Brat Sets Animal Free: First Time Taboo with Man of the House (House Daddy Book 3) Read online

  BRAT SETS ANIMAL FREE

  House Daddy Series

  3

  by

  Lulu Cherry

  Copyright 2018 Lulu Cherry

  All rights Reserved

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  All characters in this book are over eighteen years old.

  No one is related by blood.

  Dedication

  Thank you to all my wonderful readers.

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  Lulu Cherry

  BRAT SETS ANIMAL FREE

  "But Daddy, Mommy would've talked to me about it," I said.

  Now that got Daddy's attention. He'd been slicing onions. His head propped up at my comment.

  "Mommy would have listened and helped me. You said we'd be okay without her." I said. "But this is important, and you won't even talk to me about it."

  Daddy put down his knife. He turned around. His eyes were tearing from the onions he'd been cutting.

  It was the funniest thing imaginable. Big, burly daddy with his eyes tearing up!

  "Fine." He said. "You wanna know about boys. Stay away from them. They're animals. There. We've talked."

  "That's not fair." I said.

  Daddy sighed.

  "What do you want me to say?" He said. "I'm your dad. I don't want some sleazeball kids messing around with my baby girl."

  "Daddy, I'm eighteen," I said. "And Steve isn't a sleazeball."

  Daddy went to the sink. He washed his hands. He had enormous hands. I absolutely loved them!

  Then he rinsed that rugged face of his with some cold water. He then took his wet fingers and smoothed them back through his wavy hair.

  When he turned and saw I was staring at him, he rolled his eyes.

  "What do you want me to say, Jess?" He said. "Men are animals. Okay? End of story."

  I wanted to ask. How about you, Daddy? Are you an animal? But I bit my tongue.

  Daddy was as big as a gorilla, and built just as powerfully. If nothing else, he certainly was built like an animal.

  Daddy worked for the electric company. His job was fixing downed electric poles in places others feared to tread. He was a man's man. He liked hunting, mountain climbing, and camping.

  Since my mom had died, he'd been all I had.

  I guess he could have easily remarried. I knew some of my female teachers at high school that really had the hots for him. They'd even told me so!

  But between work and taking care of me, Daddy claimed he had no time for dating. But I'd always wondered what the real reason might be.

  "I don't think Steve could ever be an animal, Daddy." I said. "He's too nice."

  "That's what you think. You have no idea what a guy's like once...once..." Daddy stopped.

  "Once what?" I said.

  "Well, you know? Once...you know...once you..."

  "Once I give him a little kiss?" I suggested.

  Daddy shrugged.

  "Sure. That could be it." Daddy said. "A kiss could set a guy off. You'd be in real danger then."

  Daddy nodded thinking to himself.

  "So I shouldn't even kiss a guy?" I said.

  "That's a good plan!" Daddy said, pointing a finger at me.

  "You're absolutely useless!" I said.

  Daddy shrugged.

  "Just remember, you don't know a guy until you get him going." Daddy said. "You start kissing the wrong guy, and you don't know where it'll end."

  "But what if it's the right guy?" I protested.

  "Bingo!" Daddy said. "That's all I'm telling you. Make sure he's the right guy first."

  It was my turn to roll my eyes.

  "Okay, Daddy, I see. Thank you," I said.

  Daddy then stooped down a little low. Down to my level. Then he turned his cheek so I could give him a little peck.

  He never let me hug him!

  I stepped up to give him the little peck he always demanded as thanks when he helped me.

  I was about to kiss him. Then a light bulb in my head went off. Suddenly, I had a million thoughts.

  The number one thought was this, Daddy was sexually attracted to me!

  Of course he was!

  It made perfect sense. I was his step-daughter. Not his natural born daughter.

  But not only that, I looked just like my mother. She was the big love of his life. When she'd died, Daddy had been devastated.

  Now that I was eighteen, I was just like her!

