Innocence's Series Bundle (Innocence Series Book 4) (4 page)

She starts to speak, but I place a finger over her lips.

“Shh. Don’t answer now, my sweet little Haley. We’ve had a big day and it’s time for bed.”

I open her thighs a little and move my hard cock—now covered in her pussy cream—away from her heat. She makes a small sound of protest, and I just smile. I love how much her body craves me. I stand her up and lead her to the bedroom, leaving the dirty plates on the table. My housekeeper will get them in the morning.

When we get to the bedroom, I pull back the covers and she slides in. I take off my shorts and spoon her from behind. I reach back and turn off the lamp, sending the room into darkness. When I pull her to me, her lush ass pushes back and my dick slides right between her folds, and I can feel the head of my cock against her clit. My whole length nestles against her, and I smile. I palm her tits as I close my eyes, completely content.

“I love you, Daddy,” she whispers softly as I feel her fall asleep in my arms.

Finally. I finally have everything I’ve ever wanted in my arms. I just need to figure out how to hold on to it.

I
wake
up on top of Daddy William, and it brings forth a torrent of memories from the previous day. Sliding to the side, I rest my chin on my hand to better study him. He looks so relaxed. Much more at ease than I can recall him looking in a very long time. After what he told me last night, I know I was the cause of his tension when he was around me. As much as it broke my heart to hear that he had been pining for me as he thought he couldn’t have me, it also filled me with joy. William wants to be mine. Not only that, but he wants me to be his in every way. I want that too. Part of me thinks he didn’t want me to tell him how I felt last night because he was scared of what I might say. I don’t want to let him think for one more second that I don’t want everything he wants.

Lowering my gaze, I can see he is hard. I haven’t gotten to play with his body much yet. I don’t have the first clue what to do, but I know I want to show him I need him just as much as he needs me. Reaching for the sheet, I slowly pull it from his body. I run my hands down his firm stomach, loving the feel of his soft hair on my palms. Tentatively, I grab hold of his cock and glide my hand up and down.

“Haley.” He says my name in a shaky, rough voice that has me raising my eyes to meet his. He is so hard, but he seems to like what I’m doing. I give him a few more strokes and I’m rewarded with a soft moan.

“You’re going to have to squeeze that little hand tighter around my cock if you want to work Daddy’s cum out.”

“Show me,” I whisper. While my words may sound sure, I am anything but. I have to show him this is what I want. What I need. I have no doubts about what I want. I’m just inexperienced in how to physically show him. We both have these cravings, and I’m ready to give in to them. His need to own me and take care of me matches my need to be cared for and worshiped by him.

Reaching for my hand, he wraps his around mine and squeezes hard. It makes my previous strokes seem so much more fragile and shy compared to his. His are strong and sure, while mine were soft and tentative.

As I continue to squeeze and stroke, his breathing speeds up. He starts to moan louder. His back arches off the bed, and I know he likes it. All I can hear are his moans. Letting go of me, allowing me to pump him on my own, he moves his hand to my breast. I’m still naked from the night before and completely open to him. He starts to play with my nipple, giving it a nice little tug that shoots straight to my clit. I am so turned on by his reaction to me. I love having the power to make him feel as good as he makes me feel.

“That’s it, work Daddy’s cock,” he encourages.

Quickening my movements, I see a drop leak from the top of his cock. Like yesterday, the draw to lick it is there. What would he think if I took a quick lick? I loved when he did it to me. Would it give him the same pleasure? Leaning forward, I take one swift lick of his moist tip, bringing the saltiness into my mouth.

“Go on,” he says. “Go on.”

I open my mouth, taking him further, circling my tongue around the top, over and over.

“Take it all the way in,” he grunts. “I want to feel those lips stretch down my cock.”

I sink further down, taking him until I feel the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat.

“Fucking hell! You don’t have a gag reflex? Fuck. I knew you were perfect. Too fucking perfect.”

His words only encourage me, making me suck harder and faster. The harder I suck, the louder he seems to moan, making my own need rise. I can feel the wetness dripping between my legs and sliding down my thighs.

“Are you ready for the cum you worked so hard for? You’re going to drink every last drop of it. Don’t let even one drop slip from those lips. Do you hear me? I’ll spank that little pussy of yours if you do.”

The thought of Daddy spanking my pussy makes me moan around his cock. Shaking my head so he knows I understand his command, I continue to suck as hard as I can. Daddy quickly grips my head, holding it in place. “
Fuuuuuuck,”
he roars. I feel hot liquid hit my tongue, and I swallow it down as fast as I can to please him. As the last of his release gushes out, I lick him clean. I look up at him and I can’t help the heat that rushes to my face. Pushing past it, I start to climb up his body. I slide so I’m straddling his thigh.

