Fifteen

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Camilla's Point of View

I awoke and stretched my body like a feline, cracking all the right spots, just like I'm sure Daddy would on me one day. Speaking of Daddy, the space next to me was empty and I wondered what time it was. I got out of bed, holding the sheets to my body as I searched for my clothes and bag. The smell of popcorn brought my attention to the living room downstairs. It was one of my favorite snacks, just like Olivia Pope

Creeping down the stairs with the sheet billowing behind me, I found daddy in the kitchen pouring the goodies into a bowl. "Good afternoon sleepyhead." Daddy said as in snuck into the room. "Good afternoon daddy, what time is it?" I sat down at the breakfast bar. Popping a kernel of popcorn in my mouth. He stole a peek at the Rolex on his wrist. "Just a little after three pm baby. Something wrong?" I got nervous about not being in school all day.

"Well, no daddy but wasn't I supposed to be back at school?" I looked up waiting for an answer. His lips curved into a smile. "It's all taken care of baby girl. I told the secretary your 'mother' and I would be keeping you after lunch and excused you for the rest of the day." I nodded my head, mouth in an O shape. Daddy came around and stood in front of me, one of his large hands resting gently on my cheek.

"What's wrong princess, you didn't enjoy spending time with daddy?" His face shown sadness, maybe irritation. I nodded in a hurry, "Yes sir, of course I did!" How could he think otherwise? The things we did today would be with my young mind forever. "So you aren't trying to rush back to Quincy?!" That same hand wrapped around my throat possessively. I sat like a deer in headlights before stammering an answer. "No, sir! I only look this pretty for you, daddy." What is up with his dislike for Q? Damn.

Daddy's grip loosened as I stared up into his brown eyes. I took his face in both my little hands, my lips crashing upon his. I would show him, even if I had to use my body, he was the one for me. He was my daddy, not Quincy. I would only do these things for him. "Better be. Keep it that way baby girl. I don't want these niggas around here eyeing what's mine." Slipping from my chair and immediately onto my knees, I put my long hair up into a bun before reaching into his pants, freeing his cock.

Kneeling with both hands behind my back, eyes locked on his. "Use me daddy, I'm yours." I looked up innocently. "Give me that mouth baby, aw fuck!" Both of his hands rested behind my head, hips bucking to meet my throat as he held me steady, fucking my tonsils. I slurped and gagged, head bobbing like I was looking for apples. His stomach tightened, cock twitching in the back of my burning throat. Tears stained my cheeks as I gagged for him.

"You ready for daddy's load princess?" He muttered, still fucking my face. I nodded, still looking up at him. My tears turned him on. A few more sloppy thrusts as he gripped my ponytail for leverage. "Here it is baby girl, shit!" My throat was full of hot, sticky cum. "Swallow, and say ah!" I did as I was told, showing off my now empty mouth, earning a loving kiss from daddy. "Let's get you home, love." Daddy said while tucking himself back in.

"Yes daddy."

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