Page 103 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

This one is sharper, his fingers finding my clit and circling it while he fucks me with those same relentless strokes. I'm sobbing. Chest heaving, face soaked and he licks the tears off my cheeks and hums with perverted satisfaction.

"Kiss Pawpaw." His lips hover over mine. "Show me you can give me a big girl kiss. Use your tongue like we see in the movies we watch."

God, I squeeze my eyes shut when his lips connect to mine. The scruff covering his face rasps on mine as the full, warmth of his lips move against me and he forces his tongue through my lips and I push mine forward to meet his.

His movements slow as we kiss and my stomach tumbles, his pelvis pressed solid against the swollen bundle of nerves, grinding in slow, frustrating figure eights.

He groans and I shudder as I kiss him this way. Our tongues twist and move slick and warm inside our mouths as he pumps his hips slowly, in and out of me.

"That was fucking, baby." He murmurs into my mouth pulling his lips back just enough to speak. "Now, let's do some love making."

His mouth slides back to mine with a warm exhale that is scented of sex and whiskey. We are tongues and lips and an easier grind of his hips turn the black to light and I hate how good it all feels.

"You're gonna take Pawpaw's special sauce now, baby. I can't go slow anymore, you feel too good." The bucking of his hips turns feral and violent. "Going to pump this little cunt full."

"No, please," I crack, this is too much, "I'm not on anything, please don't cum inside me." I squeeze around him but there's nowhere for me to go. His weight is immovable, his length plunged deep and no amount of squirming or wiggling is going to help. "Please."

"Too late, baby. You know this is your fault. You made Pawpaw do it, you made me—"

He slams in once. Twice. On the third, he buries himself to the hilt and his body turns to a flat, solid plane.

The first hot spurt sends tears tumbling from my lower lids. The base of his cock spasms, more warmth pumps inside me.

"Barebacking my granddaughter is just what we needed to bring us closer."

He pumps in short, staccato thrusts with each one, he stuffs another gush of sticky semen deep against my cervix.

Thick, hot ropes of my grandfather's cum coat my insides. It's so much it has nowhere to go and I feel it seeping out around his cock and sticking, warm on my inner thighs as I press my nose into his chest and let it all happen.

"Fuck." He breathes finally like a man coming up for air. "Sweet Jesus your pussy is magic. You should be glad I didn't know how good your pussy was sooner baby."

He stays buried in me while his cock twitches through the last of it. His forehead drops to the bedding and for a few moments we're just bodies — heaving, sweating, sated.

"You're gonna be spreading your legs for me a lot from now on." He growls, then kisses my cheek. "When I come in your housefrom now on, when no one's around first thing you do is spread your legs so I can fuck you. Understand, baby?"

He doesn't wait for my answer, the weight of his body lifts, his length slipping out inch by inch until he heaves a sigh and slips free.

A gush of warm sticky wetness follows, sliding down the crack of my ass then into the sheets under me.

"Messy girl." He sounds so smug. I turn my face in time to see him shove two fingers down between my legs, scooping up a gob of our mixed fluids and raises them to my mouth.

His other hand grips my jaw, turning my head and squeezing so my lips pop open.

"Swallow what Pawpaw gives you." He shakes his head, his thick brows drawing tight. "If your pussy won't hold onto it, I'll feed it to your mouth."

He stuffs the calloused digits inside my mouth without asking and I release a ragged groan.

His cock is bobbing, still hard but slick with us, his balls weighted and hanging low surrounded by coarse salt and pepper hair.

The taste of our pleasure is thick, salty, warm. I suck and lick his fingers clean and swallow, then he gathers more from between my thighs, feeding me until I've taken everything he can scoop out.

"Belly full?"

I nod. My vision blurry. My body is a landscape of ache and warmth and the deep, humming satisfaction of something I shouldn't admit.

He works the belt until it's released from the headboard and my arms drop, numb and useless.

"I'll always take care of you, never forget that." He sets my wrists free from the leather and the sudden realization that his aggressive need for me is just another way he shows me love. How special I am to him.