Forbidden Temptation：Daddy's Secret Obsession - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

My heart breaks for this man and his suffering, yet an undeniable rush of happiness surges through me when he doesn't reject my embrace.
Not immediately, at least.
A deep sense of comfort envelops me as his muscular arms encircle me, drawing me flush against his solid chest - just like in the old days.
I melt into him, craving the familiar safety and warmth his powerful frame has always offered.
We remain locked together for what feels like an eternity, both reluctant to be the first to let go, even as my arms start going numb.
In this suspended moment, my mind races - how can I undo the damage my mother caused?
Cutting up my credit card and finding work was step one, but I know it's barely scratching the surface.
Vicious memories replay like a broken record in my head.
I physically flinch recalling her mocking laughter as she sneered, "Why would I want some fat guy pawing at me? Maybe if you dropped fifty pounds I'd consider it. Until then—"
I'd stormed out before she could finish.
I'd never seen Nathaniel as overweight.
But then, I wasn't the one he was trying to make love to.
Now, it's all I can think about.
Not only had she denied him affection while ridiculing his body, but she'd been screwing that scrawny prick Gregory behind his back.
Her betrayal was unforgivable.
Perhaps... perhaps I could give him what she cruelly withheld.
Maybe then he wouldn't send me packing when she inevitably came crawling back.
I'd do anything to erase her cruelty, to see him smile again - to atone for my own failures.
Slowly, I unwind my arms from around his neck, letting my fingers trail down his biceps until they reach his calloused hands.
Even through my thin tank top, his touch burns hot.
He allows me to pull his hands away, but the instant I do, his face crumples all over again.
His head thunks back against the wall as he pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed shut.
He doesn't notice as I quickly pile my auburn curls into a messy bun, kick off my sandals, and lower myself to my knees before him.
"Daddy."
I breathe.
"Look at me."
He shakes his head violently, jaw clenched tight, choking back what sounds like a sob.
My gaze drifts downward to his belt - the worn leather one with the oversized rodeo buckle he won back in his glory days.
From the photos I've seen, he was always handsome.
But now, with time etching character into his features, he's downright breathtaking.
Unlike that weasel Gregory.
She's an idiot.
A vicious, soulless idiot.
And I'll be damned if I take after her.
Nathaniel startles when my fingers hook into his belt buckle, and I exhale in relief when it releases on the first try.
"Jesus, Evelyn. What the hell are you—"
His hazel eyes go wide as saucers as he grabs my arms, trying to haul me up.
I squirm free, planting myself firmly on my knees.
When I pop his jeans button and drag the zipper down, pure shock washes over his face.
He only snaps out of it when I work the denim over his hips, exposing black boxer briefs.
"Fuck, sweetheart. Stop—this isn't—"
He makes a half-hearted attempt to pull his jeans up, but I shake my head stubbornly.
Maybe shock has him frozen because I win, yanking them down to his knees.
His breath catches when I stretch the waistband of his briefs, freeing his thick cock.
I've had some experience - mostly hand stuff - but none of my ex-boyfriends came close to his size, even half-hard.
What kind of moron walks away from this?
His cock darkens as blood rushes in, swelling impressively before my eyes.
Veins stand out prominently, and I desperately want to trace them with my tongue.
I've never done this before, but hesitation isn't an option now.
Tilting my head back, I meet his stunned gaze.
"I love you, Daddy. I hope you still love me too."
Bracing my hands on his tree-trunk thighs, I lean in, flicking my tongue over the velvety tip.
His entire body shudders.
I blow lightly across the head before taking him into my mouth, swirling my tongue like he's my favorite dessert.
"Christ, sweetheart—"
His hips jerk violently when I suck him deeper, making me gag as I hit my limit.
"Fuck!"
His head slams back against the wall, fingers twisting in his own hair.
I must be doing this wrong.
Adjusting, I flatten my tongue and try again, taking more of him.
He's fully hard now, but I gag harder, tears springing to my eyes.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I don't know what I'm doing wrong."
His eyes fly open.
"Jesus, baby, you're not doing anything wrong."
He cradles my face, thumbs brushing away my tears.
"But you're hurting yourself—I just wanted to make you feel good."
He sinks to his knees, pulling me against his chest.
"You don't have to do this."
"Really? You still see me as your little girl?"
"Always."
Relief floods through me, but I don't release his cock, now iron-hard between us.
This part at least, I know how to do.
Using the slickness beading at his tip, I stroke him firmly, adding a twist of my wrist at just the right spot.
"Fuck, Evelyn—stop—"
His hips buck uncontrollably, fucking into my fist.
"Stop what, Daddy?"
I add my other hand, barely covering his impressive length.
He growls, thrusting hard enough to knock me onto my back.
He follows me down, wedging himself between my thighs, fucking my hands like they're my body.
I'm burning up, imagining him inside me instead.
"Fuck me, Daddy."
I beg, turning my face toward his.
He freezes, horror flashing in his eyes.
"Evelyn. God no. I can't."