ANGEL
Daddy still looked indifferent, his demeanour was still calm as usual.
Was he aware that he was gaining an erection?
Was he responding to my slight “Mistake” of a touch?
His eyes roamed my body freely now, “You don’t seem to be bleeding, I’ll take you upstairs first so you can rest on your bed until the doctor arrives,”
Was it my ears or did his voice sound strained now? Could he see my n*****s peeking through the dress material?
Next thing I knew, one of Daddy’s hands braced under my thighs, the other locking around my back.
Every inch of him was hard, his chest a wall of muscle, his biceps flexing as he lifted me effortlessly, the imprint of his c**k pressing against my hip through his sweats. My c**t did a happy jump and leaked out a tear, I barely swallowed back a moan.
