Bundle of Angel (2 page)

“
Yes, Daddy.” He nudges my thighs wider, my lower lips separating with the movement and I’m rewarded with an even harder slap than before, palm colliding with my needy clit. “Daddy!” I can’t help the yell, the scream as my body responds. “Please?”

“
Can you come this way? Cream all over my hand?”

I lick my lips. I want to say yes, but... “I don’t know. Please?”

Luca strokes my pussy softly, feather-light touches. “No one has spanked this pretty cunt? You’re practically screaming for a spanking, aren’t you?”

I can’t hear anything but the pounding in my ears now, sensations overwhelming me, taking over and crashing all around me. He alternates between tender touches and sharp slaps, dirty, dirty words washing over me. Getting nastier with each passing moment.

The sound of skin against skin practically echoes off the walls. Not the hurried sounds of sloppy fucking. No, it’s tight, sharp and confident smacks against my pussy. Then there’s an overwhelming pressure there, the flat of his fingers crowding my clit, pressing hard and shaking back and forth. Quicker than a hummingbird’s wings he rubs it, tearing my orgasm from me, flinging me from aroused to exploding in less than two shakes.

“
Come on my hand, little girl. Now.” His mouth is next to my ear, hot breath fanning over my skin, and I can’t help but listen, break against his hand and sob his name.

“
Luca!”

I’m waiting for him to slow, let the pleasure ebb a little like most men I’ve been with. They let me come down before we start over.

Not Luca.

Still riding the wave, he slaps my pussy.

“
Again.”

Smack.

“
Come you dirty slut.”

He fists my hair, yanks my head back and rubs his face against my neck, five o’clock shadow scratching my skin. One last slap and I’m coming again, gushing over the sheets, cunt spasming, and I’m beyond words, just screams and sobbing and I don’t know which way is up. I simply know white hot, pure pleasure and how it overwhelms me, takes over my body.

Then I’m leaning back, tender hands petting me, soothing me, cuddling me close and laying me on the bed, sweet words filling my ears and easing me back to the present.

“
So beautiful, my Angel. Daddy’s little angel.”

The shift from nasty ecstasy to tender touches leaves me reeling, unable to find the ground beneath my feet.

“
Such a good girl.”

“
Luca?”

I’m looking into his eyes, his hand cupping my cheek, a small smile toying with the edges of his lips. “Liked that, did you?”

An aftershock slithers through me, eyes drifting half-closed. “You have no idea.”

He brushes his lips across mine, the tiniest hint of connection and the first we’ve ever shared. Again he nuzzles me, mouth near my ear. “This is what it’ll be like sometimes, Angel. I can be sweet and I can be rough. You need to decide now if you can handle that.”

I whimper, his hand drawing circles around my nipple. “Yes. Oh, fuck, yes.”

Luca rains gentle kisses down my neck, stroking me with his hand, traveling along my body, exploring me as if I were a new land. Gentle and sensuous, he inspects every inch of my body from collarbone to hips. It’s then that I gasp, his moist breath fanning over the heated flesh of my bare lower lips.

He nudges my legs apart, insinuating himself between my thighs, his knees separating them even more. I watch, transfixed, as he pops the button on his jeans, lowers the zipper ever so slowly, exposing more and more skin to my gaze. The dark hair that leads from his belly button, his treasure trail, extends into the depths beneath his pants. I want to trace that line with my tongue. I wet my lower lip and he watches the movement.

“
Soon, baby. Just not yet.”

I whimper, wanting just a small taste.

Luca’s cock rises between the open zippered flaps of his jeans, tempting me, a tiny drop of pre-cum sticking to the tip. He reaches in and tugs his cock and balls free, brings them into the open air and lets me get the first good look of his prick.

Fuck, but he’s long, fat and thick, hot and stiff for me. As if it knows it’s about to be welcomed into paradise. My pussy’s ready for him, wet and wanting. I want to be stretched and filled by him, fucked long and hard.

He strokes his dick from root to tip. I stare, drinking up every move he makes, learning how he likes to be touched. His grip is sure and strong, rising and falling along his length, using the drops of pre-cum as lubricant.

