Protective Daddy

by Lena Little

  And I’m not questioning my decision to give myself to him one single bit.

  His chest ripples as he tosses his shirt to the side, his forearms flexing as he slides his trousers down. The man is huge, tall, and big in every single way. He’s the epitome of a protector, an alpha, a…Daddy.

  “I want to see everything,” I admit, as he kicks off his shoes. “And I want you to give me everything too.”

  “You mean this?” he teases, fisting his cock through his boxer briefs, the last piece of clothing on his body.

  “Exactly,” I whimper, wet with need and my words almost failing me my mouth is so dry.

  He slides down his underwear and his cock springs free, pointing right at me. My first thought is just how big it is, even after having seen it above me when he marked my skin with his load, I still can’t get over the size. I swear it’s somehow even bigger, thicker, angrier looking today.

  My second thought is how in the world is all that ever going to fit inside little ol’ me? How will I be able to handle him?

  But we’re perfect in all ways, I’m sure of it. And just like any obstacles life might put in our way I know we’ll find a way to make it work, to get what we both want.

  My eyes rake up from his rod and across his twelve-pack abs, yes twelve, before traveling across that ink again and finally reaching his face. He doesn’t even look human, more like a hungry beast. “You ready for this, Layla?” he growls, needing my confirmation one last time, clearly reading my mind as I questioned how this act of taking my virginity is even going to work. “You ready for all this to be stuffed inside you? It was made for you and you alone, after all. It’s yours. It belongs to you just like you belong to me.”

  He fists his cock and moves closer to the middle of the bed, standing there hovering over me.

  “Yes. I want you. I need you. I want it all…Daddy.”

  With his other hand, he touches my face gently, goosebumps instantly forming across the entirety of my body. I prop myself up on my elbows and place my hand on his cock, trying to wrap my hand around its girth and failing miserably. I bring a second hand up and he removes his. Stacking my hands I’m still not even close to half his length and my worries about how he’s going to fit inside me kick up in my stomach again.

  “Just like that, angel. Up and down,” he grunts as I slide my hands up and down his shaft. Not really sure what to do I lean in and lick the tip before taking as much of him as I can into my mouth, but my head quickly jerks back as I gag.

  He moves onto the bed, sliding a hand underneath me. “Don’t worry, honey. You’ve got plenty of time to learn how to do that. But right now you’ve got nothing to do. Just lay there and let Daddy have his way.”

  My upper body falls back onto the bed as he cups my face, his body bending forward as he kisses me hard, possessively.

  His thick cock presses into my skin, my belly divoting from its weight and pressure as I feel my own saliva on the crown of his rod grinding into my skin.

  “We’re damn close to me shoving myself inside you, covering you with my seed, and filling you with everything you need to make our first baby. You ready for that, precious?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I whimper.

  He groans, kissing me even harder before he quickly begins tongue fucking me. But I’m ready for the real thing.

  His knees slide back and the weight of his body pins me to the mattress. Next thing I know I feel his thick digits gripping my wrists, bringing them up and over my head.

  “Anything you don’t like you say the word ’rooster.’ You understand?”

  I nod, but apparently it’s not enough.

  “I need to hear you say it. That you understand.”

  “I understand, Daddy. I’m ready to play and I know that if Daddy gets too rough I can stop it at any time with the word he chose.”

  “That’s right. You’re always in control, even if it doesn’t seem like it.”

  “I don’t want it to seem like it. I want Daddy to lose control so I can too.”

  “Oh, Daddy’s on the edge of losing control right now,” he smirks, as I feel my wrists being wrapped in something silky, like a scarf possibly, and quickly he releases my wrists and I go to move my hands forward only to discover I can’t.

  “You like that, baby girl? You like not being able to move your hands?”

  “I like it all, Daddy. But why can’t I move my hands during our game?”

  “So Daddy can tease you, take you to the brink and pull back, heightening your pleasure, little one.”

  He kisses his way down my neck and across my collarbone and instantly I understand exactly what he means.

  I want to rake my hands in his hair. I want to grip his skull and press his mouth into my flesh. I want to grab his face and kiss him hard.

  And I can’t, exactly due to his design.

  My upper body arches into his lips, but his hunger is so intense his mouth pushes me right back down to the sheets. For long minutes all he does is kiss me as if he’s memorizing each and every inch of my body with his tongue before he arrives at my mons pubis.

  He engulfs my clit in his mouth and does exactly what he did the other day, exactly what got me off.

  “Daddy, I’m close,” I call out, and just like that, his lips leave my flesh.

  “We don’t want you finishing too early. We need to come together, honey. The perfect conception.”

  I swallow hard just before he scissors his long inches through my folds, putting me right back on the precipice, in danger of falling over the edge.

  His cock picks up speed, moving quickly through my wetness as he leans in and kisses me so gently on the neck, just below my ear. The dichotomy of his movements is nearly too much, and I try to hold back my climax.

  “You’re a good girl for waiting on Daddy.”

  “Uh huh,” I whimper.

