Page 29 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

If anyone else called her that, I’d put a 9mm between their eyes, but for me? Being a slut and a whore is like telling her how beautiful she is. What a fucking miracle.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’ve done this before,” I say, giving the base of my length another strangling squeezes.

At that she looks away, a blush rising to the apples of her cheeks. So low I have to lean forward to hear it, she says, “I haven’t, Daddy. I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Fuck,” I curse, having to look up at the ceiling to keep my composure.

My little girl is going to drive me insane. I’m going to pop that little cherry, take her virginity just like she’s been waiting for.

Her eye lashes flutter in the low light as she settles back on her heels, catching my attention. She asks for the second time, “Does it hurt?”

Jesus, this girl.

“Yes, baby,” I tell her. “It does.”

“I hurt too,” she whispers like she’s telling me her deepest secret. The lust and pain in her face is almost more than I can take. “Maybe we can help each other?”

“You liked helping me earlier, didn’t you?” I shift so I can lean forward. “Licking and sucking all the cream out of my balls with that bratty mouth. It made you so wet, didn’t it?”

I watch her throat move as she swallows. Then, shaky and unsure, she says, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I shouldn’t feel like this. Not for you.”

Her chin starts to quiver. Her tears will be the death of me. I can’t let her have doubts. Not about me.

“Don’t fucking cry, baby,” I demand in a voice that’s both soft and unforgiving. I let go of my dick and reach for her, shoving my thumb between her lips. “Suck on that until I give you something better to suck on.”

She nods, drawing my thumb into the warmth of her mouth. I’m too late to stop her tears from falling over her bottom lids. She recovers quickly with a little moan around my digit.

“You’re just growing up,” I exhale, using my free hand to stroke her hair. “You need me to teach you things. I’m proud you neverlet a boy touch you. They wouldn’t know how to make you feel good like your Daddy would.”

God, I’m going to hell. And I don’t give a fuck.

She sniffs, sucking harder in agreement. Her gaze drifts back to my dick. My erection hasn’t flagged one fucking bit. Beads of pre-cum run in little droplets from the slit.

“You want Daddy to take care of you?” I say gently. I drag my thumb from her mouth, running it down her bottom lip, holding it there for a second.

“Yes.” Then, softly, she admits, “I’m all mixed up inside. Scared and happy and excited and tense. Like, there’s something that needs to be fixed inside me.”

I groan, she’s so fucking perfect. She doesn’t even know it.

“You’re not mixed up,” I assure her, swiping my thumb over the pink of her cheek. “It’s just the you don’t understand yet. You want me to teach you how to feel good and you want to make me happy in return, don’t you baby? I can do that in ways all those other boys can’t. They don’t understand you like I do.”

She smiles and I get to my feet. Then, I motion her to the wide day bed that’s built in under the bay window. It looks out towardthe side of the house, neighboring homes with their lights off are in the distance, but no one’s awake to see us.

“Crawl next to me, then I’ll put you up here and we will continue our lessons,” I say, resting my hand on the top of her head. “And then we’ll see all about what’s going on down in all those achy feelings.”

The play turns darker as she falls back onto her hands.

She follows me as I step toward the window. The sound of her knees sliding across the floor goes straight to my dick, still bobbing out of my open pants.

When we get to the bed, I settle onto the mattress, and she crawls up beside me. Then, she lies back, opening her legs.

“You want to see, right?” she asks shyly. A blush climbs up her neck as a spurt of come releases from my dick, my balls like lead anchors between my legs.

“I do,” I agree, tense with how badly I want her. “You’re soaked, baby. All sticky and sweet. Lay back for me. Close your eyes and just think happy thoughts while Daddy checks things.”

I try to focus, but fuck, I want to just push right into her wet little pussy and tear her cherry away with one thrust. But, I also wantto take my time. I want her to enjoy my touch. I need her to crave it again and again.

“I’m a little scared,” she says, tensing as I re-arrange her legs.