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"You are so fucking sexy," he said. "I never realized how badly I wanted you until now."



He kissed me again, then dropped his trousers, freeing his enormous  cock. It sprang free, landing against my body. I gasped at the enormity  of it. I could not imagine that thing going inside my little body.



"It won't fit," I said, apprehension flooding my emotions.



"I'll make it fit," Daddy said.



He tore off my satin panties and threw me sideways on the bed, spreading  my legs and drawing my body up to his face. His tongue explored the  folds of my cunt. I could feel myself getting so wet as he parted me  open, dipping his tongue deeper inside, caressing the area around my  throbbing little clit. All my senses seemed to surge down between my  legs and a ragged moan escaped my lips. My back arched, driving his  tongue harder inside me. Daddy sighed with pleasure, tasting me and  making me writhe with his tongue.



"Fuck me, Daddy," I cried. "Fuck me, please."



Daddy growled and pulled me down. He was having his way with me and  throwing me around like my body was weightless. He threw apart my legs,  spreading me wide, and I could feel the immensity of his weight pinning  me to the bed. His rock-hard cock pushed against my wet cunt. Daddy  worked the throbbing tip of his dick through the lips of my pussy. I  closed my eyes shut, willing my tiny body to accept him. He pushed  gently, but he was too big.



I clenched my teeth, trying not to whimper from the pain, but when he  shoved himself into me he broke me wide open and I screamed. I had never  felt anything like this. He stuffed me with his hard cock, the shaft  penetrating slowly but irreversibly deeper into my flailing body. The  pain was mixed with a strange feeling of fullness. Although my pussy was  aching, I never wanted him to stop.



His pace quickened, in and out, in and out, and he reached a hand down  and toyed with my clit. The pleasure was unbearable, swelling inside me.  Something was about to explode. The orgasms rocked me like waves of  ecstasy. I screamed again, this time in euphoria, my pussy twitching and  pulsating against the hardness of his shaft.



Daddy's body tightened and he plunged harder, harder. I could not  believe his cock was pushing so deep inside me, impossibly deep, and he  groaned and tensed and the hot wet cum shot from his cock, spraying the  innermost reaches of my cunt. Each thrust shot me full of his load. I  accepted all of him. I was incredibly sore, but entirely satisfied. My  contented body went slack, and my breathing slowed. Daddy gently drew  his cock out of me, and I could feel his seed dripping from me.



He held me in his strong arms, and I could feel his heart beating  through his bare chest. I had never felt so close to a man, so close to  Daddy.



"Zoe," he said, "my little girl."



"Yes, Daddy?" I replied, my fingers toying with the hair on his powerful chest.



"I love you."



At that moment, in Daddy's arms, those were the only words I needed to  hear. I snuggled closer, and he held me through the night.





The Brat in His Bed



Laura is an obedient little lady. She always does what she's told, even when an older woman kicks her out of her own bed.



Now the innocent, young darling has no choice but to curl up with the  alpha billionaire of the house, her provider and protector. Naive Laura  never intended to give in to her forbidden desires. But now she's in his  arms, and he's in complete control. Only he can decide whether to  satisfy their deepest longings-hard and without protection.





I.



I could tell by the look on Mom's face that she was in a terrible mood.  She had just crawled out of bed and joined me and Daddy at the breakfast  table, a ratty bathrobe tied around her waist. Her hair was a jumbled  rat's nest mashed on one side where it had lain heavily against her  pillow.



She squinted through crusty eyes.                       
       
           


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"What the hell are you looking at?" she asked me.



"Nothing," I said quickly, turning back to the pancakes that Daddy had  made for me. Daddy always made pancakes before leaving town on business.  A way of atoning for the fact that he wouldn't be around, and I would  be stuck with his wife, my mom.



It's strange to me how different they were, both in temperament and  appearance. Mom used to be a real knockout, with long legs and perky  tits, but she had really let herself go in the past few years. Daddy had  kept himself as trim and fit as ever. At 43 years old, he could have  easily passed for his early 30s, if you ignored the prematurely  silver-white hair on his head and eyebrows. I personally loved his hair.  It made him look powerful and wise, like the Fortune 500 CEO that he  was.



Daddy was dressed impeccably in tailored suit pants and a crisp white  shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His dark suit jacket was draped over  the back of his chair at the kitchen table as he flipped pancakes for  Mom, who sat grouchily slumped in her chair across from me.



"I slept like crap last night," Mom said.



"I'm sorry, dear," Daddy replied.



"It's all your fault, you know," she continued, gathering steam. "You  buy the most expensive mattress in the store, but you can't even do that  right. My back feels like it's about to snap in two."



Mom knew good and well that she is the one who insisted on the  oh-so-special mattress that Daddy bought for her, but Daddy doesn't  argue. When I was younger and Mom went on one of her tantrums, Daddy  would often yell back, standing up for himself. It had been years since  their last real argument, though. It was obvious to me that Daddy didn't  care what Mom said. He got that look in his eyes like he was tuning her  out, that nothing she said mattered. I knew that he only stuck around  for my sake, and to think I wasn't even his real, biological daughter.



Mom had gotten pregnant from some dirtbag who screwed her a few times in  the back seat of a Toyota Corolla. He bolted as soon as she told him  she was expecting. The man who would eventually become my stepfather was  Mom's boss at work. He was her shoulder to cry on, her support. When I  was born, he was the only person in the room who wasn't on the medical  staff. He was the first person to hold me.



He told me about it once, the first time he saw me. He cupped my tiny  body in his hands and marveled at me, my wiggling toes and fingers, the  fine hair that had already begun to grow on my head. I opened my eyes  and looked at him, not crying, and he knew then and there that he wanted  to be the man who raised me.



A week later, he proposed to Mom. Two months later, they were married.  Two years later, the company Daddy had founded went public, and we were  millionaires. We'd never have to worry about money again. Everything we  ever needed or wanted would be provided for.



I couldn't understand why Mom treated Daddy so badly, why she was always lashing out at him.



Daddy set a plate of pancakes in front of Mom. She smeared on butter and drizzled the pile with hot syrup.



"And now you're leaving us again," Mom said between bites of the  piping-hot pancakes. "Always leaving. Always gone on some business  trip."



Daddy didn't respond. It's like he didn't even hear her. He turned to me, instead.



"You look great today, kiddo," he told me. "Better not let any boys see you. They'll be begging for your phone number."



Daddy's compliment made me smile and blush. I knew he was just being  nice and giving me a little self-esteem boost. There were no romantic  prospects on my horizon. I had not even been on a real date since my  high school boyfriend dumped me shortly after his graduation ceremony.  He was heading off to college, and I was entering my senior year. A year  later, it still hurt to think about our breakup. He was having the time  of his life at a big university, a notorious party school, while I  stayed home watching "Glee" reruns in my pajamas.



In less than two months I would be heading off to college, too, as a  hopelessly inexperienced eighteen-year-old virgin. I would surely be the  only girl in the dorms who had never known the taste of a cock in her  mouth, or felt a man's stiff rod stretching her pussy. I couldn't even  imagine what a penis would feel like, although I gave myself a little  tingle just thinking about it.



My parents were eating their pancakes at the breakfast table, completely  unaware of the naughty thoughts racing through my brain. How  embarrassing. My own pancakes were getting cold. I was lost in thought,  but Daddy brought me back to reality when he got up from the table and  nuzzled my long, brown hair.