Angel: A Taboo Romance

by Skye Darrel

As if on call, the cat slithers around my ankles, and I damn near scream at the touch of bristling fur. She meows at me before she pads away.

  “She definitely likes you,” Lily says.

  I bet the cat just wants to be fed.

  After breakfast, I have Lily sign the papers that’ll make her guardianship official once my lawyers file them with the court. I give her a kiss at the door and warn her to stay inside the house. I’m worried about her safety. My vague dream of danger from last night won’t go away, and even though Willowbrook has more trees than people, I can’t shake the sense that something bad will happen.

  I’d take her with me, but I can’t stand the idea of Elijah leering at my Lily. And who knows what else he has planned. He could try to have her arrested for all I know.

  “Don’t leave the house,” I tell her on the porch. “Stay put until I get back.”

  She gives me a pout, her dress flapping in the breeze. “Is that a rule, Daddy?”

  “It’s for your safety, precious. I won’t be long.”

  “You won’t leave me?” she says in a tiny voice. “I mean, you’re won’t run off somewhere and never come back?”

  “I’m never leaving you. Never.”

  Lily sighs like she still doesn’t believe me, and I don’t blame her. I grab her waist and kiss her furiously, prying her mouth open with my tongue. I squeeze her breasts before my hand dips under her skirt to rub her panties. Then I push the fabric aside and stroke her folds while I roll my tongue in her mouth.

  She’s breathless when I pull back.

  “Take them off,” I order her.

  “What?”

  “Your panties.”

  Flustered, she slides them down her legs and puts them in my hand. I can already smell her scent, but that’s not enough. Backing her into the side of the house, I hitch up her skirt and push my cock into her hot pussy, coating myself in her cream before pulling out. I look down to see my cock wet with her desire.

  Lily lets out a soft moan.

  Wrapping her panties around my shaft, I wipe myself off and impregnate the cloth with the taste of her cunt and stuff them in my pocket.

  “Wait for me,” I growl. “I’ll be jacking my cock in these. Then I’ll bring them back so you can see the cum that should’ve gone in your pussy. After that, you’re going to ride my cock. Understood?”

  Her face is bright red. “Yes, Daddy.”

  And then I’m off, rushing down the porch before I can change my mind, my dick pulsing under my briefs.

  It’s a twenty-minute drive into town down a winding road through the woods. The whole time I’m nursing a hard-on that can only be satisfied one way. But I make myself wait. I take her panties out and smell them before stuffing them back into my pocket.

  Mine.

  She’s all mine.

  That singular thought takes over my mind as I reach the main road that cuts through the center of Willowbrook. I swerve to a stop outside the mayor’s office, a squat two-story brick building between a gas station and convenience store. Less than five hundred people live in Willowbrook, and this the center of it all.

  I wait while a couple strolls past on the sidewalk, then take Lily’s panties out and wrap them around my hard cock. I can’t wait another minute. Stroking myself, I close my eyes and think of her, the feel of her cunt wrapped around my cock, the smell of her innocence before I claimed it, and her breaths on my neck as rutted her pussy to orgasm.

  My body shudders and the panties soak with wet heat. Grunting, I take a deep breath and stuff them back into my pocket and zip up.

  It’s almost noon.

  That should hold me over until I get back to my angel.

  I make a line straight for Elijah’s office, barge in, and see a secretary.

  “Mayor Maxwell,” I snarl. “And don’t tell me he’s in a meeting.”

  The woman hurries to an inside office, and within five minutes I’m sitting across an antique oak desk from Elijah Maxwell.

  “Mr. Cormac, I’m surprised—”

  “Cut the shit. You know why I’m here.”

  Elijah clears his throat, shuts the door, and returns to his seat. “Yes. I know why you’re here.” He looks me in the eye. “You love her, don’t you?”

  I slam the table with my fists. “You don’t get to ask me that question.”

  “Then what can I do for you?”

  “Lily would never hurt her grandmother. Why the fuck is the county sheriff investigating her?”

  “I asked him to.”

