Daddy's HUGE TABOO collection (20 books from Horny House Series) by Adrian Amos

Author:Adrian Amos [Amos, Adrian]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2016-12-08T05:00:00+00:00

Daddy Wants to Come in the Backdoor

I'm nervous. The cool forest air is doing a number on my skin, prickling me and making me shiver.

I blame the air, but it's the person I'm watching out for that makes me the most nervous.

My daddy's out of prison. Not because they let him go but because he's escaped.

And I know he's coming to take me; that's the whole reason he broke out in the first place.

My mom divorced my stepdaddy when she found out he was going to prison for robbing banks. She dropped him like a bad habit, choosing to stay as far away as possible. But he'd been in my life for the past 8 years—4 of them when he was on the outside—so I couldn't just forget about him. He was the only man who ever took care of me. Ever since they put him away, I'd been writing and calling him, trying to keep in touch, trying to keep his spirits high while he rode out his sentence.

It was only a 10 year sentence. He could have gotten parole if he behaved. But the thing about my daddy is that he's a strong and stubborn man. He doesn't like being kept from the thing he wants most.

It used to be money.

Now it's me.

Our letters quickly turned into something more. I was the only woman who stuck around for him, even in his worst times, and it didn't take long for him to grow incredibly attached to me. Soon enough, he stopped asking me about what I was doing with my time, and started asking me if I had a boyfriend, if I was looking for one, and what I thought about my daddy.

I told him I thought about him all the time, and that I wasn't much interested in any of the boys around town. Then daddy started to get a lot more personal. When I thought about him, what'd I feel? Did I ever touch myself when thinking about daddy?

I had never heard him talk to me that way, but I started to love it so much! No longer were our messages and chats about all of life's crap: all we ever talked about anymore was all the stuff we wanted to do to each other!

I fantasized about him sneaking into my room and going down on me. I imagined doing the same to him. When we'd get time for personal calls, he'd tell me to touch myself as we talked on the phone, to circle my clit and run a finger through my slit. I'd breathe deep into the phone for him, tell him how much I loved my daddy, and he'd grunt and moan. He couldn't jerk off, of course; he'd have to save it for when he got back to his cell. I think that was the hardest part for him.

He'd always be telling me how he was going to get out soon and find me and fuck the shit out of me. I'd laugh about it, but he wanted to come in my pussy, make me carry his babies inside me.

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