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  Daddy’s Mafia Princess:

  A Taboo Story

  By Abby Kace

  Daddy’s Mafia Princess: A Taboo Story is a work of fiction intended for adult readers only. All characters therein are 18 years old or older and not related by blood. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to events, locales, or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2019 by Abby Kace

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  Daddy’s Mafia Princess

  PERCY

  I want to murder a man. Rip him to pieces for trying to kidnap my baby girl. I picture bashing his head into concrete before I force myself to calm. Mia does not like anger. No, she needs her protector.

  She needs her daddy.

  Standing outside her room, I clutch the doorknob.

  Calm.

  I open the door half an inch. That sweet fragrance reaches me—the mixture of her shampoo, her perfume, and something that can’t be bottled.

  The smell of her.

  Pressure builds in my spine as my cock hardens, smearing my briefs with cum. I can almost taste her smooth skin, the soft curves of her hips, and the ripe breasts that have been taking up all my thoughts lately. I imagine dipping my tongue into her pussy, my body consumed by the desire to claim and fuck.

  Murderous rage is an emotion I can control. The desire for her I cannot.

  I shove the door open to see my princess sitting cross-legged on the bed, phone in her hands. My entry surprises her.

  “Daddy?”

  “What are you wearing?” I growl. My dick throbs at seeing her sheer clothes, shorts too short and a top that reveals the outline of her bra.

  Until today, I allowed men into this house, trusted bodyguards to keep Mia safe. I made a mistake. Who else has seen her in those revealing clothes? Luca Brazzi? The urge to slaughter him rises again in my chest.

  “PJs,” she says.

  Her sweet voice calms me, rouses me in other ways. I can’t stop my body from edging toward the bed, cannot stop the deep throb in my cock. She’s just turned eighteen, and it sickens me how little time I’ve spent with her these past four years.

  “Did he hurt you?” I say. “Did Luca touch a hair on your head?”

  “I told you Daddy, nothing happened. He ran when he saw you.” She smiles nervously. “Luca’s more afraid of you than the cops.”

  He should be. “Why aren’t you sleeping? It’s past your bedtime.”

  “Texting some friends, they want to know what happened. Not every day I get kidnapped.” Mia’s big eyes stray to the bulge in my pants, now impossible to hide, and a dark blush hits her cheeks. “Um, what are you doing here? Aren’t you like busy with work or whatever?”

  “Work can wait. I’m here for you.”

  “Yeah right. You missed my birthday last week—”

  “An unforgivable crime. Never again will I leave you.”

  The ache in my balls consumes my thoughts. Need relief. Putting one hand on her bed, I open my zipper to free what I’ve been hiding. I shut my eyes for an instant and stroke my hard cock, drizzling her bed with precum.

  Mia holds her mouth. “Daddy!”

  I grab a handful of her bedsheets, fragrant with her scent, and bring it to my nose. I inhale deeply before I meet her startled eyes.

  “You are mine. No longer will I deny myself what belongs to me. Open your legs so I may taste what I own.”

  MIA

  HE’S MY STEPDAD. He shouldn’t be doing this.

  I didn’t exactly have a normal childhood, but Daddy always made me feel safe and protected. That changed four years ago, when he left the mafia and spent more and more time managing his new company. I felt hurt—though I hated the mafia more—but I never showed it. And if he felt anything at all, he didn’t show it either.

  Until now.

  Daddy opens his shirt, and my breath hitches at his physique, so cut I can see each muscle shifting under the skin.

  “What are you doing?” I blurt out. I can’t stop asking that question. I can’t stop staring at the vee in his hips, like an arrow to the man thing below. My face tingles with heat.

  “Do you know who owns my cock?” he says.

  My heart slams against my chest. Own him? Every man who gets near Daddy stoops their shoulders, as if they can sense he’s in charge. Women he meets always try to flirt, which annoys me more than a little, but then I’d feel giddy because Daddy never flirts back.