  I’m halfway out of my seat and about to lunge when Elijah opens his drawer and pulls out a folder.

  “There’s no need for that, Mr. Cormac. I looked into your records last night, what was public at least. And some others not so public. I know you used to be in the Army. I couldn’t find out much more, which is surprising. I have many friends in many places.”

  Elijah waits for me to say something.

  I glare back and say nothing.

  He clears his throat. “You belonged to some super secret Army unit that makes Marines and SEALs look lazy. Fine. I know you’re a dangerous man. A man to be respected. Take a look at what’s in this folder before you do anything rash. Your innocent Lily may not be so innocent.”

  “What is this?”

  “A coroner’s report. Postmortem examination. Cause of death, details like that. Her grandmother died of poisoning, true. But it wasn’t food poisoning. I suppressed the true cause of death.”

  I fist my hands and freeze.

  “You see, Mr. Cormac, I love Lily too. And I have a certain amount of influence in Willowbrook. You might even say that around these parts, there’s no higher power than me. If I want to make something happen, it’ll happen. In this particular case, I also want to protect her.”

  “Speak plainly.”

  “Open the folder and read.”

  I do, and my heart sinks.

  Chapter Seven

  Lily

  The creek behind our house is shallow with a sandy bottom. I wade in to my knees and curl my toes in the sand. The sun is setting, and I love this time of the day.

  Grandma told me once Willowbrook is named after this creek. She taught me so many things, and I miss her. I miss her more than I miss my parents. Dad was never around much, and Mom didn’t let me live my life—I realize that now.

  She never let me do anything—what was that word she loved to use? Risqué. Everything was too risqué for Mom. She grew up in a big city, and she hated it. She fell in love with Willowbrook as much as she did with Dad. I guess that was why she thought I should love them too.

  But I never did.

  My first memory of a man isn’t my father Joseph.

  It’s Dalton. He was there for me when Joseph wasn’t. Dalton was there when it mattered. He made me feel cherished, like I was special. And as my body blossomed, I started thinking about him in ways I shouldn’t have.

  It broke my heart when he stopped visiting three years ago. Then my parents went down with that plane, and Grandma passed the next month . . .

  I thought the life I knew was over.

  But Dalton’s here now, and I keep telling myself everything will be okay. He was my first. He’s all I’ve ever wanted, burning away my loneliness, my worries. But I feel a nagging doubt. How he looked at me this morning on the porch when I told him I love him.

  He didn’t say the words back. He looked at me like he had to take care of me. I know he made a pact with my father all those years ago to take care of each other’s families if anything happened. Is that why he’s here? Because he feels obligated?

  I dip my hair in the cool water and take a deep breath. No. I felt his heart beat as he took my body, felt the desire in him.

  But that’s not the same as love, is it?

  “Oh stop it,” I snap. “He’s perfect.”

  And his cock . . . oh. I don’t think anything can feel so good. I grow wetter as the memories flood me. After he took my panties this morning, I didn’
t put on another pair. I moped around the house all day waiting for him to come back. A few times I touched myself but always stopped before I came.

  Not without his permission.

  I’m his little girl, and my pussy belongs to him.

  His cock is all mine.

  “Yes,” I say to myself with a blush.

  Lifting my skirt, I splash some water between my thighs to ease the throbbing there. So wrong. So right. Then I look up at the bank, and my heart thumps when I see him standing on the back deck.

  Tall and handsome.

  I raise my hand. He waves back and walks to the shore. He told me not to leave the house, and maybe he’ll discipline me. A spanking. Or his thick, beautiful cock in my mouth.

  Or His tongue down there.

  Sounds good to me.

  I stride up to the bank as he comes down, his face angry.

  “What are you doing, Lily?”

  I give him a pout. “It was getting stuffy inside.”

  “I told you to stay in the house,” he growls.

  “Sorry.”

  He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles, but I can feel the tension in his body. “Do you have my panties?” I ask.

  He takes them out of his pocket, showing me his cum. The smell of him makes my pussy pulse. He looks me over, at the thin dress clinging to my body, hitched up my thighs, and the bulge in his pants rises higher.

