Angel

by Dani Wyatt

  The muscles in my legs shake as jets of my cream fill every space she has. It weeps out around my girth in opal dots, washing away in the water on the floor of the shower. I hold myself tight as she recovers, and the final spasms of my cum find their home.

  Chapter Sixteen

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  MAGNUS

  “You were the one that paid for mom’s funeral, weren’t you? You sent those flowers, the hundred dozen white roses. And then, that day after I told you Cherokee had died, I got an email from the humane society saying someone had donated five thousand dollars in his name.”

  I nod, slightly ashamed of my own cowardice. “I should have done more, baby. Daddy should have taken better care of you, shouldn’t have waited this long. You’re such a special girl, I knew it all along. I wanted you, but I held back. I had this ugliness going on in my life and I didn’t want it to touch you. I wasn’t even sure whether or not I’d be going to prison. You were the only thing that brought life to my days in the last three months, Angel.”

  She’s snuggled into my lap as flames crackle and pop in the fireplace. We’re sitting at a side table as I feed her the dinner she’d requested. Macaroni and cheese, with noodles in the shapes of Disney characters. Yep, they make that. And I made sure to have some delivered yesterday along with everything else. Somehow, I just knew.

  We’ve been locked down here at the cabin for going on five days now, and I don’t want to give her up. She’s had me read Beauty and the Beast to her three times and I’ll do it a thousand more if that’s what she wants.

  I needed her like this, all to myself until the world came calling again. She’s told me things I wish I had known before. Like that she was evicted from her apartment. That all of her belongings, the things she’s had since childhood, the things she inherited from her mom... they’re all still inside. Doomed to be tossed in a dumpster because she can’t come up with the back rent on her own. Well, all that has changed now. The apartment is secure, bought and paid for, and I’m having her things boxed up and sent here where they’ll be safe.

  I got her set up on a computer too. Who knew someone her age was so technophobic. But we talked a lot about her dyslexia. I made a few phone calls and have a specialist that is going to start working with her in a couple weeks. In the mean time, he gave us a few online programs for her to use to start to help.

  “Do you think they’ll like me?” She dabs the linen napkin at her lips then drapes her arms around my neck and I melt.

  “Baby, they’ll love you.”

  We’ve got a dinner planned for tonight with my sister and brother. Angel invited her friend, Andrea as well.

  “What do I call you?” She scrunches up her nose. “When people are around.”

  “Well, I think in our house, with the people we love, you can call me Daddy. If they don’t understand, then that’s their problem. I don’t ever want to hide who we are, baby. But let’s see how you feel when they are here. I don’t ever want you to be uncomfortable. Out in the world, in public, you can call me Magnus. Or just whisper ‘Daddy.’ Now sit up straight.” I kiss her hair and spoon a heaping, steamy pile of cheesy noodles between her lips as she wiggles into my lap. “Baby, I’m so sorry you had to go through all that on your own. Thinking you had nothing, nowhere to go.” I shake my head. “Nobody should ever have to stay in a place like that.”

  “It’s okay. I was only homeless for a couple of days. Made me grow up a little.”

  “Just don’t grow up too much, my Angel. Daddy likes you just the way you are.”

  “Thank you so much. You’re just a big, sweet teddy bear. My big teddy bear.” She kisses my cheek and my heart just about pops right out of my chest.

  Epilogue One

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  CHASTITY

  One month later

  “You know what Daddy needs, now it’s your job to give it to me, baby.” Magnus’s rippled torso catches the light from the sunrise. My fingers tingle as they bury deep into the tufts of dark hair that adorn his chest. I love his body hair, the way it winds down from his torso, pointing the way to his cock and then decorating his legs. “You’re going to give Daddy one of your very special mouth hugs. Your mouth. My cock.”

  He knows mornings are not my thing, but this is important to him and I love making him happy.

  He settles on the edge of the bed. I’m a tangled mess, as usual, my hair has a mind of its own, especially after sleeping on top of Daddy all night. No, that’s not quite right. Yes, I was on top of him all night, but he was also inside me all night.

