Bundle of Angel

Angel Series

Book I: Naughty Angel

Book II: Their Angel

Book III: Another for Angel

Gia Blue

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This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

Editor: Marisa Chenery | Cover Artist: Gia Blue

Daddy caught me in bed with Jeremy Dettling, getting fucked in the ass and talking dirty. To make matters worse, I was, of course, calling Jeremy “Daddy”. Because, yeah, I’ve got a total thing for my stepdad. And it’s not as if I even grew up with him or anything. He was my stepdad for all of a year and he spent that traveling with Mom all the time.

My pussy creams for him. Hard core. I want him in my ass, my mouth, my pussy, between my breasts. If any part of my body can get fucked, I want him doing it.

So Jeremy is fucking me deep, on his knees, ass to his heels and I’m mimicking the position, resting on his lap, prick deep inside me. He pushes in nice and slow, stretching me, making sure every nook and cranny is stuffed with his cock.

“
Fuck, Daddy. Give it to me.”

He retreats, pulling out the tiniest bit before shoving forward hard, jarring my breasts. I lean my head against his shoulder, taking it all.

“
Such a dirty little slut, getting fucked in the ass by her daddy.” Jeremy doesn’t mind playing my games. It gets him off. Not as much as me, but he likes fucking me so he goes along.

My pussy creams, juice just dripping down my thighs, clenching and aching to be filled by another cock. I’ve never done double penetration, but I’m sure I’d love it.

I slip a hand between my thighs, fingers finding my clit with ease, and I circle the little nub. Round and round, dragging my pleasure higher.

He pulls out a little more and slams back in once again, one of his hands reaching around to pinch a nipple. The other grips my shoulder, shoving me down on his dick, giving it to me harder. I raise a little, giving him more room to fuck my back hole. I’m so tight back there, gripping him, and I revel in the dirty, the forbidden, feelings clawing through my body.

“
Fuck me, harder Daddy. Your dirty slut wants more.”

Jeremy takes advantage of the space, tipping and raising his hips, shoving that fat cock into me over and over again, give and take. His breath is harsh in my ear, those nasty words urging me on.

“
My whore. Daddy fucker. My cum-slut.” His voice is a deep growl, washing over me.

My pussy clenches hard, shudders of pleasure shimmying through me, telling me my orgasm is close. Those tremors in my cunt bring my nerves to life. I want it, crave it like my next breath. I’m bouncing on his prick, his shaft feels as if it’s growing inside me, more hints of pain making me hotter, needier.

“
Fuckmefuckmefuckme...”

Jeremy grunts, increases his pace, “Take it.” Brutal thrusts and the sound of damp, slapping flesh war with the sound of our pants. “Take it all, bitch.”

“
Ah!” My pussy clenches tight, walls closing in on each other, pleasure emanating from my cunt, filling me from heat to head, rocketing through my entire being, pumping in my veins, stealing my breath in that moment. My heart stutters, beat tripping and stumbling while the ecstasy seeps into every pore. God, it’s as if my very blood is heated and burning me from inside out.

He pumps into me, once, twice and again before he freezes, cock hard and deep, pulsing in my channel. I know he’s coming. I did that. Me. My ass. My hole.

The mere thought sends another shiver through me, aftershocks of my orgasm boil over me and I shiver, my heart slowing, breathe becoming normal once again.

“
Goddamn, Angelica.” His voice is a low whisper.

Jeremy gives my nipple one last pinch and then slips back behind me, nudging between our bodies. Probably to hold the condom on as he retreats and I ease forward to hands and knees, moaning at the loss of his cock.

I love cock. Love to be filled with it, taste it.

My eyes have been closed this whole time, imaging my stepdad behind me, filling me, fucking me until I can’t breathe. I open them and now my heart isn’t stuttering anymore, no it’s frozen in my chest, not beating, not doing a damned thing. I’ve died. Right here on the bed, tits hanging, well-fucked and shocked beyond belief.

I’m eighteen. An adult. A grownup as far as the government is concerned.

But right now, my gaze is locked on my stepdad. In the flesh. He’s shirtless, as always when he’s home, and staring at me. His expression a mixture of shock and something I’ve never seen before.

A strangled groan comes from behind me and I figure Jeremy must have just caught sight of my stepdad.

The truth is he’s not my stepdad anymore. He’s been divorced from my mom for years and I’m living in his pool house after my most recent falling-out with her. But she’s a hot cougar, which means my stepdad is only, like, thirty-five. A very hot thirty-five.

And I still introduce him to my friends as my dad. Well, because it gets me hot.

“
Mr. Morelli, I...”

His face darkens, a deep red stealing across his features and the vein in his temple is throbbing. Not a good sign.

I snatch my blanket to my chest, covering my naked, sweat-soaked body with the cool fabric.

“
Out.” One word, growled between his clenched teeth.