  But there’s a coldness in his voice, and he doesn’t kiss me. “Come inside.”

  “What’s the matter? Did you speak with Elijah?”

  He rakes a hand through his dark hair. “Yeah. We need to talk, Lily.”

  “Talk about what?” I can tell this anger in him isn’t playing, not like before. He’s really mad about something.

  “Come on.”

  Holding me by the wrist, he guides me up the back porch into the kitchen. I notice all the cabinets are open, and a closet has been ransacked, all the stuff inside spilled out along the hallway.

  “What were you looking for?” I ask.

  Dalton doesn’t answer. He asks me to sit on the sofa while he stands in front of me, our knees nearly touching.

  “Is there anything you want to confess?” he says.

  “Huh?”

  “Don’t lie to me, Lily.”

  The bulge in his pants is obvious now. I squeeze it to find him hard, and he flinches but says nothing as I pull out his cock. “What are you talking about?”

  He grits his teeth. “Lily, I’m serious. Don’t play around . . .” His words melt into groans as I stroke him faster. He shuts his eyes for a moment, as if he can’t decide what to do next.

  “What did Elijah tell you?” I say. “What—”

  “Get up. Put your hands on the sofa and raise your ass. Show me your holes. You disobeyed me when you left the house and you need to be disciplined.”

  My chest flutters as I follow his commands. Putting my hands on the sofa, I rear my behind and wait for his touch. He pulls up my skirt and runs his hand over my cheeks, making my skin prickle.

  A finger slides into my entrance, rolling around. His breathing roughens into that animal rasp I love.

  “You’re very wet, Lily. Did you touch this pussy today while I was gone?” A gentle slap stings my rear. “Did you make yourself cum without permission?”

  His words make me shudder as heat rises in my belly. There’s an edge to his voice I haven’t heard before, and his fingers thrust in and out of my body.

  “I waited for you to come back,” I moan.

  Another smack whips across my bottom. “My dirty little girl. I’m going to fuck you from behind. Don’t look around, take what I give you.”

  I feel a flash of heat and arch. “Y-Yes.”

  Dalton’s big hands roam up the swell of my hips to my shoulders, squeezing along the way, and he yanks down the top of my dress to free my breasts. Molding them in his grip, he kisses between my shoulder blades and bends over my back. I feel his cock sliding against my folds before a sharp slap swats my breasts and stinging pleasure needles through my puffy nipples.

  “What are you doing?” I gasp.

  “You’ve been a bad girl.”

  “Because I left the house?”

  His lips drag across my shoulder while one hand mashes my breast. The other trails down to my clit, flicking and pinching, making me writhe back against his chest. “More than that.”

  He grabs my hips, the head of his cock nestling between my folds before he thrusts into me fully. My pleasure sharpens, and I dig my fingers into the cushions as his hips clap on my rear. The room fills with suckling squelches and my breathy moans.

  “Such a bad, bad girl,” he grits out. He sounds almost in pain.

  Tears of pleasure stream down my face as I cry out and shudder, taking what he gives me. Dalton has never been this rough, some animal in him taking over. I buck back thrust for thrust, my walls clenching tighter as his fingers dance over my pulsing clit.

  “Daddy,” I whimper.

  “I’ll never let them hurt you,” he snarls. “No matter what.”

  I’m confused. Who wants to hurt me?

  No time to think.

  He yankes my neck around and smashes his lips against mine. He swallows my cries in a punishing kiss. Then he leans back and grabs my hair in a ponytail, and he pounds into my pussy, thrusting deep as the scorching tempo ripples my whole body.

  He swings his hips so hard it feels like he’s spanking me, and I sink to my elbows, bending at the knees, the gnawing itch pulsing in my body ready to erupt. He rubs my clit even faster.

  “Cum for me.”

  We climax together, locked together and writhing.

  He lets me down slowly, until I’m on my hands and knees, my head resting face-flat on the sofa. His cock leaves me before his tongue plunges into my swollen pussy.

