by Lulu Cherry
BRAT HITS JACKPOT!
Lucky Daddy Series
2
by
Lulu Cherry
Copyright 2018 Lulu Cherry
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All Characters in this book are over eighteen years old.
No one is related by blood.
Dedication
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BRAT HITS JACKPOT!
I watched my new Daddy cleaning his gun.
Shit. He kept that thing whistle clean. He cleaned it damn near every day. I didn't know what for. It's not like he ever used it.
At least not since he'd been my daddy. Which had only been about two months.
I guess these days you can't be too safe.
I liked to watch him clean it. That man had a way with his hands. He had strong powerful fingers. And he'd just slide them along the shaft of that pistol after he was done.
I sighed just watching!
"I turned eighteen last week," I said. "When are you gonna take me out shooting?"
My new Daddy looked at me. Shit, those eyes! They were the color of steel. And they shot right through you like daggers. I swear, that man could just kill you with his eyes.
Hell, he didn't need his pistol.
"Who said I was gonna take you out shooting?" He said. "Not me."
"But you're my daddy." I said. "Ain't that what daddies are supposed to do."
He blinked at that.
Like I said, he'd only been married to my mom a couple of months. And to tell you the truth I wasn't even sure why he'd married her. I thought he could have done way better.
But my mommy had connections every which way in city hall. And Daddy had a record. So I guess she was helping keep him under the radar.
He promised her he'd keep clean. But I had to wonder. I mean with him cleaning his gun every day. I thought maybe he had something planned. Like a bank robbery or something.
I figured I should ask. You know, just in case.
"So you gonna be robbing a bank or something?" I asked him.
Oh, the way he looked at me. If looks could kill, I'd have been dead ten times over.
"Don't you have something to do? You know, like play with your dolls or something?" He said.
"Yeah, well fuck you, too." I said.
He shrugged.
"Anyway, I don't need to rob any bank. I got loads of money coming in." He said.
"Yeah, right, that's why you're home right now on a working day, cleaning your gun." I said. "Because you got so much money coming in."
Daddy reached into his front shirt pocket. He pulled out a small piece of paper. He showed it to me. It was a lottery ticket.
I blinked.
"I had high expectations for you as my new daddy," I said. "But they're fading fast."
"Shit. This ticket's got the perfect number," he said. "It's gonna win. There ain't no doubt in my mind about that."
"What? You got inside information or something." I said. "You running some kind of scam or something?"
He smiled a big lopsided grin.
Shit! Could he be serious?
"How much are you getting?" I said.
"One hundred grand," he said. "Now who's your daddy?"
"I'll believe it when I see it." I said.
Then about an hour later we were both sitting on the sofa watching the numbers coming in.
I had to wonder what Daddy would do if he got a hundred thousand grand. I mean my mom had been clear she was too old for any more rug rats. And Daddy had gone on about how he wanted some.
So if Mommy wasn't delivering, and Daddy had a hundred thousand grand, then what'd that say about our little family.
A kind of didn't want him to win. I liked having around my new daddy. I especially enjoyed watching him clean his gun every day. You know, with those nimble fingers of his.
And it's not like he was bad looking. Shit! He was lean, but taut. You know? Muscle after muscle rippling beneath the skin. And those tattoos.
I admit though. His face was scary. He had a small tattoo on one side, and a scar on the other.
But I guess if I was being honest with myself, I'd have to say it. He turned me on. Something fierce.
The last thing I wanted was for him to get rich on some scam and then head out. So I watched the TV hoping he wasn't really gonna win.
But as the announcer called out the numbers, one after the other, I realized it was happening. And then that last number came up.
"Forty-four." The announcer said.
And that was that. My daddy had just won a hundred grand. Shit!
He stood up, stabbed his fist into the air, and let out a whoop like you wouldn't believe.
Then he sat down and looked at me with such a smirk on his face. He didn't need to say I told you so.
And then I did it. I admit it was a silly and stupid thing to do. But I did it.
I grabbed the ticket from him. Just like that. It was easy because he wasn't at all expecting it.
"Hey," he said. "Give that back to me. What the fuck are you doing?"
Then I got up and I ran. I was laughing, too. That's the crazy part.
I'm telling you, my daddy was a dangerous man. For all I knew he was gonna get that pistol of his and shoot me through!
But there I was, just running around the house with that ticket of his. And he was chasing me.
First he chased me around the dining room table. I stopped halfway. He was just across the table from me. I picked up the ticket and waved it at him.
"It's the winning ticket," I said, taunting him. "It's worth a hundred grand. I guess I'm gonna be rich."
"That ain't your fucking ticket! Hand it over!"
That jackass literally jumped across the table at me!
Shit, all kinds of vases and stuff fell over. Some of them fell on the floor and broke. This shit was getting serious.
I swear, I couldn't stop laughing though. This was the most fun I'd had in a long time!
Daddy tried to grab me, but I just barely slid out of his grasp. Then I tore out of the dining room. I knew just where I was going next.
I dashed up the stairs toward my bedroom. I jumped right on my bed. Then I sat crosslegged waiting.
Did I mention I had nothing on but cutoffs and a halter? I adjusted it all to make it as presentable as possible. If you get my meaning.
Daddy stormed into my room. He was panting and breathing heavy. He'd even broken a little bit of a sweat. He smelled good!
