Angel: A Taboo Romance

by Skye Darrel

  “Your cunt belongs to me.” His hand goes to my throat. “Don’t cum until—Daddy lets you, do you hear me?”

  He called himself Daddy. I toss my head back and nod. “Yes—I’m yours.” I add in a whisper, “I always was.”

  He pushes his cock into me, and as my folds cling to his tip, he thrusts, breaking my virginity. My legs clamp around his hips, my whole body shaking, and there’s nothing I can do but take what he gives me.

  “Your little pussy belongs to me,” he growls in my ear. “You pushed me too far, Lily. You made me do this.”

  The hot stretch makes me arch. “Oh.”

  He forces his cock deeper, sinking into my channel, and he holds himself inside as my walls pulse around his shaft, the delicious heat rising in my belly making me writhe and curl my toes. He swallows my cries with a kiss.

  I run my hands up his sides to feel his shudders, the tremors in his muscles.

  “I’m going to bottom out, Lily, put my whole cock in you. I want you to take all of me. I want you to feel every inch of my cock and know who you belong to.”

  “Yes!”

  He loops his arms under mine to pin me flat against the bed. His hips slam harder and harder as his cock pistons in my pussy, every drive rubbing against a knot of nerves under my front wall that makes me shiver with pleasure.

  “Mine,” he grits out.

  “Daddy!”

  “Cum for me. I want to feel your first orgasm.”

  My pussy clenches, the tugging in my belly unbearably sharp, and my walls ripple around his cock as I curl my toes and dig my fingers into his back. The orgasm leaves me gasping.

  I feel him tense between my walls, blasting me with hot, overflowing cum that seeps out around his shaft.

  “Good girl.”

  I moan as Dalton pulls back, his still-hard cock trailing strands of cum.

  He pulls off my rumpled dress and his eyes soften for a moment when he sees me nude for the first time. He slips off my drenched panties and lays the clothes aside as his eyes drink in my body.

  “There’s going to be some new rules around here,” he growls.

  Chapter Four

  Dalton

  What have I done? I push the thought away. What I did was wrong, but when I look down at her claimed pussy, wet with our cum, I only feel how right it was.

  I’m hungry for more.

  The trust in her bright eyes, still so innocent, makes my chest ache, and I don’t deserve either. But there’s no turning back now. I’ve taken her virginity in her own bed, and instead of pondering how fucking wrong that is, all I can think about is how tight her virgin pussy felt wrapped around my hard cock. The smell of her. Her soft body that I’m going to worship.

  Lily whimpers in complaint when I touch her clit, and she grabs my hand, torn between pushing me off and pulling me in. Her body still sensitive, she can’t decide if she wants another orgasm.

  I decide for her. Taking her hand away, I hold a finger to her mouth, and the way she tries to suck it makes my balls boil.

  “Stop that, angel.”

  She lets go of my finger and pouts back, and the thought of burying my cock in her mouth makes my balls ache. I pull her wrists above her head and reach for her slit. She brings her thighs together, moaning and shaking.

  “Open your legs, Lily.” Her pussy looks raw and pink, and I need to soothe her. “I’ll make you feel better.”

  My voice sounds like another man’s, some beast of a man. I’ve never lost my cool with a woman before, never mind throwing myself on top of one.

  Lily is different.

  She’s mine, all mine. And I’m hers. I’ll be whatever she needs me to be, whatever her heart desires. I’ll keep her safe and make her cum on my cock. I’ll be balls deep in that sweet pussy every day and no one can stop me. Nothing will deny me. I will demolish anything that gets between us.

  She brings out a side of me I didn’t know existed, and I want nothing more than to hold her in my arms—before I bend her under me and do nasty, filthy things to her soft body.

  “You’re still hard,” she whispers.

  “Because of you, angel.”

  A blush creeps over her cheeks that makes my heart twist, my cock tugging up. I look over the marks I left on her breasts, her shoulder, my cum on her thigh and the swollen lips of her pussy, and I want to be inside her again. My little princess. All mine. Her face reddens more at my gaze and I realize my expression isn’t comforting. She’s lost her virginity to a man who plunged his cock balls deep and I’m still glaring like I want to eat her.