  “Because I know you know just how much Daddy wants to tear through that unclaimed hymen of yours and make you his forever. Isn’t that right?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I spit out as quickly as possible in one breath. “I know and I want it too,” the words explode from my lips.

  “Fuck yeah, baby girl,” he groans, his forehead coming to rest on mine, his eyes closing just before he inhales a quick burst through his flared nostrils. His eyes reopen as he jaw clenches and his five o’clock shadow grazes across my skin.

  Suddenly he flips me over onto my tummy, spreads my cheeks, and stares down my most forbidden place. How he unhooked my silk restraints I don’t even know. I’m lost, everything is happening so fast.

  “Fuck me, Daddy,” I cry out.

  “Not yet,” he grunts, allowing my cheeks to settle back into place just before bringing a palm down across them, the sting causing me to lurch forward, the pain instant.

  He keeps his hand in place, rubbing my flesh, kneading my globes.

  “I owed you one, naughty girl. Plus I know how much you like it.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He spanks me over and over again as he fists my hair, pulling my head back at an angle so I can watch, and I’m prepared to watch until the end of eternity.

  I want more. I need more.

  “You know Daddy’s going to claim this hole too, right?”

  “Which hole, Daddy?”

  “Your tight little asshole, princess. But not tonight,” he quickly adds, my mouth dropping wide open first in shock and secondly in need. Oh, how I want to feel him breach all my orifices.

  “But first, Daddy needs that pretty, little, pink pussy of yours. He needs to fill it with his cock.” He pauses, flipping me back over again and staring me down. “But if you want it you’ve got to ask me for it.”

  “I want it, Daddy. I want you.”

  “More,” he demands.

  “I’m begging you, Daddy. Fuck my wet pussy and make me whole. I’m your little girl, always have been and always will be, now show me who my Daddy is now and forevermore.”

  In one move he places the c
rown of his cock at my opening and thrusts his hips, his length breeching me, breaking through my hymen, claiming my virginity in one go.

  I gasp in a breath of air, my body stretching in a way I can barely take. But just as the pain seems too much to bear, endorphins take over and a wave of pleasure washes through me, my body welcoming the unexpected guest. My body wanting more. My body demanding his seed.

  Logan stills as if to give me a second to adjust.

  “Fuck, angel. You’re so tight. So perfect. Your pussy is like a glove for my cock. We were meant for each other.”

  “Daddy?” I say quietly.

  “Yes, baby girl?”

  “Am I still a virgin?”

  “Those days are over. You’re mine now, honey. Mine always.”

  His words shoot straight through me, causing my whole body to vibrate as he slowly eases his cock out of me. His hand comes forward and massages my throat ever so gently. “And now that you’re mine I’m going to show you what that really means…by fucking you so good you never forget it.”

  With hips rocking back and forth, he enters me and slides out over and over and over again. His body picks up speed as my own body accommodates his size, as he bottoms out inside me with each thrust.

  My body is covered in sweat and I gasp for air.

  “Yeah, Layla baby. That’s it right there. Take Daddy’s cock like a good girl,” he orders as he hits yet another gear, his thrusts coming even faster than I thought humanly possible.

  “Daddy…I…I…I need to come,” I manage to get out, praying he doesn’t ask for anything more because there’s nothing left in the tank.

  “Me too. Together. On three. One,” his hips hit warp speed as he calls out the first number. “Two,” he says grabbing me by the hips and thrusting into me so wildly my body comes up off the bed, flailing like a rag doll. My hair flies every which way, covering my face like a wet mop.

  “Three! Come for Daddy. Come on Daddy’s cock.”

  And that’s exactly what I do, as a wave washes through me and an absolute tsunami release from my center. My body shakes and quivers as I unload my cream onto his dick just as I feel a hot jet fill me, followed by another and another.

  I look up and see him gritting his teeth as he tips his hips even farther forward, making sure he’s completely seated inside me as aftershock after aftershock leaves him, my pussy milking him for every last drop.

  Just like that he collapses on top of me, our bodies a sweaty mess of desires finally fulfilled after waiting for so long. I’ve finally experienced the man I’ve always wanted, and it was absolutely worth the wait. Every. Last. Second.

  “I can’t see,” I say, and he rolls off me.

  “Keep your eyes closed for a second, precious,” he comforts, gently putting his hand over my face. “It will come back. You have to remember you just had a once in a lifetime experience.”

  “Literally,” I quip.

  “Your body needs a second to adjust, and that includes your head.”

  I reach for him, unable to see him with my eyes closed, but it doesn’t matter as he doesn’t make me wait. He pulls me into an embrace, our hearts pumping in rhythm as I rest my chest against his, my head tucked into the crook of his neck.

  A few seconds later I open my eyes to the sight of stars, and reality. A reality that is somehow better than the fantasy I created alone so many nights in my room.

  His lips come down softly on the top of my forehead and a smile washes over my face as we just lie there, together, basking in our post-coital afterglow.

  I feel a finger at my opening and then he breaches me with a single digit.

  “Are you ready for more already?” I kid, knowing I will be in a second too, as soon as I can catch my breath.

  “I’m still focused on the first time, making sure everything I put inside you stays inside you where it belongs. We just made a baby. I know it just as sure as I know the sun will rise tomorrow, beautiful.”

