I lay this perfect this angel on my bed, knowing if I start to fill up her untapped cunt, I’ll never want to stop.

But right now, all I care about is making her happy. She’s begging for me, and I so badly want to make her come, that I’m about to explode myself.

The idea of another man being with her, makes me want to shield her from the outside world forever. Her father hurt her, and now that I know, I won’t let any other man do that to her.

“Do I look pretty, Daddy?” she asks, her kinky desire falling from her lips.

“You look perfect, Princess.” And she does. Her head rests against my pillow and her bare tits bounce as she gets comfortable.

I would have thought she’d be more nervous, but here in my room, a place she’s never been before, she seems at home.

And goddammit, maybe she is.

“Now let me see that pussy, Baby Girl,” I say.

I ease off her white thong, innocence dripping from her.

When I look her over though, I see bruises on her torso, on her arm. Places she’s been hit.

“Oh, Sweet Thing,” I whisper, hating the fact that her father has hurt her. What a goddamn motherfucking bastard. He will pay for what he did to this baby girl. One way or another.

“Don’t, I don’t want to talk about him. Not now. Not when I am finally with you.”

“You sure you are ready? You’ve been through a lot, Heaven. I don’t want—”

She cuts me off and she drops her knees open, showing me all of her. “I know what I want, Daddy.”

I gaze at her sweet pink pussy that needs to be filled so fucking badly. Her nice big tits, her flat white tummy, and then I look lower, taking in her creamy cunt in all its untouched glory.

“God, you look so good,” I tell her, kneeling on the floor next to her. I pull her hips closer to the edge of the bed, needing to run my tongue up and down her opening. “Does my baby girl know how nice she looks? All nice and clean for me. How did you know your Daddy likes a bare pussy?”

I hear her whimper, my words causing her ripeness to drip. My hand runs up and down her smooth thighs, wanting her to be comfortable as I begin to work my way over her body.

“I want this so much,” she whispers. And I look up, though it’s hard to take my eyes off her cunt. She sits up on her elbows, the tiny little rolls of her belly so damn cute and her titties sway as she adjusts herself on my bed. “You really think I’m pretty?”

“I don’t understand how no one has ever had their way with you. You’re clearly a sexual being, No one strips down like this if they are scared of sex.”

She sighs, running her hand between her legs. She parts her pussy with her fingers, running her finger up and down her wetness. God, my cock aches at the sight of this baby girl touching herself for me.

She pulls me closer, offering me her glistening finger. I open my mouth and suck the cream off, groaning as I taste her virgin cunt for the very first time.

“I told you, Hawkin,” she says. “I waited for you. Ever since I saw your cock in the bathroom. I waited until I could give myself to you. Now I am a woman, and it’s time for me to be your baby girl.”

I can’t hold back anymore. I need to taste her more than anything in my life. I press my greedy mouth to her cunt and begin to lick.

My tongue runs up and down the length of her pussy, her warm slit so sweet and juicy and as I tongue her little folds, they beg for more. Her clit is like a prize fucking jewel, and I roll my tongue over her, so slowly she tenses from head to toe. I keep going like that, so slowly I know it’s practically painful. I want her cunt to beg for more. More. More. More.

And it does. I feel her clit throb with want, a pulsing pink button of desire and I flick it with my tongue, making her cry out in pleasure.

I flick her clit again, my tongue fast and practiced. I know what my baby girl’s cunt is begging for.

It’s time to suck her again, and I run my mouth over her, sucking her juice, my beard ticking her as I fuck her cunt with my tongue. Her knees buckle, tight around my head, and I force her legs back down.

God, she is perfection.

I run my finger over the hood of her cunt, nice tight circles sending her over the edge. Her pussy begins to pour with pleasure and I lap all that cream up fully and completely, not wanting to waste a drop.

“Oh, Hawkin,” she moans, an orgasm rolling over her body and I love the way she screams my name.

I know she needs more. I press a finger to her, flicking that clit firmly, until she is writhing on the bed, arching her back, and clawing at the sheets. My timid mouse has turned into a wild tiger. She knows what she wants.

This night.

It’s hers.

I finger her tight cunt, knowing she needs to be stretched out before she has my cock. Poor thing might break in two.

“That’s so good… so… oh, Hawkin. Oh Daddy…” Her words fall apart as I press her knees down and add a second finger to her creamy center.

“I love making you squirm, Heaven,” I tell her, still feeling like I might wake from this dream at any moment. The girl of my dreams is here, on my bed, begging for me to fuck her. It’s more than I ever imagined for myself.

I’d rather die alone than have anyone but her.

And now she is here, coming so fucking hard against my hand. I’ve never needed a cunt so badly in my life.

When the orgasm stops wracking through her, I rest my hand on her pussy, letting the pulsing need finish winding its way through her body. I kiss her thighs as she catches her breath. Moving over her, I kiss her belly, the place she said she wanted a baby.

God, I never thought of being a parent—but goddammit, my cock gets close to coming at the mere thought of filling that tasty cunt up with my seed. Then watching a baby grow inside her little body. She’d look so good, her belly round with our child.

I lean over her, kissing her tits, sucking her nice, hard nipples. I love how big they are, globes that were made for a man’s hand. I’m already thinking about pressing my thick cock between her titties. God, she’d look so good with my come coating them.

She whispers my name as I press my face between her tits. She loves it, I feel the smile on her face, her legs wrapping around my waist as I motorboat against her breasts. I squeeze them together, loving how full and supple they are as I lick and devour them.

Her hands run through my hair as I suck her nipples, but my rod is still aching to be touched. As if reading my mind, Heaven repeats my name.

“Hawkin,” she begs. “I need to see your cock. I need to taste you like you tasted me.”