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  I’d seen Levi at the pool in his swimming trunks, but never in his boxers. I couldn’t stop staring.

  His chest was covered in graying hair, his thick biceps tattooed with ink he refused to explain to any of us.

  Levi had always been a handsome man. Since Mom brought him home, his graying hair had lost any sign of the black that used to be there. He’d grown his beard out, and I knew several girls in my year had a huge crush on him. They even called him Daddy Levi, which I found incredibly embarrassing. But now that I was looking at him, I felt my own body responding to his. I wanted to close my legs before I gave myself away, but I had a feeling he’d scold me if I tried to do so. I kept them open, focusing my gaze on his face. His toned pecs and his ripped stomach were too distracting.

  I didn’t dare look lower. His cock was bulging so much in his boxers, I thought it would break through the fabric. Instead, I kept my eyes focused on his. I didn’t recognize the expression in his eyes. It was dark, brooding. I must have upset him with something, but I had no idea what I’d done.

  And then I felt something between my legs. Something leaking from my center all over my panties. And I closed my legs on instinct, as quick as I possibly could.

  Levi didn’t like that.

  He let out a displeased sound and reached down for me. When his fingers made contact with my skin, I gasped lightly, and when he forced my legs apart I resisted with everything I had. I didn’t want him to see. So embarrassing, so fucking embarrassing.

  “Keep them spread,” he barked at me. “Always keep them spread for me, baby girl.”

  I blushed at the words he’d used. He’d never called me that before.

  “Daddy…” I said softly, but he shut me up by touching my hair.

  The lightest of touches. Just his fingers sliding over my brown hair slowly, ever so slowly. He felt like the man I knew in that moment, the man who’d been taking care of me even when my mom wouldn’t. His fingertips slid over my silky locks, touching my cheek and gently cupping it. I leaned into him, because I needed something to comfort me in this weird night.

  “Are you wet now, Kendall?” he asked me in his kindest voice, and my eyes flew open, focusing on his. He stroked my cheek with his thumb. “Between your legs, baby girl. Are you wet between your legs?”

  I swallowed again, unable to give him an answer.

  “Do I have to check?” he asked me in the sweet voice I wasn’t used to. “Does Daddy have to check your panties, baby?”

  “N-no,” I muttered, and even though I didn’t understand why, I pulled my legs up. My knees were almost at my hips now, the wet spot on my panties only a touch away from his fingers.

  “Turn on the light,” he said, his voice strained now. “The light on your bedside table, Kendall. Daddy wants to see, right now.”

  My fingers trembled wildly as I reached for the lamp. I pulled on the string and the room lit up. It felt oppressive. Everything so plainly visible now, from the way I was shaking to the wet spot on my panties.

  I watched him look down between my legs. I watched him groan and grab his crotch, his fingers leaving mine and lingering above my pussy, an inch away from the forbidden spot. No one had ever touched me there. I’d never wanted anyone’s fingers there… not until now.

  My breath hitched at the filthy realization. I wanted Levi to touch me. I wanted him to rip my panties off my body and see what he’d done to me.

  “Is your little pussy wet, Kendall?” he asked me gently. “Feel it. Just your fingertips. Feel your panties and tell me.”

  I shivered, but reached down because I always did what Levi told me to. My fingers brushed my center and my body bucked under my own touch. It made me hiss.

  “Tell me,” Levi growled at him. “Tell me if you’re fucking wet for me, baby girl.”

  “Y-yes,” I managed to get out. “My-my panties are wet.”

  “Your panties are wet what?” he asked, and I stared at him in complete confusion. “My name. Use my fucking name.”

  “Levi…” I whispered, and he growled at me like a savage animal.

  “No,” he said roughly. “Not that name. Not right now, Kendall. What do you call me? When you’re being a good little girl, what do you call me?”

  The tension in the room was impossibly high. My body was shaking. My mouth resisted. I forced my lips open and blurted the word that came to mind.

  “Daddy.”

  “That’s right,” Levi grunted. “Take your nightie off. Take it off right the fuck now.”

  I wasn’t sure I wanted to, but my body obeyed, because it was Levi, and I always did what Levi said.

