Chapter 176 ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SIX

Chapter 176: Chapter ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SIX

ANGEL

With our gazes locked, I didn’t just reach down—I took hold of him through his sleep pants, squeezing firmly.

He was rock hard. Thick, and straining against my palm like a caged animal trying to break free.

I could feel every single inch of him through the thin fabric—the rigid length, the swollen head, the heat radiating off him like an oven. His length filled my palm and overflowed, absurdly thick, pulsing with a frantic beat beneath my touch.

I wrapped my fingers around him, slanting a wicked, daring smirk up at his face. I stroked up—slow, firm, and merciless—feeling him throb against my skin.

Then, I pressed my thumb directly onto the center of his glans.

And I ground down. Hard.

He hissed—a sharp, ragged sound punched clean out of his lungs—and his hips bucked forward against his will, grinding his cock directly into my hand. His eyes squeezed shut.

"Look at that, Daddy," I felt a hot wave of slickness soak through the fabric under my thumb. "Stop fighting it. You’re practically begging for me, aren’t you?"

He was leaking for me. Dripping like a tap. So ridiculously turned on that his cock was weeping right through his pants, desperate for my touch. The cotton grew dark and damp beneath my fingers, clinging directly to his shape.

I rubbed the wet patch with my thumb, spreading his pre-cum around, forcing the hot, damp material against his bare head. The outline of his cock was completely exposed now—tenting his pants obscenely, leaking dark and wet.

"You want a lot more than my hand, don’t you, Daddy?" I whispered, "Why don’t you make me?"

"Don’t say things like that. Fuck," he groaned, cursing under his breath.

"Why not? Look how drenched you are," I whispered back, I dug my thumb right back into his glans, feeling even more wetness seep out against my skin.

I kept my eyes pinned to his face, watching his features contort as he fought the sheer overload of pleasure. "Is this all for me? Have you been lying next to me every single night, leaking into your shorts, desperate to slide inside me?"

His jaw clenched until his teeth clacked. A vein throbbed wildly at his temple. His hands were trembling where they hovered over my hips.

"Angel. Stop these games."

I completely ignored the danger in his voice and flashed him a wicked, unrepentant grin.

"I know you have," I squeezed his length hard, letting out a soft, taunting moan as he pulsed in my grip. "I bet you’ve been jerking off in the shower thinking about my pussy, haven’t you? Dreaming about how tight it grips you when you’re buried all the way inside."

"Fuck, you shouldn’t—"

"Shouldn’t what?" I cut him off, my voice dropping into a dirty, challenging purr. "Shouldn’t touch what’s mine? Shouldn’t make you lose your mind?" I pressed down harder, grinding my thumb directly into his sensitive tip. "Shouldn’t fuck your little girl?"

He swore again—a sound that made my core clench tight. Before he could stop himself, his hips started thrusting into my hand in a tight drive. He couldn’t help it. His body was overriding his mind, chasing the friction, demanding more.

I watched with absolute delight as his head fell back, exposing the long, strained line of his throat.

That’s it, Daddy. Give in. Show me what you’ve got.

"Have you been staring at my tits, Daddy? Watching how swollen they look? Wishing you could bite my nipples?" I leaned right up to his ear, my breath hot against his neck, my lips intentionally brushing against his pounding pulse point. "I touched them earlier, you know. I rubbed my nipples and pretended it was your mouth on me. I came so hard I had to bite the sheets to keep from screaming your name."

His entire frame shuddered. I tightened my fingers around his shaft, stroking him up and down, feeling his control fracture with every millimeter.

"Kiss me, Daddy. Prove you can take it."

"No." He tried to deny me, his pitch-black eyes snapping open, burning with intensity.

"Kiss. Me. Stop being a coward!" I taunted, mocking him right to his face.

"ENOUGH!" he snapped—a low, feral roar that ripped from deep within his chest.

I gasped as his hand shot out like an iron trap, clamping around my wrist and tearing my hand off his cock.