“You know you just sealed your fate, little one, right? No way am I letting you go after that. I’ll be waking up to you wrapped around my cock every fucking morning.”

A small giggle escapes me. “Good, because I’m not going anywhere. I’m exactly where I want to be…Daddy.”

Lifting his head, he catches my lips, slipping his tongue into my mouth with long, slow strokes. I’m still so needy I can’t help but rub myself on his thigh.

“Does someone’s kitty need attention?” he asks.

Rubbing myself up and down his thigh, I bite my lip, giving him the saddest face I can. “Please, I need you so bad. It’s starting to hurt,” I pout.

“Sit up for a moment; I want to make sure I get your sweet cream all over my thigh.”

Rising, I sit back and he puts his hand between my legs, softly stroking my clit, causing me to almost fall forward.

“Hold still so I can take care of you,” he demands in a firmer voice than he used moments ago.

This time he pulls my kitty lips apart. “Now sit. I want to feel that little clit right on my thigh.”

I lower myself back down so my swollen center is flush against his thigh, with my clit feeling every part of it.

“Now you’re going to ride me while I watch those beautiful, lush breasts of yours bounce.” Feeling a little self-conscious, I slowly start to rock back and forth. Reaching up, Daddy plucks at my nipples, and I moan out loud.

“That’s it. Ride me. God, you’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t wait to see you riding me with my cock deep inside your tight pussy. I’ll be lucky if I last one fucking minute,” he grunts.

Moving faster, I feel my release coming. “So close. So, so close, Daddy.” He rises, wrapping one arm around me and the other hand goes into my hair, pulling my mouth to his. That’s all it takes as I scream into his mouth, riding out my pleasure.

“All right, little one, it’s time to get going,” Daddy William says as he slides out from under me, leaving me feeling boneless but completely satisfied in the center of the bed.

“But I don’t think I can even move,” I whine, pulling the discarded sheet over my body.

“I don’t think so. We have to get a move on. Maybe a little sunshine will do you some good,” he says over his shoulder as he goes to the windows to pull back the curtains. The room is flooded with so much light it hurts my eyes.

“You’re such a meanie!” I tease, throwing a pillow at him as hard as I can, then hiding myself under the sheets. I’m only protected by the sheets for mere moments before he rips them from me, pulling me from the bed.

“I’d give you a nice little spanking for that, but I think we’ve burned Maria’s ears enough for one day, and your father will be here soon.”

“Who’s Maria?” I ask. I glare at him to show my unhappiness at hearing another woman’s name come from his lips. Especially a name I’ve never heard before.

“Damn, you’re fucking cute when you try to look serious. No worries, sweetheart. Maria’s the housekeeper, and I’m sure she’s wondering what the hell is going on. So get that sweet little ass in the shower and meet me in the kitchen.”

“So there’s no way I can talk Daddy into helping me get clean?” For some reason I can’t get enough of him. I don’t even want to shower alone.

Growling, he grabs my hips, pulling me close. “I love that some of your shyness is starting to slip. Trust me, I would love nothing more than to go into the shower with you and have you wash my cock clean, but I sure as hell don’t want your father showing up while I have his daughter on her knees, deep-throating me.”

Giving my butt one last grab, Daddy pushes me towards the bath.

I rush to get done as quickly as possible, just pulling my hair up while I shower because there’s no need to wash it again after Daddy did it last night. Oddly, the idea of washing it myself makes me a little sad. I’m falling fast into the habit of depending on him, but it feels so natural, so right.

Using Daddy’s toothbrush, I brush my teeth, then rush to the bedroom to find clothes. Luckily, sitting on a chair, I find a bag someone must have packed for me. I dress quickly in a pink sundress with a pair of white cotton panties, and head towards the kitchen, leaving my feet bare.

When I enter the kitchen, William is sitting at the breakfast bar typing away at his laptop, and an older woman is cooking at the stove. “Morning, little one,” William says, looking up from his laptop. Before I can respond, the woman comes squealing at me.

“You must be Haley! The reason Mr. Darkling can’t get that smile off his face!”

I can’t help but blush. “Yes, I’m Haley, but I’m sure he smiles all the time.”

Releasing me and giving a little laugh, Maria walks back to the stove to flip the bacon.