  When I’m focused, when I’m intent on having my way, I look like a beast, a predator on the hunt. I know this. That’s why my business partners said I’m not good with clients. I can’t hide my feelings.

  “What’s wrong?” Lily tilts her head and covers her sex with one hand. She’s embarrassed. Now that she’s come down from her orgasm, the shadow of doubt darkens her pretty face. She grabs my wrist. “Don’t leave me.”

  I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss her fingers. “I’ll never leave you, angel.”

  She lets me kiss all over her knuckles.

  Frowning, I pull off the hand covering her pussy. “Don’t hide, baby. I want to see everything. You’re beautiful and I want to see what’s mine.” I add with a growl, “Never hide your little pussy from me.”

  Lily’s blush turns scarlet red before her eyes stray to my cock.

  I won’t hide from her either.

  Fresh cream seeps out of her dewy hole when I massage her folds. My cock grows rock hard, and I push my seed back into her, then trace my finger around her pussy and lower between her ass cheeks to a place I haven’t claimed yet. I feel the puckered skin of her warm asshole quivering and fight the urge to claim her once more.

  I control my urges, just barely.

  Lily whimpers and I rub my finger back to her little clit poking out.

  “This is mine,” I say harshly. “Now that I’ve shown you how good it feels, you’ll want to play with it all the time.” My thoughts turn nasty again, and I don’t give a fuck anymore. She deserves the best. I’ll give her everything, but that won’t stop me from taking what I want. “You may not play with it, Lily. When you want to cum, you come to Daddy. That’s a rule, little girl.”

  “Y-Yes.”

  I twirl my finger over her clit. “There’ll be other rules, Lily.”

  “And what happens if I break them?”

  “You’ll be disciplined,” I say.

  She licks her lip. “Disciplined?”

  Disciplined in the sweetest, dirtiest ways. It’s no more than an excuse to sate my desire for her and she knows it. I’ll spoil her often and discipline her even more often.

  “Good girl. Lie back now. I want to taste your sweet cunt.”

  Lily opens her legs as she bites her knuckles.

  I stroke my cock a few times to take the edge off. I can’t decide if I want to lick her or plunge myself back in, but with the way she’s trembling, I figure she’s had enough for one day. We have all the time in the world and I don’t want to hurt her. In a few weeks, she’ll be on my cock every single day. Every hour. I’ll breed her pussy.

  Right now I need to taste her, soothe her, and I lower my mouth to her pink flesh and drag my tongue up and down in her juices, so sweet that I start to suck at her cunt, pushing my tongue between her lips.

  Lily’s hands claw through my hair, her hips squirming into my face as I grab her ass cheeks and hold her firm. I feel the shudders in her body, the liquid heat of her innocent pussy flowing with new nectar. Her walls ripple around my tongue as my cock demands attention, aching to plunge back into her tight little hole.

  She whimpers my name as her body shudders.

  I lean back and smack her pussy lightly, unable to stop my animal instincts. A part of me wants to get her on all fours and fuck her hard and dirty, in both holes, in her mouth, and mark every inch of her curves with my cum.

  “I want back in
you, angel. You need to take my cum one more time.” It’s not a question. “I won’t fuck, I know you’re tender here. I’ll put my cock in you, and you just squeeze your pussy for me.”

  Nervous and wanting more, she licks her lip in reflex.

  I climb up her body, kissing my way over her stomach to her breasts and the dip between her collarbones, up her throat and chin to push her mouth open. Our tongues tangle, hers clumsily, but every second is heaven as her warm, sugary breaths pour into my body. A jolt shoots down my spine to my clinched balls.

  Pulling back so I can look into her eyes, I slide my cock forward until I feel her pussy parting before my head, her folds splitting open to let me back in. The feel of her hot flesh makes my balls draw up as I grind my teeth together.

  Then her velvet walls sheath my cock.

  I slide in halfway to feel her clenching. Pushing deeper, I don’t stop until my sac touches her body, and her cunt lips tighten around my base. My cock is fully seated inside her, hot juices squishing around me with every shift of my hips. I angle up, watching spasms play across her face when I rub my shaft against her feminine spot.