Not good.

I need to remind myself I’m an adult. Right. Sorta.

Jeremy doesn’t seem to need to be told twice. He bounds from my bed, snatching his clothes from the ground before his slips by Luca, their bodies not touching.

Luca Morelli. Even his name is sexy. Mom always had good taste in men. Luca, my own Italian stallion. In my fantasies, anyway. He’s tall and built. His olive-toned, tanned skin draws me along with his midnight black hair and those dark brown eyes. Yum.

Of course my fantasies aren’t really happening right now.

Because in my dreams, he catches me and then ravishes me, making me forget any other man. I’ve really been reading too many romance novels.

Seriously.

We just stare at each other, my blue-eyed gaze caught in his brown. I’m barely breathing, waiting for what he’s gonna say. I know he’s not my “real” dad. That guy is long gone. But I don’t like disappointing Luca, and I’m figuring getting fucked in the pool house and calling the guy Daddy might be the tiniest bit over the top for him.

He’s always seemed like a missionary type of guy. Doesn’t mean I want him any less. If he gave me a chance, I’d just get used to being on my back all the time. It’d be worth it to get my hands on him.

Finally, after what feels like fifteen minutes ticks by, he speaks. “Damn it, Angel.” He runs a hand through his hair, mussing it, making him look even hotter with the disheveled strands sticking up. “What am I gonna do with you?” He growls and my pussy responds, tightening, aching to be filled. I love that growl, that deep timbre of his voice.

“
Fuck me?” Can’t help it. I’m already fucked, in a not nice way, might as well go for broke.

Luca moans, drops his head against the wall and closes his eyes. “Angel.”

The way he says my name gets to me. The deep rolling voice, the shortened form of Angelica. I’m his Angel. Dirty as I am.

“
Daddy?” I keep my voice light, small, hoping to tempt him.

“
Angelica, we can’t. We’ve talked about this.”

“
But...”

He blows out a breath, harsh and quick. “You need to stop picking up random guys, Angel. You’re gonna get yourself in trouble and--”

I crawl forward a bit, moving on my knees. “It wouldn’t happen if I had you. I’d only do you.”

One of his hands twitches, pulling my focus from his face to his hips. I’m spellbound, watching while he brings it to his groin, palms his cock. And I can see the bulge there, waiting for me. My mouth. My hands.

I lick my lower lip, mouth watering. “Luca...”

I’ve done things like this, getting caught, from the time I moved in on my eighteenth birthday. Six months I’ve traipsed through the main house in barely nothing, lying out by the pool in even less. Sometimes even going topless, excusing my nakedness by saying I didn’t want tan lines on my tits.

Can’t have tan lines.

“
Only me, Angel.”

My nipples harden, pussy creaming, growing wetter at the mere idea that he’s relenting. Even a little. Until I get his cock in me, I’m not assuming anything.

I open my mouth, whisper, not wanting to break the spell. “Only you.”

He steps forward, that normal rolling gate, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. I lower the blanket, expose my body to his gaze. It should be familiar to him by now, but his eyes widen, tongue slips out to wet his lips. Luca looks hungry, needy. His palm hasn’t strayed from his erection, hand sliding up and down, cloth separating skin from skin.

“
Any way I want.”

I nod. “Any way.” He can’t do anything to me that I haven’t already done with guys I’ve picked up from bars.

“
Whatever I want.”

“
Yes.” Two feet separate us, my gaze locked on his.

I don’t move. Can’t. I’m afraid of moving. Don’t want to scare him, pounce on him and fuck myself with his dick.

“
I’m clean. I’ve never fucked without a condom, but I’m coming in you, Angel. You’re mine.”

I come. Right there. Pussy just fucking exploding in pleasure and I can’t stop the shudders, the shivering and the fucking joy that pours through me. I moan and drop my ass to my knees, hump the air for a moment, pinch my nipple to prolong the pleasure a bit. “Yours.” I raise my hips, aching. “Only yours. Nothing between us. Nothing.”

I can’t help my reaction. I’m a sexual animal. Words, looks, bodies...it all turns me on.

Eyes closed, I don’t see the slap coming, couldn’t imagine that Daddy would react like that. He smacks my pussy, palm connecting with my lower lips, palm colliding with my over-sensitized skin. I open my eyes and scream. “Fuck!”

He pets the pain away and I keep my hips rocking, stealing a bit more pleasure from his touch, panting as my arousal spikes higher. “Yeah...” I try to push down on his hand, grind against him, but he just smacks my pussy again, a quick, sharp slap followed by the tender touches.

“
No. It’s mine. Your body is mine. Take what I give you. You’re my dirty little girl, aren’t you?”

I whimper. He’s so strong and commanding. He’s like that in everyday life, but he’s also pretty uptight. I had figured he’d be that way in the bedroom as well. I’m more than pleasantly surprised by this.