  Oh, my God, I thought. That's why Daddy never gives me hugs!

  He feels guilty about it. But why? After all, we weren't related by blood?

  I was touched now by the thought of daddy's attraction!

  But more than being touched, I realized something else. Between my legs I was tingling. I was excited. I felt titillated at the thought that Daddy must have wanted me!

  And I knew exactly why he never let me kiss him on the lips. When he talked about a kiss setting off a guy, he was talking about himself!

  Oh, Daddy dearest, is that all it takes for you? I thought. I hope so, because I'm about to go for it!

  I leaned in for the usual peck. But this time, I planted a slow wet kiss on Daddy's cheek.

  He absolutely froze. He became a complete statue!

  I was so wicked then. But I couldn't help myself!

  I licked upward, toward his ear. I blew on his earlobe. Then in a husky voice, I whispered into his ear.

  "You're the one I want, Daddy. It's you."

  And I was utterly serious.

  "Don't do that, Jess," Daddy said weakly. "You don't know what you're asking for."

  "Don't I?" I said huskily. "I want the animal to come out and play, Daddy. Show me the animal."

  Daddy still maintained his control. But he could have easily stepped away. He didn't.

  To tell the truth, I was feeling a little scared. Just how much of an animal was my daddy? And he was so big! I couldn't imagine how big his cock must have been.

  "It's okay, Daddy." I said in a low voice. "I'm just like her, aren't I? Just like Mommy, and so you want me. We're not blood, Daddy, even if it feels that way. I want you to take me. Just the way you always took her!"

  Daddy's breathing had become intense. His whole massive chest rose and fell. I could tell he was about to give in.

  "Daddy," I said. "Please. I'm still a virgin. Who better to take me than you? Who else can I trust more? Please do this for me?"

  I then took his earlobe between my lips. I slowly pulled those lips away. Then I licked downward toward his jaw. From there, my lips found Daddy's.

  Then suddenly his powerful arms were on me, pulling me in toward him. He pressed down on my mouth with such force that it took me by surprise.

  His tongue dove into my mouth. He was so strong! I was like putty in his hands.

  Blood rushed to my head. It was happening. It was really happening. I'd done
it, I'd done it!

  Then, Daddy pulled his mouth away from mine. He grabbed one of my wrists and held it so tight it hurt. His eyes smoldered as if he'd just taken a powerful drug.

  "You don't know what you're unleashing." He said. "I'll give you one chance to stop this. One chance. Then I'm not stopping. I don't care how much you scream!"

  When Daddy said this, it only made me want him more.

  "I want you, Daddy, I want you!" I gasped.

  "Then you'll have me!" He said grimacing.

  His large burly arms slipped around me again. He straightened up, lifting me in his arms as he did so.

  He was so massive and so strong. I felt like a rag doll in his hands. He swooped me up, so that he cradled me. He carried me out of the kitchen to the living room.

  He set me down on the sofa. Then his huge body was on top of me. He was so heavy. He could have easily crushed me if he hadn't been careful.

  His lips found mine again. Even as his tongue darted into my mouth, I could feel his hands on my blouse. He pulled it apart so that the buttons popped off and scattered.

  His hands were then on my stomach then. Hot heavy hands sliding up my stomach to my breasts.

  Like magic, his fingers quickly had my bra off. Then his massive hands went down and cupped my mounds. His fingers dug into them. It hurt!

  How long had it been since he'd last had sex? Had Daddy actually lost control? It felt that way. Isn't this just what he'd warned me against?

  Part of me began to panic. What had I unleashed? Maybe I should have listened?

  But another part of me sighed in ecstasy. The area between my legs was getting wet!

  Daddy's mouth moved down toward my neck. Then he actually bit me! Sure, it was a small tender bite, but dammit, he actually bit me!

  I felt like a piece of raw meat thrown to a Rottweiler. Daddy was going to devour me!