  “You taste so sweet, Lily. You always taste so sweet after I fuck you.”

  “More,” I breathe.

  He clutches my buttocks. “I’m going to claim your pretty pink asshole.”

  A jolt shoots up my spine. “Oh God.”

  “Both your holes belong to me.”

  I whimper, my belly clenching with anticipation, and Dalton’s wet cock pushes into my virgin rear passage. He drives deeper until I feel his sac on the delicate skin between my openings, my cheeks rolling around his pulsing shaft.

  “I warned you before, Lily. I would fuck your ass when you misbehave, when you’ve been truly naughty. Do you like it?”

  “Yes,” I moan.

  He bites the tip of my ear. “Answer me properly, Princess. What do you like?”

  “I love when you fuck my ass!”

  Then he’s pounding at me, harder and faster than ever, his cock trailing heat in my passage as his balls slap on my pussy. He claws down my sides and squeezes my breasts, pulling at them, and he whispers filthy things in my ear.

  “I should take you home with me, angel. Lock you in my bedroom and chain you to my bed. No one will get between us, and I’ll have your soft body whenever I want. I’ll make you cum over and over, and I’ll breed you. I’ll stuff my cock down your throat, in your wet cunt, in this tight asshole. You’ll lie there and take me, and you’ll love it. You’ll be my little secret. Do you want that, Lily? Do you want to be mine forever?”

  I would’ve agreed to anything. To feel him inside me, claiming me, making me ache in the sweetest way. I’m drifting in a hot haze, my bottom pulled tight around his bulging cock. “Yes!”

  “Good, I’d rather you be my prisoner than in prison.”

  I open my eyes. “What do you mean?”

  “Hush. Cum for me one more time.”

  I moan and chase the heat threading into my belly. He wraps both arms around my waist, pushing his chest flush on my back. His cock pistons in my rear as his heavy balls smack on my folds. I want to see him. I want to cum for him and look into his eyes, but his grip is firm, and I lose my voice as my body surges.

  “Daddy!”
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br />   “That’s it. Cum for me.”

  A hot squirt shoots out of my empty pussy as my asshole flutters. He thrusts through my orgasm, groaning against my shoulder, throwing his weight into me until his cock shudders, and he floods my passage with scalding cum. Pulling back, he turns me around, resting me against the sofa.

  His shirt is open and sweat runs down his chest in rivulets. More cum dribbles out of his cock. He squeezes my breasts, making me yelp and moan. Then he yanks me up by my hips and brings my pussy to his wet lips, and he sucks out my juices, fucking me with his tongue until I cum one more time on his mouth.

  I nearly faint, but he refuses to let me go as he brings me back with kisses.

  Dalton holds me in his arms for minutes, and I feel him hardening again. He pulls off my damp dress and locks me in his arms, his skin burning against mine, the muscles underneath flexing and straining.

  He drags me onto the sofa, pries my thighs apart, and thrusts back into my pussy with one hand on my mouth. Lying on top, he holds me down with his cock buried to the base.

  My eyelids flutter and I bring my knees up around him.

  “You’re going to answer some questions,” he says.

  Chapter Eight

  Dalton

  Lily grips my cock, and I feel the tremors in her walls as she squirms beneath me. Her big, innocent eyes look up in puzzlement, still dulled by her orgasms. She trusts me completely, taking what I give her, and I hate myself for what I’m about to say.

  My body still hungers, the silky feel of her wet cunt making my balls boil. I can’t ever get enough. I can’t ever give her up.

  But I need answers, and she’s going to give them.

  Lily leans back and rubs down my torso, her breathy gasps coming faster and faster. She’s cum twice tonight, but her body’s eager for more. My grip on her neck softens as she turns and whispers, “This is better.”

  Her innocence stabs through my guts, and all I want to do is hold her in my arms and tell her everything will be okay. But I cannot. Not after what I learned from Mayor Elijah. So I encourage the beast inside me, the monster that demands everything from my little girl. I focus on the sensation of her cunt, the redness over her tits from my palm, and the soft, virgin feel of her body. I get my beast worked up.