Super Daddies: A Naughty Nerdy Romantic Comedy Anthology

by Smith, Maren

  I had no way to compete with that.

  “Be a good girl for Daddy,” he moaned, and I tried. I tried so hard, moving my hands, bobbing my head, drinking those salty drops of precum that kept trickling from his head as I lost myself in the sensations he kept wringing from me. My moans were constant, and so were the flicks of the fingers he fucked me with. Slow, deep thrusts that went from two fingers to three and stretched me that much further.

  My pussy locked down on him. My thighs were shaking non-stop.

  “Yes,” he breathed, “just like that.”

  I had no idea what I was even doing anymore. I moved on his cock out of sheer instinct and the single-minded desperation of a woman riding three fingers in her pussy and a thumb in her ass. I couldn’t stop moaning. I couldn’t stop squirming. I couldn’t stop making love to him with my mouth, because I needed him so damn much. I needed him to come every bit as hard as I was about to. I needed to hear that hitch in his breathing as his hips began to jerk. I ached to hear him moan, deep heart-felt pleasure as his hard body locked in the convulsions of his own orgasm.

  He came in my mouth, and for the first time in my life, my reaction wasn’t to yank back and smack him one. I didn’t even spit him out. I gulped, I swallowed, and I just kept sucking until he rammed his thumb all the way up inside me and the unexpected pressure of that thrusting penetration took me over the edge.

  I came every bit as hard as he did, with his fingers in my pussy, and his thumb in my ass, and his ragged, “Good girl,” panted out hot between my legs as I shuddered in wave after gradually diminishing wave until at last we both fell still.

  When he patted my hip, I crawled up off both him and the couch to stand on shaky legs that barely had strength enough to hold me. Taking me to the bathroom, he stood me in front of the mirror and cleaned me up, wiping a warm soapy washcloth up between my legs and buttocks, while I stared at my reflection. My hair was a mess, and drops of white spit and cum were drying around my mouth and on my chin.

  Those were the last things that he wiped clean before he took me back to my room and put me into bed.

  “Good night, my little angel,” he said, kissing me on the forehead.

  The only thing that could have made the night better, would have been if he’d crawled into bed beside me and held me while I slept. Sadly, he didn’t.

  “Get good sleep,” was his last command before he turned out the lights and walked out of my room, leaving me laying there, still feeling the phantom thrusts of his fingers and his thumb, with the taste of him haunting my mouth and lips for a very long time to come.

  Chapter 9

  Brian

  It’d been days since our interlude on the couch. Angela and I were settling into a nice routine. During the day, we did everything we could think of to keep her busy; during the night, she became Daddy’s good little girl again. It was fun, but it was devastating. I had never, ever allowed myself to become intimate with anyone I’d protected before, but Angela wasn’t like everyone else. She was different; she was mine. I couldn’t stop touching her, though part of me knew this was wrong. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t quite bring myself to cross that last sexual line in the sand and make her mine completely. It was killing me, but Daddies were supposed to protect, not take advantage. And this case was already messy enough, but eventually I would close it. When I did, the last thing I wanted was for this to end badly between us because I’d let us get too close, too involved, too fast. Relationships built like that never lasted, but while my brain readily agreed with that argument, my heart wasn’t as easy to convince, and my cock definitely wasn’t listening.

  So, at night I found other ways to bring her to pleasure in my arms. I let her get down on her knees and worship my cock, and I forced myself to be satisfied with that, but I could tell she wasn’t. Each time I got her off with my fingers or my mouth, she became a little less satisfied than before, and during the day, that dissatisfaction really started to show. She got antsy again, bored. She began asking questions, the same questions about her case over and over again, pouting became the answers never changed and she didn’t want to listen anymore.

  I tried to distract her with movies, but she couldn’t seem to focus on them. We played every card game under the sun, but she wanted to go out instead. I offered to take her on a short night flight for some fresh air. I even took her onto the roof during the day to catch a little sun, but nothing was working. She was frustrated, and frankly, so was I because there was nothing I could do. Patel had gone underground. No one knew where he was. Marshall was running scans night and day, but there were no hits at all. The man was a ghost. A very dangerous ghost.

  “What if I wear a hat and sunglasses or cut and dye my hair or—” She followed me around the kitchen as I put away our breakfast mess.

  “We’ve discussed this, angel. The answer is no.”

  She stomped her foot and screamed in the back of her throat. “I’m going crazy in this house! I need interaction with people other than you and Marshall. I run a store for goodness sake, I’m used to seeing and talking to different people every single day.”

  I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. “There is noth—” I was cut off by the shrill ringing of my cell phone.

  Angela slammed her hands over her ears. “Why is it so loud?”

  “Because he sets it down and never remembers where it is,” Marshall answered, speaking for me.

  “Do what normal people do and get a find my phone app, geez.” She stomped out of the room as I picked up the phone and answered it.

  “Hey, Stella, how’s it going?”

  “Same old, how are you stranger? Going to make our monthly sushi date?”

