Page 2 of Daddy’s Girl

Zach

F rom the start I wanted to protect her, keep her safe.

Her terrified expression tore at me, and I could only love her.

She was mine and Grace knew it. She knew just how much Danielle meant to me and hated it.

When Danielle was at school she’d argue that I was too involved with Danielle, that she shouldn’t be sleeping in our bed.

It pissed me off and I’d force Grace to her knees and to take me down her throat.

I no longer cared about giving her pleasure, hadn’t for years since she couldn’t give me kids.

That’s why at first Danielle was so important to me, she was my little girl that I could protect, and I adored her.

Grace knew her place in our house, knew I wouldn’t let her off with a divorce since she’d known up front that she couldn’t have kids, had actually had her tubes tied so she specifically wouldn’t be able to have kids, but lied to me about it the entire time we were dating.

She knew I wanted kids. That if I’d known she couldn’t give them to me I’d walk, and she didn’t like that.

She only cared about herself. Her pleasure so I never fucked anything but her throat, never let her fuck anyone else either although she loved sex.

That was her punishment for lying to me and she knew better than attempt to leave, knew I’d turn her in for the shit I had on her and the way her family earned the money that was now hers.

When I found Danielle, we’d been married for six years and hadn’t fucked her in two in anyway. Then she started mouthing off about Danielle and I started fucking her face to ensure that she took care of my baby the right way.

Anytime Grace got out of line with Danielle, I showed her precisely how much more my baby meant to me than her and she finally figured out that I wasn’t about to let anything hurt my girl.

That’s when she fell in line, doing her chores instead of trying to get Danielle to do them, but not even that was enough for me.

Everything was done so poorly that I was about to toss her ass in the basement to stay.

Instead, I got home to find her dead and I was able to finally shower Danielle with all of my attention.

I told her multiple times that she didn’t have to cook or clean for us, that I would hire a housekeeper, but her sweet words killed me.

Her little confession that she liked taking care of it and making me happy and that she didn’t want someone else in our house, had me letting her do whatever she wanted, and my little baby could cook like a dream.

Nothing from Grace had ever tasted that good and in return, I spoiled Danielle with little presents, new clothes, shoes, bags that I couldn’t before Grace died because the money was in her name, not mine, until she died.

Then her body started changing and I had to control myself because this was my little girl, my baby, and I couldn’t begin to hurt her by desiring her.

She was such a good girl that I didn’t want to damage the bond between us by being a creep.

She was always home at the same time, would do her homework and start dinner so the day that she was almost five minutes late, had me worried.

I headed out to see what was going on, if she’d forgotten something at school and had to go back for it, and heard a scream.

I instantly knew it was her and I hurried down the sidewalk, seeing John coming out of his place.

I saw the jerk that had her pinned against his chest and if no one else had been around, I probably would have killed him.

Instead, I threw him off Danielle, seeing his pathetic cock out and fury filled me as I lifted my sobbing girl into my arms, finding her panties around her ankles.

I refused to let the cops talk to her anywhere but at our house and with me in the room, and when she said he didn’t manage to penetrate her, my relief was huge.

I made sure to stay up that night and at the first scream from her, I was instantly there, gathering her to me and taking her to my room.

For six months, I woke with a painfully erect cock and would stroke myself to release with her in my arms while she slept, hating my weakness but unable to stop myself.

She went back to her room after six months without any bad dreams but woke with a nightmare that night and I brought her back to bed with me.

After a couple more mornings waking with her pressed firmly against my cock, rubbing against it as she slept with the sweetest little moans falling from her throat, I finally had to ask her if she’d been with anyone I didn’t know about when I wasn’t at home, or when she was at school.

Her answer of no kept me from doing anything stupid and as much as I knew I shouldn’t risk it, I refused to let her sleep anywhere but with me.

I’d wake in the mornings with her ass pressed against my hard cock and I started grinding back against her while she slept on, so deep in her sleep and so innocent that she didn’t know what was happening.

Then I went to take her to her yearly appointment and heard those creeps calling her my little pussy.

The way they meant it was different from the way I wanted it to be true, but when the principal said that Danielle was just a whining tease who would instantly call foul if the boys started responding to her, I was done with that place.

I pulled her, finding a tutor for her to finish school and she did, phenomenally well and in just four months.

I don’t think she liked someone else being there with us during the days and neither did I. I like having her all to myself.

She took over all of the chores, cooking, cleaning, laundry, ironing, doing the shopping, but when I saw her nearly fall when she tried to change a burnt-out lightbulb, I insisted that anything like that she get me for to help her. I wasn’t about to let anything hurt my baby.

We took a vacation that summer to the beach and I saw the attention sent her way from the men there, they didn’t care how old she was, and I made sure that everyone knew she was mine.

When we got home, I checked to see if she wanted to go to college or find a job, that I could likely get her on somewhere with one of the people I knew.

She said no, asking who would take care of me and the house if she did.

Since then, I’ve just been waiting for her to turn eighteen.

Sixteen might be the age of consent, but there were too many other things to think of to risk it.

If anyone would find out, if she’d freak out about me making a move on her, I didn’t want to wind up being on the wrong side of the handcuffs.

Her birthday is finally here, and I have everything planned, our whole day, but first I can’t stop from rubbing one out against her sweet ass.

It’s plump and perfect and I love how it feels pressed against me.

I hope I can finally get a real taste of it, bury my cock deep in that sweet dark hole and take it hard, soon.

I’ve learnt to leave a pack of tissues next to the bed to clean up the cum before she wakes, so she doesn’t think she’d sweated and have to change the sheets daily to wash them.

I hate making more work for her with my needs but soon all of my cum will be inside her sweet little body and not on my clothes, sheets, or her sweet little panties.

I slip out of bed, getting dressed and go down to make her breakfast, a little birthday treat, and return to her just as she starts to stir. She has no clue that her nightgown rides up, showing off her panties to me and I don’t tell her, it’s far too enjoyable to see.

“Happy birthday, baby,” I say setting the tray down on her lap and she sees the little box that has her first present inside.

I pop the lid open, showing off the band, and her brows lift a bit making me smile.

“This is so you know that you are precious to me and that you will always belong to me. You might be eighteen now but that doesn’t mean I won’t want to take care of you still. ”

“I love it, Daddy,” she says, and I lean down, giving her a soft kiss on the lips as I always do when she calls me that. I slip the ring onto her finger, her left ring finger so people will think she’s taken entirely while she’s out and leave her alone.

“Go get dressed, we have a busy day,” I tell her, and she quickly gets up after eating and takes her clothes out of the dresser.

She doesn’t realize that I’ve changed out all of her panties for sexy little thongs yet, but I can see the odd look on her face as she comes out of the bathroom dressed.

“I bought you some new clothes, you don’t have to wear little girl things still baby, you’re not at school for those idiots to bother. ”

“Thank you, Daddy, I love it,” she states, and I give her another little kiss before ushering her down to the car to take her out for her special day.