  He said that’s been one of his fantasies since the moment he met me. Sleeping with his cock inside me. And I love making his fantasies come true. Because he makes mine come true every day.

  “I’m yours Daddy.” I roll over and curl myself around where he’s sitting. My mouth is already watering as I inch-worm my way over until my face is on his naked lap. The coarse texture of the hair on his thighs rubs against my cheek. “Can I put it in my mouth? I want it very, very much. I want you, Daddy. I always want you. My pussy is wet already.”

  I creep forward half crawling, licking my lips as his dark eyes follow my movements and he gently pets my wild hair away from my face. His arm darts to the bedside table, coming back with a ponytail holder and he makes quick work of getting my hair out of the way.

  He has to watch, he always wants to watch. I think that is my favorite part. Well, one of them anyway. I have so many favorite parts of my life with Daddy, it’s hard to pick, but the way he looks at me is definitely one of them. The look in his eyes tells me so much. He looks at me like I might disappear at any moment and maybe this is the last glimpse he’ll ever get. Every moment he makes me feel like I’m the most important part of his life.

  “Lick it, baby. Be a good girl, start with your tongue today. Daddy wants to see you lick it like it’s your favorite lollipop.”

  My hand shoots out from under me, taking hold of his full erection. It’s rarer for me to see him without one than with one, and I have to say I love his desire for me. And he needs to know I desire him, that’s what he needs from me, so I try to tell him and show him whenever I can.

  My tongue reaches out and taps at the slit where I see the drops of liquid waiting for me.

  I bat my lashes as I moan, tasting him on my tongue, watching as his eyes drift. I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock and take a quick, playful bite, making him laugh.

  “Now, don’t get yourself in a pickle, little one. You keep that up... Your bottom is still red from last night. You want another layer of ouchies, you just keep that up.”

  I curl the tip of my tongue around the deep ridge, under the helmet, which is already throbbing and turning a deep bluish-purple from all the blood. I love that part, when I can feel how much he wants me, when the tip is soft and hard at the same time.

  I follow the vein that stands out like a slithering snake on the top side, flicking my tongue and teasing up and down until he lets out a pained sigh.

  “I loved sleeping with my cock inside you, baby. You know that’s my favorite way to sleep with you. Daddy needs that. He needs you to want him all the time, like he wants you. When you fall asleep on my chest like you do, with my dick clutched in that tiny, tight pussy, you make Daddy so happy, Angel. Just like you are doing right now.”

  I’m getting lost in the moment, moaning as I lick up and down, getting him slick with spit just the way he taught me. I never dreamed I would love this so much, but I do. The flavor of his cum is the best way to wake up, and we always start the day with loving each other. Daddy calls it our ‘know and show’ time. He needs to know how much I want him, and he needs to show me how much he wants me. Always.

  I pop up onto my knees. The sleepy feelings are gone and the tingle between my legs is better than any coffee. Daddy got me off already with his fingers this morning. He likes to finger me while I’m still sleeping, makin
g me cum when I’m still half in my dreams. He whispers wonderful, dirty things in my ear when he does it and I cum almost immediately. He knows my body and what I need even better than I do.

  Then he usually gets up and showers, does some work while I sleep a bit more. He’s like a machine. I think he only sleeps four or five hours a night, whereas I’m barely functioning with my eight or nine.

  “That’s such a good girl.”

  The tip is tapping at my tonsils and I’m sucking so hard the sound of my effort fills the room. I used to be embarrassed about the funny little noises that come with sex, but Daddy taught me very quickly there is nothing to be embarrassed about. When it comes to us, I’ve learned it’s all about our love, and there is nothing bad about love. It made me feel so secure. He likes that I’ve turned into his little sex toy. And I like that he wants me that way, too. He told me no one else has ever made him even think of the things we do together, and I love that we are the first for each other in so many ways.