I want to taste him so bad my mouth is watering.

“
Want it?”

I nod, desperate.

“
Beg.”

One word. It takes one word and I crumble. “Please, Daddy. Fuck me. I’ll be such a good little girl. So good.” I spread my legs wider, let my knees fall open and expose all of my secrets to him. “I hurt so bad. Make it feel better. Please?” I rock my hips, down and up, pretending I’m fucking him, hands on my breasts, fingers pinching and pulling on my nipples. “Need it so bad.”

Luca leans over me, cock length rubs against my exposed cunt, sliding over my bare lips, the delicate friction sending shards of pleasure through me. He braces his hands on either side of my head, gaze boring into mine while he flexes his hips, slides that slick cock along my slit achingly slow. An inch up, an inch down, shift and slither. Head of his prick catching on my engorged, over-sensitized clit. The pressure bordering on pain, but it’s a pain I crave.

“
Fuck your little whore, Daddy.”

He smirks, passion growing. I lift my legs so I can dig my heels into his jean-clad ass. “You are a little slut, aren’t you?”

“
Your slut, Luca. Only yours.”

The thrust is so sudden, so unexpected, I scream when he fills me, arch my back and claw at his shoulders. I can’t figure out if I want closer or to crawl away. He stretches and fills me, pain slicing through my cunt, the burn almost unbearable. One hand grips the juncture of my shoulder and neck, holding me captive, not letting me wiggle from his taking.

“
Mine. Take it.” He pushes forward even more and I can’t believe all of him isn’t in me yet. “Take.” Slam. “It.”

I can’t breathe. It’s too much and not enough. “More.”

“
That’s it.” He grips my shoulder and gives me the rest, his pubs against my lips, balls on my ass. I’ve got him.

“
Fuck, Daddy.” I pull him down, capture his lips with mine, pour all of my passion into the kiss. I lick and taste and bite, moan into our connection. He pulls his cock out a bit and pushes home again, the burn subsiding and quickly turning into pure, unadulterated pleasure. I open my mouth, tongue still, just sharing my breath with him, panting.

“
More.” I whisper against his lips, breathe into him.

Luca releases me and sits back on his heels, tugs me up until my ass rests on the top of his thighs, cock still in my cunt. Strong hands grip my legs and yank me farther up, spearing me with his fat cock.

He pulls back and slams home hard, making my whole body shake, tits bouncing. “Like that, my little girl?”

“
Harder, Daddy. More. Fuck my cunt.”

His hands tighten and then he’s fucking me in earnest. Pistoning his cock in and out of my pussy like a jackhammer, the whole bed shaking, breasts jiggling with every thrust. It’s a hard, dirty fuck, pussy clenching and creaming all over his dick, balls slapping against my ass.

Luca shifts his grip, one hand going to my hip, fingers digging into my flesh. “I’m fucking.” Pump. “My fucking.” Slam. “Cunt.” Shove.

I reach between my legs, fingertips finding my clit with ease, but he shoves my hand away, his thumb taking my place, digging and pressing hard.

I grip the sheets, back bowed, taking whatever he gives me. I throw my head back, body tense like a bow, unable to think past the pleasure coursing through my veins, taking over every inch of me.

His thumb circles my clit, faster and faster with each pump, pushing and stroking my bundle of nerves, playing me like an instrument.

I’ve never been fucked like this. Never. High school guys have the stamina to play football for hours, but never fuck past a few minutes. Older guys think they know what the fuck they’re doing, but it’s just the fact that their stamina from old has caught up to the bedroom performances.

No.

Luca fucks me like an animal and knows what the fuck he’s doing. “You’re my cum-whore, aren’t you. No one else’s but mine. Say it.”

Talk? I can’t breathe. “Yours. Your whore, your slut. All yours, Daddy.”

He pinches my clit and I’m coming, every muscle tightening until I feel as if I’ll snap in half. I can’t figure out if it’s pleasure or pain, or a mixture of both, but I can’t keep my mouth shut, can’t stop the scream building in my chest, or the sob that slips from my throat.