  “Oh!”

  “That’s your secret place, Princess.”

  Lily swallows. “Secret place?”

  “Yes, does it feel good?”

  “Amazing,” she moans.

  “It’s our secret now. That’s your naughty little spot, and I’m going to take care of it every time I fuck you.”

  Lily nods as tremors run through her body. “I’m feeling it again. I want to cum.”

  “Then you know what to do.” I wipe the damp hair out of her big eyes. “Ask for permission like a good girl.”

  “M-May I cum?”

  I kiss her forehead, my balls about to burst, and I drag my tongue over her ear and whisper, “Cum your heart out, precious.”

  Lily leans back as her walls flutter around me and she cries out. I grit my teeth until the sensation of her hot pussy pushes me over the edge. Cum shoots up my shaft in spurts. I drop to my elbows, groaning against her delicate body as I flood her with my seed.

  “I’ll only cum inside you, angel. I want you to be mine forever.”

  She doesn’t ask what would happen if she gets pregnant, but I already know. It’ll be one more way I make her mine, and she will be pregnant sooner or later because I’ll be breeding my sweet girl until her belly gets big and we make our own family.

  The doorbell wakes Lily from my arms. Her eyes are confused as she takes me in, and her body tenses. I hold her gaze, kissing her fingers, and my girl relaxes as she remembers what’s happened.

  “Dalton,” she says dreamily.

  “I’m here.”

  “That sound . . . ” she moans, complaining.

  “The doorbell, Lily. Hush now, I’ll take care of it.”

  She sighs and snuggles into my chest. “No one called or visited after Grandma died. I never felt so lonely. It was worse than the day I found out about Mom and Dad.”

  I hold her tighter, wondering what the hell’s going on in Willowbrook. I’ve visited this town so many times before, even before Sharon and Joseph had Lily. It used to be a friendly place, one of those tightly-knit communities where everyone knows everyone. I can’t believe they’d let Lily rot all alone when she needed help the most.

  Not anymore.

  “I’m here now,” I tell her. The damn doorbell gets louder and louder.

  “It must be Elijah,” Lily says. “He’s the only one who visits.”

  As much as I want to spend all day holding my darling in bed, I peel her arms off me, loving the way she grumbles like she’s already spoiled.

  Then I realize she mentioned a man’s name.

  Elijah.

  Another man has been visiting my angel. I don’t know who the fuck he thinks he is, but she won’t need him again. Then I pinch the bridge of my nose.

  Fuck, for all I know he’s merely a good Samaritan.

  Maybe.

  Yeah, right. Any man who sees Lily would want her. There’s no doubt in my mind what this Elijah is after.

  She sits up on her knees and pulls a sheet around her body to cover her tits.

  I tear the sheet away. “I told you, Princess, don’t cover yourself in front of me. You broke my rule.” I kiss her hard, letting her feel my need for her. Then I reach around and slap her plump little ass. Only one slap before I kiss her again. “I won’t discipline you this time because we have a visitor. Next time it’s over my lap. And when you’ve been really bad—” I can’t help the filthy words that leave me. “—Daddy will make you suck his cock.”

  Lily lets out a gasp and holds her mouth. “Really?”

  “Oh yes.”

  Her eyes shimmer and she smiles. “What else will you do, Daddy?”

  “I’ll put you on your hands and knees and take your other virgin hole. I’ll forbid you orgasms and spank that ass until it’s glowing red.”

  Cum leaks from my erection as Lily pouts, blushing as her nipples pucker, the bright flush of her body making me want to fuck her all over again. She wants more and my cock’s aching for her, but we can’t stay in bed all day. We can’t ignore the world no matter how much it would please my princess.

  “We don’t have to go down,” she huffs. “He’ll be back later, Elijah always comes back if I don’t answer.”

  “Lily, no one who rings the door for ten minutes is going away.”

  My girl grumbles, but I lift her off the bed and stand her up, kissing her forehead, massaging her shoulders. This Elijah better have a damn good reason to keep ringing that doorbell.