  I reached for the hem of my nightie and pulled it over my head, letting it drop to the floor. The room was completely silent and I blushed furiously when I remembered I wasn’t wearing a bra.

  My hands flew up and I shielded my nipples from his eyes. When I brushed my fingertips against them, I mewled. It hurt. They’d never been like this, so painfully hard every stroke of my fingers felt like absolute torture.

  “Does it hurt?” he asked me, and I stared and stared. “Tell me if your tits are hurting.”

  He was stroking his cock through the fabric of his boxers. Long, jerking motions coupled with grunts and his eyes fiery on my skin. I could feel them burning, and it matched the fire in the pit of my stomach. I’d never been so scared. I’d never wanted anything as much as I wanted him to take that scrap of fabric off. I didn’t understand it. It felt so dirty. It felt so… right.

  “Y-yes,” I whispered.

  “Yes what?” he demanded. “Don’t make me remind you again.”

  “Yes…” I repeated. “Yes, Da-daddy.”

  He didn’t make a sound. Just kept staring at me, with my hands over my chest and the wet spot on my panties leaking all over my thighs.

  “Your legs are wet,” he told me. “Your fucking thighs are soaked, Kendall. Why are they so wet?”

  “I don’t know,” I cried out helplessly. “I don’t know, okay? I don’t know.”

  “Open them wider,” he insisted. “As wide as you can. Pull your knees up, I want to see.”

  I did it. I pulled my knees up, with my pussy on display. My cotton panties were so wet the fabric stuck to my pussy lips, outlining them. I couldn’t bear to look at myself for longer than a second. It was so embarrassing. I could have died on the spot.

  “D-daddy,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “What are you doing? Please, what are you doing? Why are you doing this?”

  He stared at me.

  For so long.

  And then he cursed out loud, so many words I didn’t even catch all of them.

  He grabbed his clothes and made for the door while absolute dread filled me.

  I was off the bed in seconds, reaching the door before him. I was panting as I leaned against it, my hands on either side of my body, my tits exposed, my pussy dripping wet. He stopped inches away from me, his eyes hungry as he stared at me blocking his path. He wouldn’t look down. Not at my tits or my stomach, not at my legs or the desperate part of me that was leaking down my thighs.

  “Move!” he barked at me. “Move, Kendall.”

  “N-no!” I said desperately. “I won’t. I’m not fucking moving.”

  “Don’t use that word,” he snapped. “Don’t fucking curse.”

  I stared at him, pissed off at his righteousness, when he was doing the exact thing he told me not to. Jackass.

  “Look down,” I said shakily. “Look down, Daddy. I dare you.”

  He stared into my eyes, his own blazing with anger. And then, finally, his eyes slid down.

  I felt every inch he looked at. My long neck. My collarbones. Down my décolletage. And then, finally, locking on my tits. Biting his lip as he stared my tight nipples.

  “Are you going to leave?” I asked him, feeling braver than ever. “Are you going to leave now, Daddy?”

  He reached for me, and my body jerked towards his. One hand next to my head. His body so close to mine. His ot
her hand reaching for the door handle. I was shivering. Shaking to the point I felt dizzy.

  Levi reached for the handle and the world stood still for a split second.

  And then he turned the key, locking us in my room.

  3

  Levi

  My hand slipped from the key in the lock, brushing against her thigh and making her gasp my name.

  I felt uneasy. Unsure. Nervous.

  But one look at her was enough.

  Those big, needy eyes, her pupils so dilated her eyes looked black. Her shaky body, so shaky I thought she could fall over if I nudged her. Her beautiful brown hair that I’d seen her brush so gently in front of her vanity, falling down that perfect tanned back. Her lips were parted in a silent plea, her wide eyes asking the unspoken question…

  Are you going to fuck me, Daddy?

  One fucking look told me all I needed to know.

  She wanted this so fucking badly.

  I caged her body beneath mine and watched her shake, my cock so hard I felt precum spilling from my tip. I reached for her, my strong fingers wrapping around her dainty wrist, and I placed her hand on the bulge in my boxers. She tried to resist, but I made her. Forced her hand to cup my balls, stroke my cock, slow, up and down, until she was physically trembling.

