Daddy's Little Angel

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Her pov

I pushed his body to the lift towards his room.

“Where are the keys?” I asked, breathing unsteady. He smiled but didn't reply. My jaw tightened. He loves to test my patience.

“Keys,” I asked. No response.

I closed my eyes, and reached into his pockets. There it was. I froze for a second. His warm lips touched my cheeks and I felt the hardness of his shaft against my fingers. The air thickened, changed into something deeper, darker, that I didn’t expect.

My cheeks turned hot red. I immediately tore out the keys from his pocket, hands trembling and forced myself to focus on opening the gate.

The gate clicked open. I pushed his body inside his room, and he collapsed onto the bed.

I looked at his beautiful features perfectly aligned, perfectly made with perfection. In sleep, he looked gentler, calmer, almost breakable. It was the only time he wasn’t terrifying, but still had an intimidating vibe.

I sat on his bed, and touched his face. This face had made me awake for years. There were small patches of grey hairs, showing his maturity. His skin was flawless.

The moment my hands touched his neck his eyes snapped open and he immediately pushed me on the bed. I was shocked. I didn’t know what happened. His moment was way faster than my mind could process.

His eyes looked murderous and his body pinned mine, and he leaned his face closer to mine, inhaling my scent.

There was no warmth in his gaze, no softness. I could only see lust that wanted to consume me.

“So f*****g sweet,” He murmured, voice low and dangerous.

I could feel his hardness near my cunt, his tip dripping of pre c*m while the girth explored my inner thighs, pressing his veins. It was so f*****g hard.

“You made me so f*****g horny, Alina,” He called my name and it was music to my ears. I don’t know it was a dream or real but my mind was screaming to push him and run away, to disappear and never come back but another part of me, quieter, colder and more wicked, whispered to stop fighting and let him do what he wants, what I want, what we both want, to use our hunger, the need to claim each other’s body and make it one.

I wanted nothing more than him to rough me up, thrust his hard d**k inside my cunt, that was purring with the need.

“You don't know what you do to me,” He whispered, his voice rough. His eyes flicked to my lips and suddenly he came closer– closer until I felt his hot breath near me, until I lost my control over myself and our lips crashed.

He pushed his tongue inside my mouth, and I could feel his taste, that was mixed with alcohol and smoke, his scent that had consumed me for years. He bit my tongue, roughly tasting every inch of my mouth, his tongue rubbing against mine, as our saliva mixed. His hands were holding me possessively, never letting me go, his fingers dug into my soft skin, my fist tightened as his grip grew stronger. He savoured every second of my mouth like he was hungry for it, for years.

I felt his grip slide lower, fingers brushing the fabric of my dress, touching the covered p***y. I immediately spread my legs making some space for his fingers to play inside my holes.

“This is always mine, isn’t Alina," he whispered, biting my lips hard. I nodded my head. I saved myself only for him, to be used by him. I have fantasized this day, this moment and it was always him that came in front of my picture.

He roughly fingered my covered p***y and bit my neck hard until I screamed his name.

“Please…,” I don't know why I was pleasing him but he didn't stop. This other hand touched my warm skin, “Say you always fantasized me, the same way I fantasized you, Alina,” He whispered, biting my ears as his fingers slid inside my pants. I moaned hard, and he pushed his fingers inside my panties.

I was soaking wet. I could hear the voice of my wet p***y.

“I only fantasized you, daddy,” I called him daddy and he chuckled hard. His fingers touched my cunt, roughly rubbing his fingers inside me.

“Good girl,” He appreciated, patting my hair and he pushed his fingers inside my small hole.

It was painful at first but I started enjoying it, loving it as his fingers started moving inside my hole.

“So wet, s**t,” he said. I moaned . His dirty words were making me more horny. I danced on his fingers, and his lips were still touching mine until I came on his fingers. My whole body was shaking with the orgasm.

He smiled, and removed his fingers, bringing them near to his mouth. I could smell my heat from them. My heart was beating faster; I saw him licking his fingers, while his eyes were on me.

“So sweet,” He whispered, tasting my heart, like his last meal. He smiled and stood up, his movements unsteady, but his eyes were on me, devouring me.

“You are mine, Alina,” he whispered, and the instant he fell down with a thud. The room was silent but my breath was uneven, I was still shaking with the orgasm he had given me but I controlled myself and kneeled beside him.

Gently I held his body and pushed him on the bed. He didn’t stir nor he responded. I wrapped him with a blanket.

For a moment I was thinking about what just happened between us. It wasn't what I expected, but deep down I liked it.

I turned around and slipped out of the room, closing the door behind me.