  My own sounds of pleasure as I feel his erection tighten under the slick skin match the grunts and curse words that he’s letting out in generous portions. I love listening to him like this, making him nearly helpless, lost in the moment. Giving him so much pleasure that he loses himself completely. He has power over me, but he tells me over and over that I’m really the one running the show.

  “Fuck, Angel, you suck my cock so good, your mouth should be sainted.” He lays back on the bed, throwing his arms straight up over his head, giving me even better access. I kneel next to his hips, working up and down as my boobs bounce under me, slapping against his side with every down stroke.

  I gather his balls in the palm of one hand while the other twists and pumps along the base of his cock, and Daddy’s hips tighten in an upward thrust, sending the thick head down my throat until I see stars. The gagging sounds start, but Daddy likes that too, and the tears fill my eyes.

  “Take it all, sweet baby. You’re making Daddy cum, princess. Just a little more, take it, make Daddy so happy——” The tension in his voice reaches for the ceiling with each word.

  The curse words start again and I open my throat so that the head of his cock can fill it. The explosion starts with a jet of hot cream, and I instinctively begin to swallow. I drop one hand down between my legs, playing with my clit as my own release spins and tightens inside of me.

  We cum together, in a fit of moans mixed with Daddy’s swearing.

  His cum is dripping down my chin, joining the happy tears that cover my face from the effort I always put into sucking him. He gives me so much, has given me so much... This is one way I can show him how much I appreciate him.

  “Fuck, baby, how do you get better at that every time? You nearly sucked me dry. I may never find my balls again, the way you deflated them.”

  I giggle, and he sits up, immediately kissing me. He loves when his cum is on my lips, and this time I have a surprise for him.

  “Why are you holding your lips closed, baby? You know I want to give you a big girl kiss.”

  I smile, then open my mouth, sticking my tongue out just a little bit so he can see.

  “Oh, sweet girl. You know I love to see that. I know how hard it is to hold it in your mouth.” He leans over and holds my cheeks tight, looking down at me as I hold most of his load in my mouth. He looks so proud it makes my heart soar. “Rub it all over you. I want to see you wear it for me.”

  He dabs two fingers into the slick cream on my tongue, then starts to rub it on my tightened nipples. Another moment and he sees my fingers are still down between my legs. A gruff smile breaks across his face, slicing his beard open with the sight of bright, white teeth.

  His hand cups over mine, moving my fingers inside me. “Angel, you keep your fingers in that pussy of mine. I’ll busy myself making sure you have my scent all over you today. I want everyone to smell me on you, to know you’re mine.”

  He lets go and brings his hand under my mouth, and I release his cum into his cupped fingers, then give him a broad smile.

  “Are you nervous, babygirl?”

  He starts to rub the slick combination of spit and jizz down my breasts, over my soft belly. My breasts. Down the insides of my thighs.

  “A little. But you’ll be right there, so I’ll be fine.”

  “Keep playing with that clit, baby, I didn’t tell you to stop.” He waits for me to do as I’m told before he continues. “And yes, you are right, I will be right there with you. You just answer the questions they ask, tell the truth and then we’re done. My attorney will be there to intervene if needed.”

  “But what if they ask about what you did?”

  “Then answer. I’m not afraid—I was protecting you. Besides, they aren’t interested in what happened after the fact, baby. Andrea was right to file a complaint against that piece of shit, and you have every right for your story to be told as well. What he did broke the law, he’s lucky this is just a company investigation. I can’t believe he has the nuts to try to fight his dismissal. But, stupid is as stupid does, I suppose.”

  He shifts on the edge of the bed, reaching down and I hear the snaps on his prosthetic coming off. I shudder with delight as I’m sure I know what coming. Something special, something I asked him for a week ago, embarrassed that he would think I was perverse. But, ends up, it’s become one of the ways he can make me cum almost faster than his mouth. And he loves to see me cum, even this way.

  “Lean back baby.”

  He brings up the base of his leg. The smooth skin curved with a deep silver scar that reminds me of a smile. I call it his other mouth now and I spread my legs as he brings the flesh at the base of his leg to my pussy, rubbing and gliding up and down. Increasing the pressure and tempo.