  How can anyone own him? Wait—own his thing?

  I’m confused, flustered, and the tugging sensation below my waist sharpens. “W-Who?”

  “You, little girl. You own this cock. The thing is, you don’t know how to use it yet. I will teach you.”

  Can’t breathe. The room spins and my palms are so damp the phone slips out of my fingers. Daddy picks it up, turns it off.

  “I was in the middle of a text!”

  He sets one knee on the bed, bending over me like a lion about to pounce. “The only thing you need to worry about is Daddy. I’m taking your cherry, and you will cum for me.” Daddy grits his teeth. “Do you know how to cum, Princess?”

  I smack him across the jaw. Daddy taught me to respect myself and never put up with funny business from anyone. Well, that question definitely counts as funny business.

  “Good,” he says. “I deserved that.”

  “You deserve to be punched,” I huff. “And I know what an orgasm is! I know lots of stuff and I’m not telling you anything—”

  “You need a spanking, little girl.”

  Before I can say another word, Daddy sits on my bed and drapes me over his lap. He pulls off my shorts. He yanks up the back of my panties, splitting my rear cheeks.

  Spanks hit my bottom on each side.

  Thwack.

  Thwack.

  I can’t stop moaning, the ticklish heat between my thighs unbearable.

  Daddy squeezes my breasts with his other hand while I squirm over the massive erection under my belly.

  “Are you going to behave?” he says.

  “Make me!”

  He tugs on my panties harder, sawing the fabric over my wet folds and between my buttocks. A sharp slap jiggles both cheeks and I cry out.

  “This plump little ass belongs to me,” he growls.

  “Daddy . . .”

  He flips me over and cradles my body against his broad chest, ripping my panties away. His fingers brush over my pussy and all the air rushes from my lungs. One finger slides into me, pumping in my juices as his thumb flicks my clit.

  I suck in a breath.

  “This virgin hole is very tight,” he says through his teeth. “I must taste you first.”

  “W-What?”

  Daddy sets me on the bed and tears away the rest of my clothes. Kneeling between my legs, he brings his mouth to my folds. The swirls of his tongue make me snatch the sheets, my hips flopping so much Daddy has to hold me down with both hands.

  Just when I’m on the verge of orgasm, he climbs over my body until we’re eye to eye. “You are ready,” he says.

  “For what?”

  “To give me your precious treasure.”

  I hold his shoulders, like rippling iron.

  I feel so vulnerable with my legs spread, and the male thing pressing at my entrance makes me shudder. “Someone will catch us,” I whisper.

  Daddy kisses me. He’s kissed me lots of times before, but those were quick pecks on the hair or forehead. This is different. His tongue pries my mouth open and slides deeper while his lips massage mine, and when he pulls off, Daddy tugs on my lower lip.

  “No one will com
e between us, Princess. Nothing can stop me from taking what’s mine.”

  PERCY

  THE SWEET TASTE of her cunt still coats my tongue, and my balls throb painfully. Nothing matters now but my little girl, the desire for her soft body gnawing through my guts.

  There’s more than burning lust in my body.

  I want to provide for her.

  I want to please her.

  I want to give her everything she could ever want.

  But first—I’m gonna fuck her hard.

  As I kiss Mia again, my fingers reach below to roll over her clit, and squeals leave her mouth. The virgin hole between her creamy thighs is sticky wet.

  “My cock is going inside you, Princess. I’m not stopping until I fill you to the brim.” With every word, the animal inside me takes over more.

  Mia makes a chirping noise.

  Lining up at her pussy, I push down and almost cum when the tip parts her silky folds.

  “Daddy!”

  The moment I feel her hymen pop, she flinches with a gasp, and I move my fingers faster over her clit. The tension in her face melts away, her walls stretching to accommodate my girth.

  I squeeze the muscles at the base of my cock to keep from cumming in her tight pussy, not yet, only after she has found her orgasm will I permit myself to release.