  It had been so long for him. What if he really did lose control? What if he actually took a bite out of my flesh? Did he even realize what he was doing?

  I shook in terror. What's crazier, is this only made me more stimulated and excited. It was as if the fear fed my lust!

  The more frightened I became, the more I wanted to fuck.

  Then, when I realized Daddy wasn't actually biting hard enough to genuinely harm me, I shocked myself.

  I blurted out, "rougher, Daddy, harder! Hurt me, I like it!"

  What the fuck was I doing? I barely understood why I would say this!

  It was clear Daddy was already fighting for control of himself. The last thing he needed was me encouraging him to lose control.

  Daddy's teeth moved toward my breasts. They bit into me their hardest yet. I couldn't even be sure they hadn't broken my skin all the way through.

  My whole chest heaved. His mouth moved ravenously across one of my mounds. Had I taken on more than I could handle?

  I was sure Daddy was turning into some kind of a cannibal. I was terrified he was going to take a real bite out of me!

  But, goddamit that fear exhilarated me!

  "Yes, Daddy, yes!" I screamed, despite how scared I was.

  I realized soon that Daddy knew just how much pressure to apply with his teeth. I didn't think he was injuring me in any way that couldn't easily heal.

  But as easy as that thought came to me, suddenly he pulled at one of my nipples with his teeth. He pulled it up and sucked!

  I felt like I was being suckled my a man-animal. It was as scary as hell, and yet I can't even begin to describe the euphoria and excitement I felt.

  "The other one, too," I begged.

  And then he went there, and he suckled on my other nipple, as well.

  And do you want to hear the strangest part of it? I wished that I had milk to give him!

  Oh, my thoughts were a mad jumble. Thoughts of milk and suckling lead me to thoughts of babies and nurturing. And suddenly I wanted Daddy's cock in me.

  "I wanna be pregnant!" I suddenly whined.

  Daddy ignored me. Like a pig he just kept suckling. Oh, between my legs now I was sure I was sopping wet from the excitement.

  "Daddy. Daddy." I murmured now in complete joy.

  Then his mouth moved away from my breasts. It roamed down my stomach, tickling, licking, and biting wherever it went. At times he simply scraped me with his teeth.

  At my bellybutton he truly went to town. His tongue at first darted in and swam. But then his teeth. Oh, the things Daddy could do with his teeth!

  Yet again, I thought for sure he was going to take a large bite out of me. The man was a goddam beast!

  "Daddy, what are you doing?" I said.

  "I'm going to eat you alive!" He gasped. "I simply can't resist!"

  I started to tremble again. This was too much. I wanted to scream at him to stop. But I couldn't. I just couldn't.

  My legs trembled. I became only more aroused! Fear never felt so good!

  Daddy moved even lower with his devouring mouth. Had he actually hurt me? Had he actually bitten a chunk out of me. In all my excitement I couldn't even really tell!

  But I didn't think he had. He seemed to know just how to scare me without actually doing any real damage.

  Then at last his mouth reached my pussy. At first he lapped at it like a thirsty dog. Long, mad laps across my entire slash. From top to bottom he went with that wide tongue of his. Again and again and again.

  My arousal was so intense at that point I had to pant for air. There he was lapping like a dog, while I panted like one!

  And then his teeth came out to play. God, those vicious teeth of his! He bit my clit. I swear to you that's exactly what he did!

  I couldn't have been more scared then. He made these wild, crazy bites. Did he really know what he was doing?

  What if he went too far? What if he actually bit my clit off? He was so intense, so wild, so uncontrolled.

  I finally screamed. I had to. I was that scared!

  And yet I was also thrilled. I would never have asked him to stop!

  At one point, he got my clit between his teeth. He pulled upward until my clit gave away and slipped out. It was such a scary kind of pleasure.

  And then he did it again. And yet again. His skill was incredible!

  When he finally stopped, I wanted to beg him to start again. But before I could he suddenly spoke.