His other hand slammed into the base of my neck. In the next split second, his mouth slammed down onto mine, utterly devouring me.

His tongue forced past my lips, his hand fisting into my hair at my nape, yanking my head back to force my mouth wide open so he could kiss me deeper, harder, brutally.

I moaned against his lips, and he swallowed the sound whole, kissing me like he wanted to rip the breath straight out of my lungs and consume me alive.

His grip on my wrist squeezed until the bone ached, a sharp spike of pain-pleasure that made me arch right into him.

He hauled me up in one brutal motion, slamming an arm under my thighs and carrying me out of the bathroom without breaking the kiss for a single second. Two steps. Three. Then my back hit the mattress, and his weight crashed down on top of me, his hips pinning my thighs wide.

I could feel his thick, rock-hard length pressing flush against my center through our clothes. The wet patch of his pre-cum smeared right across my underwear, heat bleeding through, grinding directly against my clit. Rubbing right where I needed him most.

His hands tore under my shirt, sliding up my ribs, and my thoughts completely evaporated.

"Yes. Fuck, yes. Right there, Daddy—don’t stop!" I cheered, completely shameless.

He dragged his mouth down my jawline, burying his face in my neck. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh right below my ear before biting down—hard. Hard enough to bruise, hard enough to leave a deep red mark that would stay on my skin for days.

"Daddy—"

"Shut your mouth," he growled, his voice rough and dark. "You’ve been begging for this for days. Prancing around in those tiny shirts. Bending over right in front of my face. Rubbing that little ass against my cock every single night."

"I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about—" I gasped out, my tone utterly teasing.

His hand closed tightly around my throat, pinning my head to the pillow as he loomed over me, his pitch-black eyes burning down into mine.

"Don’t lie to me," he growled, his thumb brushing over my fluttering pulse. "I know every single trick you play, you unmanageable little brat. And now you’re going to find out what happens when you push Daddy too far."

I smirked right up at him, completely unbothered.

"Is that a promise? Because you’ve kept me waiting long enough. Take what’s yours, Daddy." I pouted my lips, leaning up to press a quick, needy kiss to his mouth.

He froze. His whole body went rigid as marble. His hands locked up on my skin, and his breathing came out in harsh, ragged rattles against my neck.

The entire mood shifted.

"Daddy...?" I reached my free hand up to touch his chest, confusion slicing through my excitement. "Why did you stop?"

He didn’t answer.

He pulled back. His eyes locked onto my face with an intensity so dark it made a sudden spike of dread twist in my gut.

He reached up, his hand cupping my face, caging my jaw between his fingers. His grip was made of iron, so tight his hand was visibly trembling.

"Daddy—what’s wrong?" I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs.

"Did you do this with him?"

The words came out sub-zero, completely stripped of the heat that had been burning seconds before.

Ice flooded my veins.

"W-what?"

"Did you—" His face was mere inches from mine, his expression completely unrecognizable. The tenderness was gone. The beast was gone. Only pure, poisonous rage radiated off him. "Did you tease him like this? Did you lick his lips? Did you grab his cock? Did you beg him to kiss you?"

"Daddy, no, I—"

"DID YOU?"

The roar shattered the quiet of the room, echoing off the walls. His hand clamped tighter around my jaw, forcing my head back, making it unmistakably clear that the game was over.

"Did you walk around his house in those little shirts?" his voice dropped into a terrifying whisper that cut deeper than his scream. "Did you bend over for him? Press your ass against his cock at night? Did you wrap your pretty little fingers around his dick and beg him to fuck you?"

Tears burned the back of my eyes. "Daddy, please, stop—"

"Did you call him Daddy while he was inside you?" His face twisted into a mask of pure anguish and murderous fury, like the thought was consuming him alive. "Did you moan for him the way you moan for me? Did you come on his cock and scream his name?!"

"Stop it—"

"ANSWER ME!"