  “I’m going to cum again if you keep doing that.”

  The sight of his massive, naked body is almost enough to send me over the edge, but the gleem in his eye makes it almost impossible to hold back.

  “Don’t you cum, Angel. You didn’t ask permission.” He pulls back leaving me feeling lost for a moment. “Hold that thought baby, today is a special day.”

  He flips me over onto all fours with one swoop of his hand, making me flail around and suck a startled breath into my lungs. My heart is already thumping faster and faster because I love when he manhandles me like this.

  “I’m sorry, I was just telling you——”

  His hand squeezes over my mouth, stopping my words. “That’s the problem, baby, you don’t tell me. I tell you. Now, look up in that mirror.” He points toward the wall with a straight arm.

  Just yesterday, Daddy installed a giant mirror over the headboard of the bed.

  I squeak from under his hand. Even as he moves behind me he’s powerful enough to keep me in place. I look up to see us both centered in the massive reflection, and I know now why he wanted the mirror. Seeing his form behind me makes me bleat, a mixture of pleasure and awe. The sight of us together only makes me realize just how huge he is. The beard, the muscle, the hair all over his body as he looms above my pale, crouched form is enough to send a gush of lady juice out of me, my body instinctively submitting to him.

  “I’m going to fuck your ass today, my little princess.” He moves a finger to tease at my tight bud making me flinch. “That’s what the mirror is for. I want you to see how beautiful you look the first time I fuck your tight little ass. I know you’ve been saving it just for me. Daddy’s so ready, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll go slow. You’re ready, I made sure so it won’t hurt.”

  His finger glides down my ass to enter my drenched opening, gathering out my slick juice and rubbing it on his cock. I’m mesmerized by the vision in the mirror.

  Goosebumps pepple my flesh delves inside me again, taking more of my slick lubrication and playing with it circling around my tight back entrance, pushing a finger inside to make me slick and ready, in and out, in and out.

  “You ready, baby?” He takes his hand off my mouth and places both of them on my ass. Pulling my b
utt cheeks apart, knowing he needs to see everything.

  I nod, almost on the verge of an orgasm just from the anticipation that this is finally happening. He’s been preparing my body for a month, working first one finger inside my ass, then two, before he and I played with a couple toys. He can make me cum easily now from the ass play, and now that it’s really time for him to put his cock inside me, I’m so excited I can barely breathe.

  “I’m ready, Daddy. I want it. I want it in my ass. Please, please.”

  The pleas are all he needs. He says my begging is his undoing. It reminds him how much I want him and need him, and he says that is what keeps his heart beating everyday.

  “Good girl. Now, you keep your eyes on yourself, I want you to see what you to remember the look on your face the first time my cock slides inside your ass.”

  With that, the tip of his cock slips to press against my back entrance, easy, even pressure starts immediately as he holds his erection in a tight grip, guiding it forward. I keep my eyes on the picture of us in the mirror. His face tense with restraint. I know he wants to fuck into me like he does my pussy, like it’s the last fuck he’ll ever have with me, but I trust him and I know he would never hurt me.

  I gasp as my body stretches and opens to him. A rumble comes from his chest and I watch his eyes close in the reflection as he lets out a long, slow breath, the muscles in his torso coursing like waves under the dark hair over his pectorals. Then his eyes snap open and he takes the first real thrust, driving the head of his cock inside me with a soft pop, and my mouth turns to an open gasp.

  “You okay, baby?” He grunts, barely able to get the words out.

  “Uh huh.” I nod, my hair a curtain around my face. I’m lost in the feeling of being stretched, filled with him. “Keep going, it feels so good, I want more.” I whimper and he answers with slow, even strokes.

  Before I know it, my body heaves with an orgasm that comes from nowhere, crashing over me with sparks and flashes like a bucket of glitter. He deepens his even thrusts as I go off, making the climax explode, the room losing focus as I scream his name, begging him, “Daddy, don’t stop. Never, ever stop, Daddy.”