Raising His Angel Read Online Jenna Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
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I turn back to see that Daddy has already started boiling the water for the pasta in the Dutch oven. “Just can’t help yourself, can you?” I ask him.

“Well, now that it’s just us, I can’t let you do all the work yourself, can I?” he asks. It’s crazy to me that with a charming smile like that, he’s been single all these years.

I skip over to him and start slicing the tomatoes. “You know this shirt smells like you,” I say casually.

“Is that a bad thing?” he asks.

I shake my head. “No. I like the way you smell.”

Daddy nods. “Mandy, I’m…not sure we should be talking this way.”

“Why not?” I ask, turning my eyes to his. I could get lost in them if he would let me. God I’ve missed him.

“Because I’m your…”

“My what?” I ask with a smile. “My step-dad?” I tease, wiggling my hips and pushing closer with a smile. We both know that’s not the case—I just want to mess with him and see how he reacts.

Daddy sighs and puts a hand over his eyes. “Are you toying with me, Mandy?”

“Toying?” I ask. “Of course not, Daddy. How would I be toying with you?

“Cooper,” he replies quickly. “I asked you to call me Cooper.”

“I know,” I moan. “But it just doesn’t feel right, Daddy.” I lean against his shoulder and pout out my lower lip. It really does feel like ages since I’ve seen him. How could it only have been two weeks?

“Mandy…” he says in that gentle, sexy voice that drives me crazy. “You’re old enough to know what you’re doing. Don’t pretend you don’t know what you’re doing.”

I press my body even harder against his, but Daddy doesn’t back away. My breasts cup around the taut muscle of his thick bicep, and I feel him swell with an intake of breath.

“What am I doing, Daddy?” I ask.

He looks at me, his eyes large and filled with hunger as the water on the stove comes to a boil.

“This is…this would be so wrong, Mandy,” he finally says as his strong, heavy hand brushes up against my bare thigh.

“Would it, though?” I reply. “We’re not related. You never adopted me. What’s so wrong about it? Like you said, I’m old enough now…”

I reach out and mirror his movement and let my hand touch the iron-like muscle of his thigh. For a moment, he doesn’t react, but then something seems to shift within him, and he moves away from me.

“I…I don’t know, Mandy. I’ve looked after you since you were a little girl—”

“Yes, but I’m not a little girl any longer, am I?” I ask, taking a step back. “Or do you need reminding?”

And without hesitation, I take the hem of my shirt—of Daddy’s shirt that I’m wearing—and lift it up over my head and toss it aside, fully exposing myself to him.

3

Cooper

There she is—the girl who has driven every terrible and wrong fantasy that I’ve had since the time puberty took hold of her and sculpted her into the woman she is today. Her tits are more perfect than I could ever have imagined, and I’m staring at them completely bare in front of me as I feel pulses of blood between my thighs driving my cock harder and harder.

This is bad. This is really bad. I should not be thinking about the things I want to do to her right now—about how incredible it would feel to have her lips wrapped around my hard shaft and then how divine it would be to fuck that insane rack of hers before unleashing my cum all over her cute little chin.

I’ve seen the outfits she’s been wearing around the house get skimpier and skimpier, but I figured she was just being oblivious as to what she was doing. But now I can see she had something else on her mind.

“Daddy?” Mandy whimpers, her lips in an adorable little pout. I realize I’ve been staring and haven’t said anything in a while.

“Y-yes, Mandy,” I stammer. “I know you’re a woman now. It’s…very obvious.”

This seems to please her. She smiles and bounces in place, causing her perky titties to jiggle in a way that makes my cock jerk beneath my pants.

“So I don’t see the problem.” She smiles.

“Well, it’s not just you…”

“In Europe, they’re much more progressive about these things,” she giggles with a little skip that causes her blond hair to swing and brings her closer to me. “It’s just Americans that are uptight about stuff like this.”

I nod. “Yeah, well, we happen to live in America.”

If only we didn’t.

She has perfect, pink little nipples that are practically making me salivate as I try not to stare.

I was lying when I told Mandy that the reason I hadn’t been seeing anybody else was because I was too busy looking after her. I mean—I was sort of telling the truth, but truthfully, I guess a part of me was always reserved for Mandy, and I never fully realized it until now.



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