  Her pleasure comes first—I tell myself this, but my control frays like a worn rope. Every fiber of my being coils into the need to ravage her cunt gripping me. My teeth gnash together as I hold back by sheer will.

  Then she whispers, “More.”

  Fuck. Mia doesn’t know what she asks. “Wait.” I keep my hand on her clit. “Get used to me first.”

  “I’m fine!” Her voice is stronger now, almost teasing. “You didn’t wait to spank me, Daddy. You didn’t wait to put your tongue down there.” She licks her pouty lips. “In for a penny, in for a—”

  My cock plunges to the balls. Not even her startled cry stops me from pushing to her roof, grinding on her clit with my base. I press my mouth to hers as Mia’s sheath clenches around my length.

  “Who owns your cunt?” I snarl. “Who owns your little fuck hole?”

  “Ohhhhh.”

  I swing my hips again. “Tell me.”

  “Daddy!” she screams.

  Every inch of my stalk is buried in her slick tunnel. “I will ruin your pussy, little girl. You can scream all you want, I won’t stop until my seed has entered your womb.”

  Nails claw across my back as her legs lock around my backside. She clings to me tighter while I take what’s mine.

  The plump thighs forced open under me ripple with every slam, and I grab her tits with both hands, using them like handles to rut faster. She’s small compared to me, but her curvy body absorbs each impact of my hard cock.

  I can still smell the coppery scent of her broken virginity, which reminds me to be gentle, but my body is beyond control, this hunger knowing no boundaries.

  Only cumming inside my girl will slake it.

  “Oh god,” she whispers between breaths.

  I roll my hips, letting go of her breasts to plant my hands beside her shoulders, plunging deep into Mia’s squelching cunt. I kiss her throat. Her chin. I kiss away the tears on her cheeks and bury my face in her rich hair sprawled over the pillows.

  “Yes,” she whispers again and again.

  “Good girl,” I say in her ear. “Taking Daddy’s cock like a good little princess.”

  The scent of her hair drives me wild.

  I could find Mia by smell alone in a crowd, and I know the exact brand of shampoo she uses, because I found it once. I bought a bottle to use for when I jerked off to the thoughts of her pussy mounted on my dick.

  “Daddy I’m cumming!”

  Those words reach me through the red haze that clouds my senses. Her eyes are shut, but I see them moving rapidly under the lids. “Cum for Daddy.”

  Mia braces her small hands on my abs.

  She likes what she touches, grabbing at my abs, and I tense them more so she can feel all she wants.

  A lifetime of discipline has given me a torso etched with whipcord muscle, but it was not out of vanity. I trained my body to hone my mind. Staying hard on the outside to steel what’s within. Never until now have I considered it would please my chosen female, but I’m fucking glad it does.

  Mia is greedy as her hands roam down my middle.

  This pleases me greatly. I meant every word earlier—just as I have claimed ownership of her tight pussy, what I have belongs to my girl.

  “Cumming,” she moans.

  I quicken my pace, plunging in and out, grinding on her clit at the bottom. “Open your eyes, Princess. Look at Daddy when you cum for him.”

  Her doe eyes fix on mine, teeth digging into her lower lip.

  Beautiful. She’s a feast for my cock.

  Grinding my teeth together, I lean back so there’s enough space between our bodies for what I want to see.

  “Play with your clitty for me,” I command.

  Mia slides a hand between us, rubbing her sweet morsel while she moans. I give her shallow thrusts and watch the spasms in her expression. When her brows knit together in pleasure, I grab the hand on her clit and suck every finger clean before I thrust to the base once more.

  She cries out. Her cunt walls constrict. With the way her body twists, I know she’s seconds from cumming.

  “Daddy!”

  I reach under to grip her ass cheeks and fuck like a man possessed. Her feet kick into the air as our bodies slam together.

  My cock is about to explode, but I rut into her sopping heat faster and faster. I let go of her lush ass to squeeze every part of her body. Breasts, hips, thick womanly thighs.

