When Daddy Fosters Tally

When Daddy Fosters Tally Cherry Bonét Copyright All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced, copied, distributed, or adapted in any way, with the exception of certain activities permitted by applicable copyright laws, such as brief quotations in the context of a review or academic work. For permission to publish, distribute or otherwise reproduce this work, please contact the author at [email protected] Cover Design by @SoWeOpenOnABook Contents Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Epilogue Playlist Daddy Issues – The Neighbourhood Blue Jeans – Lana Del Rey Hayloft – Mother Mother Knee Socks – Arctic Monkeys Apocalypse – Cigarettes After Sex Guys My Age – Hey Violet All The Things She Said – t.A.T.u Swing Lynn – Harmless Somebody Else – The 1975 I Feel Like I’m Drowning – Two Feet Kiss It Better – Rihanna Sex on Fire – Kings of Leon Cigarette Daydream – Cage the Elephant Dress – Taylor Swift Die For You – The Weeknd Me and My Husband – Mitski About Daddy’s little princess is all grown up… Tallulah Foster has a crush. On her foster father no less. She doesn’t understand the force of her feelings until one chance encounter leads to her father, Nathan Foster teaching her things no other dads are teaching their daughters. Nathan Foster has a problem. It takes shape in the form of his foster daughter, Tally. He can’t stop himself from tasting her sweet peach, but what happens when a blast from the past tries to force them apart? Dedication to everyone who thought they couldn’t, you can. and to my bestest friend in the entire world, mahoomie I hope you don’t cancel me after reading this. Prologue Foster I’ve always wanted to be a father. My main goal in life was to work hard, not play hard. I was diligent and hardworking in school. Whispers of “nerd” and “loser” would follow me as I walked past the hallways. I may have been tall, but I was skinny, wore glasses and had my head buried in books. It was the only way I’d get out of my shit as fuck town. And I did. I now owned my own successful construction company and had a great group of guys working for me to build world-class venues all around the world. I had everything. A big house, a gigantic bank account balance, and an even fatter cock. The only thing I didn’t have was her. She was the sweetest thing I had ever seen. She was sitting on a bench reading a Harry Potter book, but she was flipping through the pages so fast I knew she couldn’t read. So sweet. She smiled as she turned the pages and occasionally, looked up to see if anyone was around her. Something in my heart jumped as I watched this precious girl. My fatherly instincts were blaring louder than a fire alarm. Why is she sitting alone on the bench in the cold? The sun was still out but it was getting chillier. Where are her parents? She needs to be inside, cosied up under a blanket, a Disney movie on in the background as I make her a hot chocolate topped with marshmallows that we sip slowly. I would laugh loudly as she would tell me “ look daddy I have a moustache like you now! ”. I jolt back to the present. What the fuck is wrong with me? I have never felt this pull before, it’s insanity. I’ve held many babies and children in my time and as cute as they were I had never felt like I needed to steal them away and raise them as my own. What is it about her? Is it because she’s alone? Is it because she’s pretending as if she can read which is endearing as hell? I shake my head prepared to walk away when I see a young woman go up to the girl, grabbing her arm roughly and trying to drag her away from the bench. She grips the child’s arm so hard, I can feel her pain when she winces. My blood boils as I watch her being treated like a dog. No one intervenes as the woman shouts abuse at the little girl. Her eyes start to water but she’s resilient and doesn’t let the tears drop. A man walks up to them and stands there allowing the woman, who I assume is her mother, to continue shouting and dragging the poor girl. I will myself to calm down until the unthinkable happens. The woman backhands the little girl until she falls on the floor, her book flies out of her hands and thumps her on the head. It’s as if time stands still. The quiet rage in my body threatens to erupt, but I hold still because it hits me. I know why I was put on this earth. That little girl is supposed to be mine. With that acknowledgement in my mind, I walk away, knowing that later tonight my life will change for the better. I’m going to be a father. Chapter One Tally “God Tallulah your dad is so fucking hot. I want him to beat my pussy up six ways to Sunday” Gracelynn whispers, poking me in the ribs. I shrug her off as a flare of jealousy burns my chest momentarily. “Yeah Tallulah, why did you have to be blessed with such a sexy dad? It’s not fair my dad looks like an ogre” Calliope whines as she stands next to the bar, stretching her body down so far until her ass sticks up in the air. I pout and look around, spotting my dad in the corner of the room talking to my ballet teacher, Madam Beaumont, who’s standing a little close to him for my liking. I narrow my eyes as I watch him. He stands taller than everyone in the