  And then I let go of her and pressed my body against hers, skin on skin, nothing but our underwear between us.

  She cried, not cried out, cried like a little girl, tears slipping down her rosy cheeks and dripping from her chin.

  I couldn’t fucking move. I stayed like that, with her body so submissive to mine, for what felt like hours. She was struggling to get away, her cries more and more desperate. My cock throbbed against her tummy. Her nipples were so hard they looked tiny, so tight and so hard they must’ve hurt.

  I lowered my face against hers. My beard brushed against her jaw ever so gently, and she finally made a desperate little sound.

  “Do you know how to kiss?” I asked her gently, my voice a breath across her lips. “Has anyone taught you, Kendall?”

  “I…” she whispered. “Daddy, please, I’m–”

  “Kiss me,” I growled against her mouth. “Fucking kiss me so I can decide if you’re good at it.”

  She was shaking so much I had to place my hands on her forearms and hold her back against the door.

  “Come on,” I said gently. “Come on, baby girl. One little kiss. One lick, one taste. Come on, Kendall. Kiss Daddy right now.”

  She leaned forward, her mouth latching onto mine. She sobbed against my lips and started to kiss me, so fucking needy it was all sucking, lapping at me, like she was trying to give me a blowjob. I didn’t let myself move, even though it felt like my cock was going to burst. It stretched my boxers to a dangerous point, precum leaking from my tip like a damn waterfall.

  “Kendall,” I muttered against her wet lips, and she whimpered, kissing me harder, braver, more desperate. “Baby girl, look at you.”

  She looked up at me as she bit my bottom lip, sucking, pleading with those eyes.

  “You’re a fucking mess,” I told her, my hand going up to her cheek and wiping at her tear-stained skin. She mewled as I kept stroking her, my other hand going to the small of her back, soothing her as gently as I could manage. “Such a pretty little mess for Daddy, aren’t you, Kendall? Do you like being messy for me?”

  “Y-yes,” she stuttered, her lips still on mine. So desperate, her kisses getting messy like she had no idea what she was doing. I fucking reveled in it. No experience. Never touched, never spoiled. I was losing it, more and more by the second. She was still a fucking kid. Fuck her eighteen years, she kissed like a little girl.

  And I was a sick damn bastard, because it turned me right the fuck on.

  “Are you going to let me mess you up?” I whispered against her lips. “Are you going to let Daddy fuck you up, baby girl?”

  More tears, so many fucking tears. She nodded with her mouth on mine, jerky little nods while she pushed her tongue inside my mouth. I sucked on her. She tasted like cherry pie and innocence. Jesus fucking Christ.

  “Beg me,” I ordered her as she took my mouth, her fingers coming up and scratching at my chest desperately. “Beg, Kendall.”

  “Please, p-please,” she whimpered. “Please Daddy, please, please, Daddy please.”

  “Please what?” I growled into her mouth. Such a fucking tiny mouth. She was never going to fit my cock in there. Not even if I grabbed the sides of it and held her open like a whore. “Please what, Kendall? Beg properly, beg fucking perfectly, baby girl, because you have to convince me.”

  “Please Daddy,” she rushed. “Please, Daddy please, I’ll do anything, kiss me back Daddy, kiss my neck, kiss my tits… Daddy, kiss my… kiss my pussy…”

  I groaned and one lone tear ran down her cheek. She kept kissing me between soft pleas and whispered promises.

  “Please touch me. Please stroke me, please Daddy, just please touch me, scratch me, pinch me, just touch me, Daddy, do whatever you want… I promise I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise you.”

  “I don’t want to touch you,” I growled, and she stilled for a mere second before going back to what she’d been doing, completely ignoring my words. “I don’t, baby girl, I don’t want to touch you like that, it’s not right, it’s not good, we’re not supposed to do that, not here, not now. Beg me, Kendall, beg for me to change my mind.”

  “Change your mind,” she hissed. “Change your mind, Daddy, and touch me right now.”