  This is everything I always wanted, being held in his arms, hearing those words, thinking I might be carrying his child. Our child.

  I may only be eighteen years old but my life already feels complete. Nah, scratch that. Because of him, because of us, it’s just beginning. And with him by my side, it’s guaranteed to be perfect. Always.

  “I love you so damn much, little girl.”

  “I love you too, Daddy.”

  10

  Logan

  I’m so head over heels for my girl I don’t even notice Eric’s G-Wagon in the driveway until I’ve already pulled in and it’s already too late.

  All this time I’ve been obsessed with protecting his daughter from everyone and everything under the sun, I’ve slipped and forgotten to protect our relationship from the one and only man who could give us troubles, not that I’ll allow it, but he sure can try and he will if he suspects anything.

  Before I even get the Range Rover in park he’s out of the house waving his phone at me, an angry look plastered on his face. “Since when don’t you answer your phone?”

  Since I turned it off so as not to be distracted while claiming your daughter’s innocence.

  “Battery must have died.”

  He cocks an eyebrow at me as I step out of the car and Layla does the same before I can even get around to get the door for her and help her down.

  “And where were you two?” he asks, the suspicion in his tone not masked at all.

  “We were at breakfast. Everything all right?”

  “Since when?” he continues the questioning.

  “Since breakfast time. What crawled up your ass?”

  “Why are you wearing Logan’s shirt?” he asks Layla.

  Damn, this is blowing up fast and right in my face. I need to get it under control.

  “Eric, before you jump down our throats why don’t we all go inside and sit down.”

  “Stop right there,” he tries to boss me around, getting in my way. Now it’s my turn to cock an eyebrow to let him know he better watch himself around me. We both know who runs this ship and I’m not about to let anyone else have a turn at the wheel. “I want answers before you have time to think something up.”

  “You calling me a liar?”

  “I’m saying I want to know what the hell’s going on. When did you leave for breakfast?”

  “I told you. When we were hungry.”

  “You were hungry at two in the morning, because that’s when I got home. And it’s,” he twists his hand and looks at his wrist, “damn near noon now. That’s one hell of an appetite.”

  He moves closer to his daughter, but I’m not really sure why…until he leans in and sniffs her neck. “Why you little. That’s his fucking cologne!”

  “Dad!”

  “It’s not what you think,” I say, moving closer to Eric and grabbing him which only causes him to swing at me. I don’t even try and move, letting it connect with my shoulder, figuring it’s better to let him get some of the aggression out.

  “What the hell is it then?”

  “I love her,” I say straight to his face.

  “Get. The. Fuck. Out,” he says, pointing to the street. “Now!”

  The man is clearly losing it, and I can’t say I don’t understand why. The smartest thing to do right now, no matter how much it pains me, is to do as he says. I need to let him calm down and process everything because he’s obviously been stewing a good ten hours and ten minutes of trying to talk to him isn’t going to override the anger that’s had time to build inside.

  “I’ll be back for you,” I say to Layla. “Don’t ever think I won’t.”

  “No, you won’t because I’m sending her out of state to study. Now I know why you didn’t want her to go you sick fuck.”

  As messed up as it sounds I’m proud of Eric for showing me some backbone for once.

  I move toward my ride, slowly getting inside but never taking my eyes from him…until I give Layla one last look.

  She’s broken down in tears and I c
an’t do it. I just can’t leave.

  I jerk the key from the ignition and dart towards her, wrapping her up in a hug. “Everything’s going to be okay, baby girl.”

  And it’s that exact moment that Eric tries to negate my words, the sound of a Beretta handgun being clicked from automatic to live very audibly behind me.

  “I’ll be back for you,” I whisper again, raising my arms in the air and moving back to my ride. No matter how much I want to charge right at Eric I can’t and I won’t. I can’t risk harming myself, or him, because Layla needs us both right now. She just had me, and I had her, so the wise thing, no matter how much it pains me, is to give her some time with her father.

  Exiting their driveway I look in the rearview mirror, watching Layla run into the house, her head in her hands, as her dad slowly follows after her.

  He better be careful because although I know they’re going to have a conversation it better not get out of hand. He’s not just potentially yelling at his daughter anymore. He better realize he’s stepping on eggshells because now she’s mine, my woman.

  And I will be back for her, once and for all as soon as Eric comes to terms with reality, or in forty-eight hours…whichever comes first.

  11

  Layla

  Two nights later

  It’s been thirty-two hours since Logan walked out. Thirty-two hours since I’ve seen or heard from him, although that doesn’t mean he’s not trying. My father took my phone and is screening everything, which explains why he’s allowing Dan to come over tonight to study and finish up our project.

  He says he’s going to start watching me even more closely. Says he’s got tracking equipment installed on my possessions…equipment so high-grade military I’d never notice or find it.

  And he says I need to hang out with boys my own age.

  All I know about the last thirty-two hours is that I have about thirty-two crows feet forming at my eyes, my first. And probably about thirty-two gray hairs too, although since I’m a blonde I hope they blend.