  A pinch for her little clit.

  Mia’s walls ripple around my shaft as she screams, “Daddy!”

  I lose control in the same instant. Scalding cum shoots out of me, the seed that’s been boiling in my balls spewing into her tight hole.

  “Love you,” I groan.

  “Oh god.”

  She catches her breath while I pepper her breasts with gentle kisses.

  When I pull out, my cock trails strands of our mingled fluids, and seeing the creamy mixture makes me release another spurt. It falls into her stretched pussy, to my immense satisfaction.

  “You came inside me . . .”

  “Nowhere else, Princess. Gonna breed you.” Sweat drenches us, and I lick up a drop that rolls down her neck.

  “What are you doing?” she gasps.

  “You taste too good, Mia.”

  She pants for air, still holding my abs. “Well I want a bath!”

  What my girl wants, she gets.

  Carrying her in my arms, I go the bathroom with the knowledge that her virginity still coats my manhood, and this is a treasure I will keep forever, a treasure that’s mine alone. No other man will ever taste what I tasted. What I felt.

  She’s mine.

  MIA

  AFTER DADDY SETS me into the tub brimming with bubbly water, my body relaxes. I’ve never felt so loved, no matter how wrong it is.

  He kneels beside the tub and lathers me with lotion, kissing my hair every few seconds. His hand dips below the water to rub the tenderness between my thighs.

  I glance at his cock to see him hard. Daddy strokes himself with one hand while his fingers rub around my entrance. Just like on the bed earlier, one finger slides into me and his thumb skims over my clit. God, why is he so good at that?

  He keeps saying “mine” under his breath.

  I clear my throat. “Um, Daddy?”

  “What is it, little girl?”

  “Are you gonna do that all night?”

  “I will play with your little pussy anytime I want. Understand?”

  “Y-Yes.”

  “Good girl.”

  That animal glare returns to his eyes, and it’s starting to feel good below, too good. I try to close my legs, still embarrassed by my body’s reaction, but Daddy pr
ies them open with a stern look before he curls two fingers into me.

  “Don’t hide,” he growls.

  “You’ll make me cum!”

  “And what’s wrong with that?”

  “I-I shouldn’t. You shouldn’t touch me there.”

  “I’ve done many things I shouldn’t have done, but this is not one of them.” The fist around his cock moves faster and so do the fingers between my folds. “And Princess? There’s nothing wrong with cumming for Daddy.”

  My mouth falls open in a big O and I shudder with orgasm, sloshing in the water as I clench around his fingers.

  “Good girl.”

  “T-Thanks.” What else can I say? I meet his gaze as a deep heat burns through my body.

  Daddy climbs into the big tub, kneeling between my legs. He lathers me with more lotion before he shampoos my hair. With one hand around his soapy girth, Daddy kisses my breasts and throat, and I can’t stop staring at that chiseled six-pack dripping with water, tensed into hard ridges.

  “Can you take me again?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I mumble. “But . . . I’m kinda sore.”

  He gives me a lingering kiss, tugging on my lower lip just like he did in bed. “Then we’ll wait. But I need to cum inside you.” Daddy stands out of the water, his powerful physique towering over me. “Open your lips.”

  I realize where he wants to put his thing and cross my arms, doing my best to look peeved. “If you want what I think you want . . .”

  “I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he says bluntly.

  “Daddy!”

  He tips up my chin, that massive erection an inch from my lips. “Open,” he says in a softer voice, which somehow makes me want to obey him more.

  I do as I’m told, and Daddy slides his cock over my tongue, groaning as he reaches the back of my throat. He pulls back an inch when I gag, and I look up from under my lashes while he holds the wall.

  “Use your hands,” Daddy says.

  I wrap my fingers around his thickness, stroking up and down, and the pulse under my grip beats faster until hot goo splashes the roof of my mouth.

  “Swallow it,” he says hoarsely. “Don’t waste Daddy’s cum.”