  While I watch, Lily picks out some shorts and a loose top from her closet. Her soiled white dress is puddled on the floor. I drape it over a chair, my eyes straying to her ass still red from my hand on the sofa. I curse my twisted urges, even though she’d been squealing with pleasure, and that same question burns in my mind: what the fuck is wrong with me?

  My cock, which had hardened while Lily was sleeping, starts to throb, and I stroke myself a few times as she turns around.

  “Aren’t you going to get dressed?” Lily asks.

  “Yes,” I growl with my cock hard.

  Her cheeks redden while I pull on my cum-stained briefs and slacks.

  We hurry downstairs, and I realize I’d torn my shirt open in my haste to claim her. Lily tells me to wait and returns with one of her father’s big shirts. Muttering, I put it on and try not to think what Joseph would do if he saw me with his daughter like this. What had happened between Lily and me was a spark that blazed into an inferno.

  It can’t be stopped. I shouldn’t want her, but I want her with every fiber of my body, every shred of my soul.

  She looks through the peephole. “Thought so. It’s Elijah.”

  “Get back, baby. Holding her by the shoulder, I open the door.

  Face to face with Elijah. It takes one look to confirm my suspicions, and he sizes me up at the same time and takes a step back. He knows what I’m about too. Then he’s gawking at Lily and bile rises in my throat.

  “Dalton Cormac,” I say, extending a hand.

  “Elijah Maxwell,” he says, returning my squeeze ounce for ounce, but his hand goes soft first and he winces as he withdraws. “Mayor of Willowbrook. I take it that monstrosity parked out front is yours, Mr. Cormac?”

  I glance at my SUV and spot the sheriff’s car parked beside it. Another man with a star on his chest is walking toward the porch, wearing a holster.

  “The vehicle is mine.” I put an arm around my princess. “I came for Lily.

  Elijah raises an eyebrow.

  “I’m her guardian,” I say gruffly. “If you want to see papers, I got them in the car. I’m taking over here.”

  The silence hangs until the sheriff reaches us. He puts his hands in his belt and says nothing. Clearly he wasn’t expecting me. “Sheriff’s Office, Bowie County.”

  “What’s this about?” I say curtly.

  Elijah clears his throat. �
��The girl doesn’t have anyone left. I’ve been checking in on her—”

  “Lily told me.” I sense Elijah wants more than to check in on her. “Thank you for the help, it’s no longer needed. I’ve known her family for years. Her father and I had an agreement, I’d take care of Lily if anything happened to him and his wife. I’m here now and I’m all she needs.”

  Lily puts her arm around my waist, and it makes my chest soar.

  “Yes, well, unfortunately, something has come up. That’s why I’m here today,” Elijah says with a blank face. “Lily has become a person of interest in the death of Rose Duchamp, her grandmother.”

  “What the fuck did you just say?”

  The sheriff touches his holster. “Easy, big man. It’s a routine visit.”

  “The hell it is.”

  Lily hugs me closer and I hear her breathing quicken.

  Elijah’s face screws up at how she holds me. “Rose was elderly but in perfect health,” he says. “She fell ill overnight and died. Such circumstances raise questions.”

  “It was food poisoning,” Lily whispers. “The hospital said—”

  “Of course it was,” Elijah says calmly. “But the sheriff’s office has opened an investigation, sweetheart. I didn’t want you to be all alone when he came to question you.”

  “I’m not alone,” Lily says.

  “She didn’t kill her grandmother,” I say. I don’t know what game Elijah’s playing, but he’s playing one. “You’re wasting your time.”

  “We still need to question her.” Elijah’s voice is oily smooth. “A mere formality, Mr. Cormac. No need to concern yourself. We take care of our own around these parts.”

  I glare back, a nauseous feeling growing in my stomach. “Not today. She’s not feeling well.”

  “She looks fine to me. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

  Every time he says sweetheart, I want to smash his teeth.

  Lily stiffens against my body. I have enough lawyers working for me to know a few things about the law, and I’m about to ask Elijah to come the hell back with a warrant before I slam the door in his face.