Brat Takes a Shot: First Time Taboo with Man of the House (Bad Boy Daddy Book 2)

by Cherry, Lulu

  BRAT TAKES A SHOT!

  Bad Boy Daddy Series

  2

  by

  Lulu Cherry

  Copyright 2018 Lulu Cherry

  All rights Reserved

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  All characters in this book are over eighteen years old.

  No one is related by blood.

  BRAT TAKES A SHOT!

  I watched Daddy wind up. He slammed his fist into the other boxer's chest.

  His opponent stumbled backward.

  The whole crowd roared. The noise was deafening.

  I hadn't seen Daddy in two years. I'd gotten front row tickets just so I could be near him.

  Daddy was a bad guy. Mommy had told me that often enough.

  And yeah, I got that. I knew it from my own experience. But then why was I here?

  Two years ago Daddy had just dropped off the face of the earth. I'd blamed Mommy for the longest time.

  But I'd always known it wasn't her fault. Daddy was Daddy. The only surprise should have been that he stuck around as long as he had.

  In the end, Daddy had wanted Mommy to do things—things she would never do. Sexual things.

  Then there'd been that big shouting match. Daddy had stormed out. I remember following him out the door. Begging him to stay.

  I'd been sixteen then. We hadn't had a word from him since.

  Now I was eighteen. And suddenly Daddy was making a big boxing comeback. He'd had three fights already. This was his fourth.

  He was fighting a top competitor. The odds were entirely against Daddy. Everyone said he was too old. A has-been that would go down in the second round.

  But now it was round six. And Daddy was on the attack. I could have drooled watching him.

  He had a chest to die for. Thick, tight, compact muscles. And they dripped with sweat.

  I felt wet between my legs. My hand crept down to my lap.

  Yeah. That's me. Lewd and crude. But I'd had a crush on my Daddy for the longest time.

  Of course, he wasn't my real Daddy. That is, he wasn't the man that had given birth to me.

  Did that make my attraction okay?

  Daddy was the man that had raised me. He'd been there since I'd been a little girl. At least he'd been there until he wasn't.

  Fuck, what was wrong with me?

  My hand slipped into my pants. Not a single eye was on me. Everyone watched the match.

  My finger found my magic button, and I knew what to do. Soft flicks and flecks. Swirls. I felt as if I were in a dream. Warmth spread through me.

  Meanwhile, I watched Daddy. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

  He danced on his feet. He slugged the other guy. Massive, powerful hits.

  God, he turned me on!

  And the crowd roaring. It shook my seat. The auditorium had become a massive vibrator.

  My finger moved a little faster on my clit. Up and down. Right and left. I could feel my tension mounting. Yes, yes.

  Daddy exploded into a series of fast punches. He pushed his opponent against the ropes.

  My finger slipped into my cunt. Oh, yes. I let it go in as far as it could. My fingertip tracing out joy against the top wall of my cunt.

  Who knew better than me just how I liked it?

  The other fighter tried to get his arms around Daddy. It was an attempt to fight off the pummeling he was getting.

  Two muscular fighters rubbing their wet and sweaty chests against the other. One of them Daddy!

  I felt dizzy. I worked my finger frantically. The tension had mounted to a peak.

  Then for just a second. Daddy's eyes darted in my direction. He saw me!

  And I exploded. A crazy explosion of pleasure. My best solo orgasm ever!

  Daddy's expression. His surprise. And then the other boxer seeing his chance.

  He pushed Daddy back. Two clean shots had Daddy staggering backward.

  Then the bell was ringing. The round had ended.

  I was panting a little. I'd broken out in a sweat of my own.

  Daddy reached his corner disoriented. He searched for me. He found me quickly.

  His eyes were right on me!

  I pulled out my wet forefinger. I raised it up for him.

  You're number one, Daddy!

  The bell rang. Daddy was back up in an instant. A bestial expression took over his face.

  Daddy went on a wild attack. His fists thundered into his weary opponent.

  The crowd roared even harder than before.

  In two blows Daddy's opponent was down for the count.

  As soon as Daddy was declared the winner, he was jostling past the crowd of people flooding the ring.

  Daddy was coming for me!

  "Daddy!" I screamed above the din of noise.

  Daddy reached me just as he pulled one glove off with his mouth.

  He smiled at me. Then his other glove was off and he was reaching for me.

  Daddy grabbed my wrists and just like that we were running.

  I had no idea what was happening!

  Daddy shoved aside fans and anyone else that got in his way. We dashed past security and then down to the locker tunnels.

  The area was deserted and empty. Completely different from the auditorium above.

  Daddy dragged me along the hallway as I tried to keep up.

  "Daddy!" I said.

  I was excited. But Daddy said nothing.

  Then, at last, we were at his locker room. Daddy opened the door. He pulled me in.

  There were two men there. They looked at Daddy. I guessed they were there to help him.

  "Get out!" Daddy yelled at them. "And make sure no one else comes down here. I need some private time with my daughter."

  One of the guys looked at Daddy.

  "Your daughter?" He asked.

  "Get out now!" Daddy snapped at them.

  The two men actually looked a little afraid. Each stumbled over the other as they rushed out.

  Daddy went to the door. He turned a thick bolt lock. Then he looked at me.

  He was breathing heavy. His eyes were on fire. He actually frightened me with that look.

  He looked around the locker room. His mind racing. I almost could hear him thinking. Where could we fuck?

  Shit. Did I want to fuck him?