  I rolled my eyes. I hadn’t been able to eat sushi for almost six years after it had made me violently ill. “No, brat.” I laughed, but then an idea came to me. “What are you and Bobby doing tonight?”

  “Probably nothing, he just got home from a twenty-four-hour round at the ER so he’ll probably be asleep for a while. Why, what’s up?”

  “Well, you remember that case I’ve been working on for the PD?”

  “I thought you were done with that.”

  “I should have been, but it took a bad turn and Angela has been staying with me.”

  “Wait, wait… you have a woman living with you? In your house?”

  “It’s not like that.” Well, it kind of was, but that was none of Stella’s damn business. “Anyways, she’s been stuck in the house and could use the distraction of some company. How about a dinner and game night like we used to do?”

  “I want to know more about this woman.”

  “Bobby needs to whup your ass more often,” I replied.

  “Maybe.” She giggled. “What time are you thinking?”

  “Six sound okay?”

  “Yep, we’ll be there. Should I bring anything over for her? Does she need anything?”

  Angela came back into the room just as Stella was asking. “Angel, my friend Stella is going to come over tonight, do you need her to bring you any girly stuff?”

  “Is her name Angel?” Stella said in my ear. “Please tell me it’s not and that you gave her a pet name. Oh my god, are you in love?”

  “You’re ridiculous. Like I said before, her name is Angela. I’ll have her text you if she needs anything. See you at six.”

  Was I in love? That was the question of the day.

  “What sort of things do I need?” Angela asked apparently over her little snit enough to talk to me. “I mean, apart from the obvious, a metal file baked in a cake.”

  “Ha ha,” I deadpanned. “My friends Stella and Bobby are going to come over for a dinner and game night tonight. How does that sound?”

  “Really?” Her face lit up like a kid on Christmas. “Like the Stella and Bobby. The ones from the video?”

  “Yes,” I answered with a laugh. “We used to get together all the time, but life gets busy. I figured maybe now would be a good time to rekindle that tradi
tion. Want to help me make dinner?”

  “Will I? Of course! Oh my god, I’m so nervous. What should we make?” She went straight to the fridge and began rifling through ingredients. “Do they like Mexican? I can make chile rellenos, or enchiladas.” She stood with her hands on her hips staring into the open refrigerator. “I suppose you still won’t let me go shopping?”

  I sighed and shook my head. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Make a list and I will get whatever you need.”

  “Okay. Can you go now? What time are they coming?”

  “Six. We have plenty of time. I’ll get dressed. Here, type the list into my phone.” I left her to her planning and went to get dressed for the store.

  Seeing her excited was like a drug, I wanted to always make her feel like that.

  “Marshall, email Chief Sturgis.” I commanded as I changed my clothes. “Ask him where we are at and if there is any new intel. Let him know I want a meeting tomorrow. There has been enough sitting on our asses, this case needs to be solved. Also, I want a printout of everything we have so far.”

  “Done, boss. Do you want to review the email before I send it?”

  “No, I’m sure it’s fine. I don’t want to think about it anymore today. I’m going to focus on making tonight fun and special for Angela, she deserves it.”

  “You got it, boss.”

  I went back into the kitchen to see Angela already elbow deep in cooking. There was food all over the counters and pots on the stove.

  “It amazes me how you can make such a huge mess in three minutes,” I teased as I rounded the island and picked up my phone.

  “Cooking is an art, Brian!” she scolded.

  “I know, I know. And you are my beautiful little artist.” I kissed her cheek and slapped her ass for good measure. “Be a good girl for Daddy, I’ll be back in a little bit. If you find you need something else, tell Marshall to send me a message.”

  She pretended to be focused on whatever she was stirring on the stove, but she couldn’t hide the tinge of a blush that painted her cheeks. She loved the attention, but she was always trying to hide it with her tough exterior. It didn’t deter me at all. In fact, it made me want to break down all her walls and strip her naked, physically and emotionally. I adjusted my cock and headed to the garage before I did something I would regret.

  * * *

  Angela really outdid herself. By the time Bobby and Stella arrived, she had prepared an entire Mexican feast, complete with appetizers and a decadent looking dessert I could not wait to dig into.

  “I’m going to have to increase my gym time with you living here,” I teased her. “This looks amazing, sweetheart. Thank you.”

  “Do you think they’ll like it?” She bit her thumb nail as she surveyed her handiwork. Her vulnerability was evident all over her face.

  “Yes, my little people pleaser. They will love it.” I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “You did amazing. You should probably get yourself ready now.”

  She pulled away and looked down at her outfit. “What? I am ready. Do I not look okay? I don’t have very many clothes.”

  Realizing my error, I pulled her back into me and squeezed her tight. “Angela, relax. I was joking, you look beautiful.”

  “That wasn’t nice.” She slapped my chest but didn’t pull away. “I just want it to be perfect for you.”

  “No one expects perfection, little one, but if I was keeping score, this is pretty damn close.”

  Her body relaxed. “Thank you.”

  “Company is arriving,” Marshall announced, interrupting the moment before it had a chance to go anywhere fun.

  “Ready?”

  “I guess so.”