The tremors don’t stop, don’t ebb. Just keep pouring through me like lava, hot and thick.

Luca pulls free of my cunt and I cry out, but within a moment, he flips me onto my hands and knees, moving me like a rag doll, and plunges back into my pussy, the quick pace returning.

One of his hands grips my shoulder, the other knots in my hair, pulling my head back. His hold lets him pull me into each of his thrusts and I feel as if he’s trying to crawl into me.

We move together, bodies connected, both of us reaching and crawling toward completion. It won’t take me much longer, his vicious thrusts and the bite of pain in my scalp are mixing to turn into a rough wave of bliss, crashing and slamming against my skin.

“
You’re fucking cunt is mine, Angel.” His hips are slapping against my ass, pummeling me. “Mine.”

His breath is coming in short gasps, pace increasing, faster and faster he moves. I’m full and pinned, unable to do anything but take what he gives me, relish in being stuffed full of his fat cock.

I fucking love it.

“
Come in my pussy. Please, Luca. Come for me.”

He slams into me again and again, short, shallow thrusts and it feels as if he swells inside my pussy, a hint of stretch before he finally roars, seals his hips to mine, our bodies moving as one. He doesn’t slip free of my heat, rocking with me, exhaling in quick bursts as he slows our movement.

Luca slips his hand free of my hair and releases my shoulder, palms skimming my back as he moves from leaning over me. He pets my hips, both of us rocking back and forth as we catch our breath, ease down from our high.

His cum is slithering a wet path down my thighs, reminding me of the fact that there’s nothing between us. This is the first time I’ve done it without a condom. Ever.

And I want it again. Every day. Twice a day.

He’s softening in my pussy, relaxing after our furious fucking. I don’t want to release him, want him to stay connected to me. But he eases free of me and flops onto the bed. His arm slips around my waist and he pulls me close, tucking my head against his shoulder, tugging my leg across his hips and petting my outer thigh. I snuggle up to his, rub my pussy along his still jean-clad leg. God, he didn’t even get naked.

He kisses my temple, lips lingering. “We’ll go slow next time. Nice and sweet.”

I hum against his chest, brush my cheek along the coarse hair peppering his pecs. I don’t think I can talk just yet.

His touch strays to my ass, squeezing the globe, kneading my flesh. “You’re my dirty little Angel, aren’t you?”

I nod and rock my hips against his thigh, enjoying the rough scratch of the jeans against my pussy. Already I’m ready to go again, ready for whatever he wants to throw my way.

Luca tightens his grip, spreads my cheeks and his fingertips brush my back hole. “At least, until I can get your Uncle Domani to join us.”

“
Oh, Daddy
...please.”
Because, yeah, I’m not just Angel...I’m his dirty little Angel.

The End

A sharp slap to my ass brings me from half-awake to alert, the zip of pain forcing my eyes open as I glare at my daddy.

“
Come on, Angel. Time to get going.”

With a huff, I bury my face in my pillow and stretch my body, easing the aches he’d caused the night before. I roll over and watch him get dressed, pull on his slacks and slip into his dress shirt.

He’s my daddy, my ex-stepdad, anyway, and lover.

God is he ever a lover.

“
Luca…” I’m whining. He’d fucked me six ways to Sunday last night, and I’m exhausted. Sated, but exhausted.

He comes closer, leans over me, those gorgeous brown eyes just seeming to bore into mine as he lowers his head and brushes his lips across mine. “Come on, baby. You’ve got Uncle Domani coming to dinner today, remember?”

My pussy is worn out from last night, but that doesn’t keep it from heating, growing heavy and aching at the thought of my uncle.

Technically, he’s my ex-stepuncle, but it turns me on to think of him as Uncle Domani. He’s bigger than my daddy, broader shoulders and more bulky. He also has a huge cock. At least, I think it is. The man sure knows how to fill out some jeans.

I shudder, the idea of being filled by him, taking control of my body. With a flick of my wrist, I toss the blanket aside and crawl from the bed, naked as the day I was born.