He stepped right up to my bed. He towered over me. Then he gave me that lopsided grin of his again.
"All right. Enough of your fun." He said. "Now hand over that goddam ticket."
So do you know what I did then?
I slipped that tic
ket right into my cutoffs. And I wasn't wearing no panties. If you get what I mean?
"What the fuck you doing?" He said.
"I'm just keeping the ticket safe for you." I said.
"You don't think I won't take that ticket from you?" He said.
"Maybe I'm hoping you will." I said.
And truth to tell. I was kind of hoping he would.
But then he did! Shit!
He grabbed my arms first. Then he pushed me back on the bed.
"What are you doing, you asshole!" I screamed at him.
"Fuck you!" He said.
Well, I wasn't going to just layover for him. Hell, No!
I kneed him good, right in the gut. The problem was his six-pack might as well have been a brick wall!
He grabbed one of my wrists. He was trying to get the other so he could pin me down.
I fought like hell. I lashed out with my free hand. And, shit, I wasn't even trying, but I scratched him right across the face.
"Fuck!" he hollered.
And there was blood coming out!
He raised his right hand then. And I swear to God, I thought my life was over. I mean, he looked like he was gonna put me out of my misery then.
But then he cursed, came back to his senses, and as fast as lightning reached down and grabbed my other wrist.
I hated to lose a fight. I tried to knee him in the groin and missed!
Then before I knew it, he had my legs pinned down with his own. So there was no way I was gonna try kneeing him again.
As for my arms, he had me by the wrists. There was no way I was gonna be slapping or scratching at him.
He took in a big breath then. Then slowly exhaled. He was really sweating now, too. Some of it dripped onto me.
I admit it. He smelled good! Shit. It turned me on.
I mean how would you feel having a hunk of a man holding your arms down by the wrists, and holding your legs down with his own?
Daddy looked at me real carefully. And like I said, his steel colored eyes were like daggers when they looked at you.
A little bit of blood dripped from his face onto the mattress.
I was loving all this. I mean it. I loved the attention. I couldn't have been happier. But I wasn't gonna let him know that.
"Get off me you fucker. What the hell do you think you're doing?"
He just kept eyeing me. Thinking about it himself.
"All I want is the ticket," he said. "Then you can fuck off."
"Well, I guess, you'll just have to get it yourself." I said.
"Don't think I won't." He said.
I challenged him with my eyes. Goddam it, I wanted his hands down my pants. That's what this was all about really. I was getting excited. My pussy started getting wet.
I tried not to show it. But I don't think I was hiding it well.
Daddy's got huge hands. So he managed to get both my wrists together. And then with a vice-like grip, he held both my arms down with a single hand.
Shit, he was strong!
Then with his free hand he started to reach down, down into my cutoff shorts. Aw, fuck, I let out a sigh. Just having his hand down there. Fuck, I couldn't help it.
He looked at me real careful after that sigh.
Still, his hand crept in. I'd put that ticket right up against my pussy. And, man, when he reached for it, I felt his strong, powerful fingers right up against my pussy.
I moaned. Oh, boy, did I moan!
You should have seen Daddy's face then. Looking at me. Such a grin as you wouldn't believe crossed his face.
He kept his hand over my pussy for a moment longer than he needed to. Then he pulled his ticket out of my cutoffs. He looked at it carefully.
Then he looked down at me.
"You got pussy juices all over my ticket," he said.
"I did?" I said.
"You sure did." He said.
And he showed me. He was right. That winning ticket was now kind of soggy.
"Smell that," he said.
And he put it right under my nose.
"Smell's like pussy juices alright," I said.
"How would you know?" He said.
I rolled my eyes at that.
Daddy carefully put the ticket on my bedside table. But he didn't let me go. Nope. He just kept holding me.
"Now what are we going to do."
I tried to sound mean, but I think I just whimpered.
"Get off me, you beast," I said.
Yeah, I sounded pathetic at that point. I was totally melting. Goddamit did I want Daddy to fuck me! That's what I wanted.
"Well, how do I know you don't have nothing else of mine. You know, hidden away?" He said, real sly-like.
"You mean like in my pussy," I said as sarcastically as I could.
"Could be?" he said.
"I ain't got nothing of yours." I said.
"Seeing as I'm your Daddy now, I don't quite see it that way." He said.
I gulped.
"What are you talking about?" I said.
"Well, your pussy's mine, now, ain't it. I mean I am your Daddy." He said.
I just looked at him now.
"Anyway, I'd better check to make sure you ain't hiding nothing else." Daddy said. "You know, down their in your shorts."
And with that his hand slipped down, back into my cutoffs.
I sighed again. I moaned again. God, his hand felt good!
All he did really was to slip it in. You know. But it was huge. It covered all my pussy. And it felt like soft hot velvet over cold solid steal.
The heel of his hand was right on my clit. And slowly he started to move it. Back and forth. I moaned again.
Then, nimbly, a single finger of his slipped right into my cunt. Oh, God, it felt good!
But, Jesus, I still had my hymen. I guessed where his finger went, it wasn't gonna do no damage. So I just settled down and enjoyed the fireworks.
I closed my eyes. Yes, his fingers were excellent for cleaning guns, and even better for touching pussies.