  I stared into her eyes and she moved back, her mouth setting in a thin line and she grabbed my hand. This time, she was the one to force me, and she touched my hand to her left breast. Her nipple fit into the hole between my thumb and index finger like it was made for it, and I cursed out loud when I felt the puckered, tight skin.

  “See, it’s not so hard,” she said in a husky voice. “It’s not so hard, Daddy… Now slide your hand down…”

  She made me do it.

  Dragging my hand down, between those small tits, over her tight stomach, over her panties. My fingers were getting wet. She made me cup her cunt, over the panties. She held me in place for what felt like ages, moaning for me while my breaths got more and more ragged. And then I felt her wetness leak onto the palm of my hand.

  “Fuck,” I breathed against her ear, and she looked up at me, those eyes so innocent, so needy. “Take them off, Kendall.”

  She grabbed me by the wrists and forced her own panties off with my hands. She made me cup her ass when she wiggled out of them, my fingers digging into her skin. Her tight little bubble butt bounced in my hands as her panties ended up on the floor. I didn’t risk looking down, because I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist her any longer if I looked at her juicy snatch.

  “Won’t you look, Daddy?” she asked sweetly, and I exhaled slowly. “Look at me…”

  I closed my eyes tightly as she pushed me back, off of her. I looked at her again, staggering back, trying to regain my balance.

  She was naked, completely fucking naked, and I’d never seen anything more beautiful. That impossibly tight, young little body. Perky, tiny tits with nipples the color of soft pink roses, just like her sweet, innocent mouth. I looked down. I had to look down. I couldn’t help myself.

  Her pussy was shaved.

  Bare.

  She reached between her legs, her other hand going up, a finger hooking in her mouth, licking, the other hand opening her pussy for me. She showed me her fucking virgin cunt, like she was playing with the petals of a flower.

  “Look,” she mewled. “Do you like it, Daddy?”

  Her fingers spread that pussy wider. I saw her clit, glistening with so much need my mind stopped working. Alarms went off inside my head, blaring, trying to wake me up from the fucking haze. I didn’t give a shit, about any of it. I was fucking thankful in the back of my mind, fucking painfully thankful she’d done this now that she was eighteen, because if she hadn’t waited, I wouldn’t have been able to resist.


  “Do you like my body?” she asked needily, sucking on her finger between the words. She turned around, bent over. Fingertips to her toes, her ass up, her legs straight, her perfect snatch peeking at me, wetness dripping down those thighs. “Do you like my pussy, Daddy? I started shaving a few months ago… I like it better bare. I like seeing it get wet that way…”

  I took a step back. Fucking delirious. Losing my goddamn mind. The little slut. The little fucking bitch.

  “Don’t you want to feel?” she whined, turning back to me, dropping to her knees, crawling while I stumbled back, dropping to the bed. “Don’t you want to touch my pretty little pussy, Daddy, don’t you want to feel how tight I am for you?”

  She put her hands on my knees and raised herself up, her mouth gasping for mine.

  “You sound like a fucking porn star, you little slut,” I growled at her. “Who fucking taught you to talk like that?”

  “Amanda,” she smiled softly.

  I should have known it. That sister of hers was leagues ahead of Kendall.

  “But you like it,” she went on. “You like my dirty mouth…”

  She licked my lips, her tiny pink tongue darting between her lips and tasting me. Every time she got a taste she fucking giggled.

  “Kendall,” I grunted, trying to make sense of the situation. I should never have walked in there. I should’ve torn that damn letter up. A fucking trap is what it was. “Kendall, baby girl, put your clothes back on.”

  “No,” she hissed. “No, I won’t.”

  “Kendall,” I repeated with a firmer voice. “I’ll make you.”

  She reached for my hand. Wrapped it around her own throat. Her eyes blazed as she stared at me.

  “Make me,” she begged. “Make me do anything you want, Daddy. You know I will.”

  My fingers tightened around her swan neck. My mind was whirring, my head throbbing, and so was my cock. It had gone too far already. Too fucking far. She was naked on her knees, I was practically tearing a hole through my damn boxers I was so hard.