  You bet. But this was so fast!

  He came right to me.

  I looked up at him and smiled.

  "Daddy!" I said.

  He just breathed heavily.

  He grabbed my shirt and began to pull it up.

  "Daddy?" I said, hesitating.

  "Now!" He yelled.

  I was scared. This was so fast. So soon.

  I'd fantasized about it for so long—and now it was happening.

  But Daddy was like a locomotive coming right at me.

  My legs felt weak. But I was wet and ready. And I wanted him. God, did I want him!

  "Now." Daddy said again. "Six weeks of training. No sex. And then you out there w
ith your hand in your pants. Jesus Christ Almighty, what the fuck did you think you were doing?"

  I raised my arms for him. I was trembling. Daddy pulled my shirt off.

  I stood there with nothing covering my chest but my bra. My breasts had filled out since Daddy had last seen me.

  Daddy's hand went to them. He felt me through the satin bra. I breathed so heavily then.

  Then Daddy found the snap between my breasts. He undid it. My breasts spilled out.

  Daddy's hands were on them. He squeezed them hard. He pressed his thumbs down on my nipples. They were aroused immediately.

  Both my nipples were now hard beneath his thumbs, standing firm.

  The thing was this. Daddy's hands were still covered in boxer tape.

  "Wait," I managed to say.

  And I grabbed one of his hands. I began to peel the tape off of it. Then I did the other.

  Daddy taunted me with a tight grimace. He was simmering. Boiling. He was ready to explode.

  As soon as the tape had been removed, his hands returned to my breasts.

  He had absolutely huge hands. Strong powerful hands. They were sweaty and hot.

  He squeezed my breasts yet again. Once again his thumbs pressed down on my nipples. This time they made circles.

  "Oh, Daddy," I moaned.

  Daddy got down on his knees. He was then about as tall as I was.

  His powerful hands slid to my hip. Daddy moved in with his mouth.

  As I stood there his mouth came to my breast. He took the whole top in his mouth. He lapped across it greedily. He sucked it thirstily.

  I was afraid he was actually going to devour it. He even bit me. Then he was on my other breast, doing it all over again.

  Daddy's breathing was intense and raspy. He was desperate to fuck me. He was like a bull responding to a cow in heat.

  His body was still slick with sweat. That smell that came up from him was setting me on fire.

  Daddy's hands still rested on my hips. But now they moved. He unfastened my pants. He pulled them down to my ankles.

  Now I stood there in front of him wearing nothing but my panties.

  Daddy leaned back a little. His breathing still intense. His eyes smoldered as if he was on a powerful drug.

  Then suddenly he grabbed my panties. With his bear hands he tore them apart. Then he pulled them right off me!

  He stood. He picked me up. He carried me to a table.

  He set me on the edge so that I sat there, my legs spread apart. My pussy waiting.

  "I've gotta fuck!" He said.

  His eyes pierced right through me. Then he glanced down at the object of his desire. My sweet box.

  "Jesus, you're a virgin." He said.

  I shook my head.

  "Don't worry about it, Daddy. Go. Do it! Pop my cherry!"

  Like I could have really stopped him!

  Even before I'd finished my last words his cock thrust into me. It stung. My breath got caught in my mouth.

  Then Daddy was like an animal. He couldn't contain himself. He thrust into me with complete abandon.

  His cock felt so huge inside me. So incredibly big. I felt stretched out so far.

  Was this okay? Was he too big for me? Was I in danger?

  Daddy's thrusts were as powerful as his boxer's punches. He had to grab me and hold me around the waist to keep me from bouncing away from him.

  Such long powerful strokes. I'd wanted this for so long. But it was so much, so soon.

  Bam! Bam! Bam!

  Wham, Bam!

  Like I said, he was like a goddam brute responding to a mate in heat.

  And then almost immediately I could feel him explode inside me. Hot powerful wads of cum filling me up inside. So much cum!

  And then Daddy barely moved. He just held himself above me. Sweat from his chest falling on me.

  My hand went up and touched his muscular chest. I traced his muscles with my fingers. I smoothed my palm across them.

  A lot of the tension had left Daddy's face.

  "Daddy," I said.

  I smiled up at him.

  "You just popped my cherry." I said.

  Daddy's eyes met mine.

  "Six weeks and no sex, and then you show up. With your finger down your pants!" He said. "What did you expect?"

  "You wanted me?" I said.

  Daddy said nothing then.

  "Do you have some kind of protection?" He asked.

  "Nope." I said.

  "Interesting." He said. "You trying to get me to knock you up?"

  "Maybe." I said.

  He laughed.

  "Smart girl." He said. "Excellent timing."

  Daddy was now sagging, leaning into me.

  He'd just been through a battle. Now he'd had a good fuck. He must have been ready to collapse.

  Slowly he eased away from me. His cock slipped out of my cunt. Some of his juices spilled out of me. A cream pie.

  Oh, I didn't really want to lose any of it!

  He climbed up on the table I was on. It was wide. I guessed it was a massage table.

  Daddy laid on his back. I laid on my side beside him. I laid a hand on his muscle bound chest.

  "So do you think one time will do it?" He asked.

  "Do what?" I replied.

  "Get you knocked up." He said.

  "Oh." I said. "I don't know. You shot a big load."

  Daddy chuckled. He let out a big sigh.

  He was right. I needed some insurance. What better insurance could I have than a second fuck?

  Besides, Daddy had been so fast, I hadn't even orgasmed!