  “Deep breaths, angel. And don’t worry, they are going to love you,” I assured her with one more kiss before going to the front door and opening it.

  “Where is she?” Stella pushed past me and beelined for Angela.

  “Nice to see you too, brat.” I shook my head, and laughed at my ex-lab partner. And then I ribbed on Bobby as he came in behind his eager wife, “Can’t you control your wife?”

  “Nope.” He shrugged and we both laughed as we exchanged a back-slapping hug.

  “Good to see you, bro. It’s been too long.”

  “Agreed. What is that amazing smell?” Bobby put his nose in the air like a hunting hound on the prowl.

  “My little houseguest has been hard at work. We’re having Mexican.”

  “Perfect. I’m starving.”

  “Some things never change,” I teased as we made our way to the kitchen where Stella and Angela were already chatting and laughing like long lost friends.

  “Oh my god, Brian. This woman is fucking perfect.” Stella exclaimed as we entered the room.

  “Watch it, Stella,” Bobby warned. She rolled her eyes, but blushed.

  “That's what I keep telling her, too.” I agreed with Stella and winked at Angela. Her face was red with embarrassment. “Wait until you taste this food. Let’s eat.”

  We sat at the table and passed overflowing dishes of food around, settling into a fun and easy conversation. Angela’s shyness lasted about as long as it took the plate of nachos and fresh guacamole to make its way around the table. It was impossible to not engage with Stella and Bobby; they were two of the chillest people on the planet.

  They praised the food and we all chatted about nothing and everything, pulling Angela in and making her feel like family. I silently patted myself on the back for inviting them over. It was just what she needed. Hell, it was what we both needed

  “Oh, I’m so full.” Stella laid her fork down and sat back in her seat. “I need the recipe for all of these things.” She swirled her finger around, indicating all of the half-empty serving dishes on the table.

  “Why, so you can set the kitchen on fire?” Bobby spoke through a mouthful of food.

  “Don’t be so rude.” Stella scowled and smacked his arm.

  He shrugged and kept right on eating. It was hard not to laugh at their easy relaxed banter. It made me want things that I hadn’t thought about since long before Angela came to stay with me. She had relaxed quite a bit, but the stress of everything was just below the surface and any misstep on either of our parts could bring it to the light.

  Tonight, though, felt so right. Sharing a dinner with my family and my girl. It was perfect.

  My girl.

  Stella was right. I knew in that moment that I was in love with Angela. I’d been thinking about her as mine for so long now, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what life and this house would be like without my angel in it. Complications to the case or not, without a shadow of a doubt I knew she was mine in every way that mattered. It was past time that I showed her so. Before this night was over, I decided, I would do just that.

  “I’ll clean up if everyone is finished?” Angela started to get up.

  “Oh no you don’t.” Bobby jumped out of his seat. “In our family, the person who cooks does not clean up afterward.”

  I smiled. “Good point, man. As a matter of fact, Angel, why don’t you and Stella go get to know each other a little better and let us handle the mess?”

  “Don’t need to tell me twice.” Stella jumped up and grabbed Angela’s hand, tugging her toward the front room. “Let’s go raid the game closet and pick out something fun.”

  She allowed Stella to pull her out of the room, leaving Bobby and I alone to clean up.

  “All right, bro. Spill it. This is more than a simple job. That woman was created by God himself for you. Seriously, does she get any more perfect?”

  I couldn’t even argue. All I could do was what I did, and that was to bring my friend up-to-date on how and why Angela had come to be in my home.

  “You’re besotted,” Bobby said bluntly once I’d finished.

  I didn’t even try to deny it.

  “What if you never find this Patel guy or his gang?” he asked, giving voice to the one fear that had been bouncing around i
n my head for days now.

  “That’s easy,” I said, ignoring the little voice in my head that knew better. “If I can’t stop him, then she can never leave.”

  It was hard to find a downside to that kind of oversimplified solution. On one hand, I was pretty sure I could find plenty of ways to keep her distracted if I never let her out of my bed.

  On the other, I already knew Angela would never be happy with that kind of arrangement. She was already starting to see this house as some kind of prison, with all its comfortable walls closing in tight around her. The last thing I wanted was for her to start seeing me as her jailer, too.

  We couldn’t keep living like this. I had to find Patel. Now, before the whole situation killed our relationship every bit as effectively as Patel putting a bullet in my angel’s head.

  Chapter 10

  Angela

  “It’s nice of you guys to come over,” I said, as Stella and I rifled through the massive collection of board games that Brian kept in his living room closet. “We have been stuck in this house together for weeks. I can’t tell you how desperate I’ve been to have someone other than him or this house to talk to.”

  Stella sighed. “Yeah, I can imagine. Brian isn’t easy to live with at the best of times. He’s so wrapped up in his head anymore, he forgets what life was like before…” She caught herself, blushing a little as she trailed off.

  “Before he got his powers?” I said, letting her know she wasn’t spoiling any secrets I hadn’t already heard.

  “So, he told you? Good.” Stella laughed a little, relieved. “How much do you know about that?”