“Well, I’ll let you and Maria get acquainted. I’m going to take a quick shower before your father gets here.” Leaning down next to my ear, he whispers, “I hate to wash off those pussy juices you coated my leg with this morning, but I can’t sit down to a meal with your father knowing I smell like your cum.”

“Da—um—William! I can’t believe you said that!” I push back from him.

His face suddenly turns deadly serious, causing my stomach to knot. “Haley, you listen now and you listen good. If we’re going to do this, then we’re going to do this. I understand if you don’t want to call me ‘Daddy’ in public. Or if we’re in front of your father and you don’t want to because it makes you feel awkward, that’s fine too. We’ll come up with something for when those times arise, but here in our home you will call me ‘Daddy’ and feel no shame or embarrassment about it. If someone doesn't like the way we live, then they can get the fuck out of our home.”

“Amen!” I hear Maria say from over at the stove.

“
Our
home, Daddy?” I question.

“Fuck yes,
our
home. Did I not make myself clear before? You’re mine and I’m keeping you.”

“What if my father tries to make me leave with him?” I whisper, scared at the thought.

“I dare anyone to try to keep you from me. I tried to stay away from you, little one, but I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want you. I will own every part of you. I’ll fight anyone to keep you and destroy anyone who stands in my way. You. Are. Mine.”

Leaning down, he gives me a deep, wet kiss, sliding his hands under my sundress to stroke my clit through my white cotton panties. I forget someone else is in the room until I hear Maria clear her throat.

“I’ll be back in ten. Try to keep her out of trouble, Maria. Don’t let that sweet face fool you,” he says as he strolls down the hallway toward his bedroom.
Our
bedroom. I wonder if he’ll let me paint it pink. I don’t think it will take much to wrap him around my finger. I bet I can have that room pink by the end of the week.

“What has put that smile on your face, Haley? Was Mr. Darkling right? Are you already up to no good?” Maria asks as she starts pulling food from the stove and filling plates.

“Maybe a few ideas. A girl has to keep her Daddy on his toes.” I steal a piece of bacon off the counter, popping it into my mouth.

“Well, I think you’re exactly what Mr. Darkling needs. I haven’t seen him this happy in…well, I can’t even recall. It’s nice to see someone filling this house with laughter. I thought I entered the wrong home this morning.”

Realizing I have a few moments to maybe do some fishing about my Daddy, I seize the opportunity. “You mean no one else is ever here?” I try to make it seem like I’m making general conversation, but the look Maria shoots me tells me she’s wise to my game.

Taking a deep breath, Maria sets the pan down on the stove, turning to look directly at me. “I've been with Mr. Darkling for three years now, and aside from his weekly poker game or football on Sunday, no one is ever here. In fact, you’re the only woman I’ve ever seen in this house. Period. Well, besides myself. Get me?”

Nodding, I sit down at the breakfast bar. “Thank you. I don’t know why I’m panicking. I’m guess I’m just a little scared and a tad jealous at the idea of some other woman having maybe been here,” I admit.

“Normally, I wouldn’t share what I just shared with you, but I did it because I see the way you look at him and the way he looks at you. Mr. Darkling has been moping around this house for the past few years, and then today I walk in here and it’s like he’s finally woken up. I’m guessing you were the one to wake him.”

I can’t help but think of how I really did wake him up this morning and I burst out laughing. “I guess I did.”

Giving me a knowing smile, Maria hands me two plates. “Go put these on the table. Your father is going to be here any minute and I’m guessing you guys are going to want to get right to it. No sense in dragging it out.”

Maria’s words bring me back to reality, causing my stomach to knot once again. Sitting at the table, I hear a knock at the door and the sound of William greeting my father. Moments later, they’re in the dining room and my father is pulling me into a hug. I hold him a few seconds longer than I normally would, in case it might be the last time for a while. The idea of not talking to or seeing my father is unsettling and heartbreaking, but I will not allow him to rip William and me apart.

“Haley, I’m glad to see you’re doing better. I was so worried about you. I was so angry about what happened. I knew it wasn’t your fault, but I just couldn’t think straight, and I didn’t want you waking up in the house you were just attacked in. William has been treating you well, right?”

“Of course, Father. He’s always doing what he thinks is best for me.” I move to take a seat at the table. William slides into the one next to mine and my father sits across from us. It’s like we’re already gearing up for battle.

“It seems like it’s been forever since the three of us sat down to a meal together. With Haley going off to college, I guess there won’t be that many for a while,” my father says.

Well, fudge, I figure it’s now or never. “Father, about that. The thi—”