Daddy's Little Angel

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Alina Pov

I walked inside the room, and immediately hugged myself. The goosebumps had covered all over my skin. I couldn't imagine spending my day in his house, in his presence. It always felt like a dream come true. The scent of him had filled my nose, calming my mind. I immediately fell on the bed, thinking if he had slept on this bed or not?

My mind was only drifting with his thoughts. Suddenly I heard some sound, water. He’s taking a shower. I immediately wanted to peep inside his room, to his bathroom, wanting to see him naked in the bathroom, taking a shower.

Those forbidden thoughts would make me get arrested some day. He was the age of your father. But my mind couldn't think of anything. I wanted to see him naked.

When the stream began to curl out beneath the door I rose from the bed and went inside my bathroom. The door cracked open, just enough to let the steam out, and my heart slammed against my ribs as I tried to peek inside.

From the little crack, I could see him under the spray, his naked body a goddamn masterpiece, tight ass, water flowing over every curve.

“f**k,” was the only word I could say when I saw his hand, moving slow and firm, stroking his c**k, and my p***y clenched so hard I nearly moaned.

He was jerking off, his head tilted back, and I swore I heard my name slip from his lips, “Alina, f**k you smell so good,”- low and desperate, like he was picturing me on my knees, sucking him deep until he lost it.

My mouth watered, imagining crawling in there, pushing his hand away, and taking his d**k in my mouth, licking and sucking until his c*m spilled hot down my throat. I wanted him to grab my hair, to f**k my face until I gagged, then pull me up and bend me over the counter, f*****g me until I screamed.

I gripped the doorframe, my nails digging in, my c**t throbbing with every filthy thought. Through the stream, I caught a glimpse of his c*m hitting the tiles, slick and glistening, and the sight made me dizzy with want.

An insane part of me imagined kneeling there and licking it off the floor while I fingered myself, tasting him.

But I didn't move, I couldn't.

The unspoken boundary between us, the fear of what crossing it would mean, kept me rooted. He then wrapped a towel around his waist, as his d**k slowly started resting, he shook it again, dripping the last drops of his arousal, his chest heaving, and he slipped back to his room.

The bathroom was empty now, but his presence lingered, the tiles still had drops of his c*m, a taunt that made my thighs tremble, the smell of his arousal spread across the bathroom.

I stepped inside, the air was thick with his scent. I shut the door slowly, my fingers itching to slide under my dress, to rub my c**t until I came. I kneeled down, his c*m on the tiles was inches away from my face, I licked my lips slowly as my fingers traced those fallen drops, they had a watery texture with whitish essence, as I rubbed the drops the smell hit my nostrils suddenly, raw and masculine and nasty.

“Fuck.. the smell,” I couldnt stop myself from moaning as my mouth started watering. Without any thought, I bent down, and started licking his c*m drops off the cold floor like a thirsty girl and I kept licking it off until my tongue was covered in his arousal.

It was warm and salty.

I could feel my p***y getting wet with each taste. As I cleaned of the floor with my tongue, my hands reached out to my boobs, I pinched my n*****s as I got up, my tongue covered in his c*m, as I swallowed it all, my mouth was filled with the raw and manly taste, and a slight moan escaped my mouth, I just wished that he didn't hear that. It’s not right. It's not right at all.

I turned to the faucet, splashing cold water on my face, trying to drown the fire in my veins, but all I could think about the taste in my mouth, and his sexy d**k that cums in my name, and how much I f*****g craved it. I knew he was obsessed with me the same way I was. And I loved it.

Ryan pov

It was difficult for me when I saw the lust shining in her eyes. I knew she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. And today, I needed her to know exactly what I desired—her, at any cost.

It was the first time she had seen the body of a real man. Those college boys could never satisfy the kind of hunger I saw in her eyes. I knew she hadn’t truly been touched before—not the way she craved. And I will make sure that every guy she meets knows exactly who she belongs to.

I touched my long, hard d**k thinking about her soft moans on her bed she made while whispering my name on her lips. I know about her obsession but I will take my time on her, making her well aware of the small things I like while having s*x. I was never into normal s*x. I always wanted more, craved more, when my desires were ignited, I was like a werewolf on a moonlight, and by telling her my fantasies I didn't want to frighten her or maybe the other side of her. She was a flower waiting to bloom, a slave craving a real master, whom she could worship. She will be the woman who will give me everything, her womanhood, her innocence, every single ounce of her body and soul.

“Alina..,” Her beautiful name rolled on my tongue as I touched myself. I closed my eyes and thought about her small, beautiful hands, touching my hard d**k. I haven't dated a woman since Alina came into my life. She was everything I wanted, everything I desired. But making her away from me was difficult and that too when we work in the same cabin. Her scent had filled my mind, and it's impossible to be away from her for a long period of time.

I think the right time has come to claim her as mine, and there is no going away.

Alina Pov

In the morning, I woke up with dark circles under my eyes. The whole night I was haunted by his long, hard d**k. I have seen some porn videos with one of my friends but this was the biggest I have ever seen. He was like a walking male s*x god. A man who can charm any woman he wants. But I didn't know about him taking my virginity. But a girl like me can only imagine.

I wore the same dress as yesterday and went down.

The hall was quiet.

He didn't wake up until now.

"Good morning, Ms. Easton," a voice suddenly said from behind me. I immediately turned around and saw him—the man who had haunted me most of the night. His gray beard covered most of his face, a smirk playing on his lips. My panties got wetter looking at him.

The grey tailored suit matched with his tie, making me feel a tingling sensation to my body.

“Good morning, Mr. Parker,” I greeted with a small smile. His footsteps matched mine, and I could smell his cologne nearby, making me feel warmer and more flushed. My thoughts were filled with yesterday’s images—of him taking a shower, touching himself, and calling my name.

“Did you have a good sleep, Ms Easton?” He asked. I wanted to say no, but nodded my head.

“Did you have a good sleep, Mr Parker?” I asked the same question. I wanted him to say no, just the way I didn't get sleep because of him I wanted him to feel the same way.

“Like a baby,” he replied.

“Come, Ms. Easton, have your breakfast. I’ll drop you at the university,” he said. I simply nodded.

I studied at Preston university, which is near to my home. I work with Mr Parker for three days and two days I attend my university. I was in my third year.

We had our breakfast in silence where I could feel some intense tension between us. His gaze never left mine. And I kept my eyes on my breakfast.

“Let’s go,” He informed me. We left the house and he dropped me off at my university. I took a deep breath and went inside the gate.