His Nasty Little Pussy

The look in Daddy’s eyes shifts. “What did that little shit do now?” He’s never liked Mark. I swear, even from day one, Daddy looked at him wide-eyed, never quite happy with anything Mark did.

Even though Mark tries to get on Daddy’s good side, Daddy has none of it.

Mark ‘tried’, I mean. Past tense. You know, when he was talking to and visiting me. I haven’t seen him in weeks.

“You know how Mark hasn’t been around lately?”

Daddy nods, smirking. “Yeah, a blessing.”

He thinks it’s a good thing he doesn’t have to deal with him, and I wish I could feel the same way. I wish Mark would just fuck off outta my mind. I’m so done with him.

Well, I wish I was.

“He’s ignoring me, Daddy. I can’t seem to get through to him,” I swallow. I feel a tear come to my eye when I think about it. “I don’t think he wants to be a father.”

Daddy grits his teeth, shaking his head. “I told you. I told you that asshole doesn’t have it in him. He’s not father material. Believe me, I know. I know what it takes to be a father, what it takes to be a man-” “Daddy, don’t say that.” I don’t know why I’m defending Mark. It’s almost like an unconscious reaction like it’s the right thing to do. He’s the father of my baby. Even if he doesn’t want to be a father, I don’t want to think he’s not a man.

“He isn’t, girl. He’s a boy. No ambition, no life, nothing. He’ll be working that gas station till he’s dead. He’s got the smallest bit of charm to wrap you around his little finger.”

I shake my head. “That’s not true.”

Maybe I’m not defending Mark. Maybe I’m defending myself.

Daddy scoffs. “It’s partly my fault. I knew he was garbage, but I let you make your own decisions. I said, ‘Eh, she’ll figure it out’. And now look where we’re at.”

I cast my eyes downward again, looking at Daddy’s work boots. It was my decision, through and through, and Daddy did voice his opposition, if only momentarily. But I wanted to fight him, I wanted to show him that

Mark truly loved me. You know how it goes. It’s like the more someone doesn’t like the person you’re with-the person you chose-the more you defend them to save your owgndignity’m not defending Mark. Right now, I hate his fucking guts. I want nothing to do with him anymore. All I’m doing is trying to save face.

I choke as emotion wells up in my throat. “I didn’t know.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“I… can’t do this myself, Daddy. I don’t know what to do.”

He shakes his head, breathing deeply. His arms finally unfold, the anger dissipating as he witnesses his little girl’s fragile state. “There’s no way you’re doing this yourself. I won’t let you.”

But when I look up at him, he’s not angry, like I thought, but oddly determined. His fists are balled up at his sides, his posture tight and erect. “You want a man in your life to take care of you and your baby?” he asks.

I nod, still too choked up to speak. “I don’t think I’m strong enough to do this myself.”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“Then you’re mine, Babygirl,” he says, walking up to me as I sit on the bed.

“W-what do you mean?” I ask as I crane my neck upward to look at his dark eyes. His gaze is so piercing, so utterly focused, it’s both frightening and exciting. I don’t think Mark has ever looked at me like that. Mark’s eyes seemed to want to escape their predicament, and he rarely looked at me without disdain.

But Daddy’s eyes…

“From here on out, you and that baby… you’re mine. I’ll take care of both of you.” His hand goes under my chin, holding me in place so my eyes can’t look away. I feel this tremendous pull in my body like I’m gravitating toward Daddy. A flush of heat and embarrassment hits me as my body reacts hard to him.

I swallow, my eyes fixed on his.

“Mark is gone. I don’t want to ever hear that name in this house again, you understand?”

I nod, replying to Daddy’s stern command without thought. “I told you he was a mistake. And now I’m going to make sure you never make another mistake about any other guys. I won’t let you. You’re with me now.”

Daddy lowers himself to me on the bed, and as he gets closer, I squeeze the teddy bear against my chest, frozen in fear. I know exactly what he’s about to do, but I don’t have the wherewithal to do anything but wait for his touch.

His lips press into mine, and as much as I’m weirded out by Daddy’s lust for me, my body doesn’t have that hesitation. All that libido I’d been agonizing over for weeks comes to the forefront, my body flush with all sorts of chemicals and arousal, like a burst of unbridled energy.

“Daddy,” I say. “What are you doing? You’re my stepfather.”

He grips the back of my hair, lightly tugging on it to steady my head as he looks deep into my eyes, towering over me. “Not anymore, girl. I’m the man who’s going to take care of you.”

His eyes look down my shirt, past my swollen breasts to my extended stomach. “And any girl who wants a man in her life to take care of her needs to pay a price.”

I blush, and when Daddy’s lips touch mine again, I melt, my muscles loosening as tension seeps away.

It feels so good! All that desire of being touched! It wasn’t that I wanted

Mark, I just wanted a man, a real man, to take my delicate body and have his way with it. My hormones are active, and my dirty desires are dying to be discovered.

“You ready for that? You ready to be Daddy’s girl?”

I nod, swallowing, licking the apprehension from my lips.

He reaches down and pulls my shirt over my head, getting it easily off. “Oh my god, Daddy!” I gasp, my arms going to my chest. As much as I burn for bodily touch, Daddy’s aggression is shocking to my system. My modesty won’t let me be me but instead forces me to cover up my indecency.

But Daddy doesn’t care. He grabs my wrists and pulls them from my chest, exposing my swollen, sensitive nipples. They’re already extended, preparing themselves for my baby’s hunger.

What they weren’t expecting was the hunger of my Daddy! He pushes me over onto the bed, binding my wrists at my sides. He lowers his head against my breasts and takes an engorged nipple in his mouth.

“Ah!” I cry out, a flare of pain brewing in my chest. “Daddy, it hurts!” My nipples are incredibly sensitive. I don’t know why, but every touch of them is uncomfortable. Not super painful, but more like a bruise or something. Pain that hurts, but pain that also makes you want to keep testing it, to keep poking and prodding.