Daddy’s Coming Volume 1

Get a taste of what’s inside …

“You, uh, left your phone in the living room,” he said.

“Oh, thanks.”

I watched his outline in the doorway. My pulse was throbbing in my ears. It was a wonder Daddy couldn’t hear it from where he was.

“Just bring it to me,” I said.

His hesitation clued me in to the fact that he probably did see something. Daddy came into my room and sat down on the edge of the bed next to me. Nervousness overwhelmed me. Here I was, naked and in desperate need of cock, and Daddy was sitting on my bed. He’s in my bed! My mind shrieked.

“I wanted to apologize again,” he said. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings earlier.”

“You didn’t,” I replied. “I know what you meant. And I get it. I really do.” The words I wanted to add were there on the tip of my tongue, threatening to escape my mouth.

Daddy handed me my phone. As I grabbed it, my fingers tapped the screen and caused it to light up. I looked at Daddy. His ruggedly handsome face was illuminated by the dim light. If he didn’t hurry up and leave my room, it was highly likely that I would end up ravishing him.

“You sure I didn’t upset you? What I said was really stupid.”

“Daddy, it’s fine. I promise.”

I placed my hand on his leg, intending to comfort and assure him that I was truly not bothered by what he’d said. With my hormones still raging, my hand seemed to take on a mind of its own. It trailed up his thigh. Daddy jumped off the bed, whirling around to face me.

“What are you doing?” he demanded.