont wake Alina, let her take some rest,” I said, my voice low. She nodded, but didn't meet my eyes. She knows not to provoke me at least.

I walked out of the penthouse, sliding into the driver’s seat. The city was in a rush just like my mind. The slow music filled the background as I drove towards the company.

The gatekeeper opened the door as I slid out of my car. He bowed his head without saying a word. I didn’t respond—I didn’t need to.

I walked into the office, the familiar cold air hitting me as the glass doors closed behind. The building was quiet as I saw my employees greeting me one by one but I didn't look– I didn't need to. My footsteps echoed in the marble hallway as I went towards the top floor.

In between all this, I called Simon—Alina’s friend’s stepbrother. He wasn’t just a business partner; he was one of the few people I actually trusted.We shared a few drinks with each other.

The phone rang once before he picked up.

“Hello,” He greeted, his voice low, barely audible.

“Keep your girl in check, she’s spoiling mine,” I said, flat and cold.

There was a pause on the other end and I hung up without another word. I know what she meant to him– Emma, his stepsister. I have seen the way he looked at her. A clear obsession that was hidden from the world. His obsession was quiet, hidden only behind the doors but it was there.

I stepped into my cabin and sank into the main seat, the leather cool against my skin. But my mind wasn’t in the room. It was somewhere darker—haunted by her. Her soft moans echoed in my mind, and her touch was like a burn that could consume me whole. I closed my eyes trying to push it away but I couldn't.

The temperature in my cabin was freezing—too low, but all I could feel was heat, burning beneath my skin.

I turned up the shirt collar, trying to minimize the heat but no matter how hard I tried to focus, that heat couldn't let me forget.

My d**k was rock hard, hurting my pants.

I stepped out of the cabin and ran towards the rest room.

The cold shower is the only thing that could drown my ache, freeze the burning thoughts of her. The cold water hit me like a slap, as I closed my eyes, trying to numb my nerves from my running fantasies.

I stepped out, shivering in the cold as I slipped into my shirt, eyes cracked in the mirror’s reflection.

Suddenly out of the corners of the eye, I saw her– a small shadow at the door, trying to peep inside like a thief in the night. I smirked, as my breath caught cold and heavy, as I turned to face her.

“Alina,” My voice was heavy as I saw her gawking her eyes at my body.

“Mr Parker," Her voice hitched and immediately I saw her running away.

This game was going to get more interesting.