Page 36 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

She’s right. We were so fucking close. I enjoyed every goddamn thing we did together and as much as keeping her at home as my personal fuck doll is appealing, I don’t want her ot feel like a dirty little secret.

“Where do you want to go, baby?” I say, caressing her cheekbones. “Anywhere. You name it.”

Hallie hums, scrunching her nose. Then, she says, “I want to go to a diner like we used to.”

“Burgers, fries, and a hot fudge sundae,” I say, reciting her old order.

“You remember?” she asks, playing with the hem of her skirt.

“Of course, Daddy remembers, baby,” I say, grabbing her hand and threading my fingers with hers. “If you want Daddy to take you to a diner, he will.”

As soon as she nods, I tug her toward the door. She giggles, half-jogging to keep up with my quick pace. We pass my assistant on our way out of the office. I think she knows to tell anyone else that asks that I’m out of the office for the rest of the day.

There’s a diner just around the corner from this place. Every time I pass, I think about the way I used to take her one just like this. Honestly, I’m not surprised this is where she wanted to go.

When we get inside, I take her to a table at the back of the restaurant. It’s not that I’m ashamed of her, I’m proud to have my little girl. I just don’t trust myself not to finger her under the table. I doubt my little girl would be very happy if I got us kicked out.

“Daddy will order for you,” I say as I pull out the chair closest to the wall for her.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she says brightly, smiling up at me like she’s the luckiest person in the world.

Doesn’t she understand that she’s made me the luckiest man?

As I settle in next to her, our waitress approaches. Our orders roll off of my tongue easily, and when we’re alone, I put my hand on her thigh, squeezing.

“Daddy,” she whispers, her big eyes wide.

“What is it, baby?” I ask, leaning in closer as I walk my fingers up to her little girl parts.

“I–” she begins, but we’re cut off by the arrival of someone.

“Sorry, sir,” the man, no… he’s a boy, says. “I was just wondering if I could take a minute of your daughter’s time.”

He’s looking her up and down, and I can tell this kid isn’t the least bit sorry. The possessive beast inside me claws its way through my chest. I’m all fire and rage, ready to tear him apart for even looking at my little girl.

“Daddy,” Hallie says before I have the chance to do anything rash. “Hold me.”

She doesn’t wait for an answer, throwing her leg over my thighs and pulling herself onto my lap. I can feel the heat of her core through the little thong I know she’s wearing. My cock stirs away.

In front of us, the kid who dared to look at my baby takes a step back. He can’t seem to take his eyes off of us, though. I don’t blame him.

“You need Daddy, little girl?” I say, low and directly in her ear.

She nods, shifting her hips forward. A little gasp escapes her lips as she feels my erection already straining against my pants. That only makes her grind down harder.

“That’s it,” I whisper in her ear. Then, I turn my gaze to the kid who’s still standing there watching us. I say, “She’s spoken for. Fucking beat it before I beat you.”

“I– Yes sir,” he stutters, nearly falling on his ass as he takes in the sight before him one last time.

My little girl is so focused on making herself feel good, that she doesn’t even realize he’s gone. I think the second she got on my lap, she forgot he was there. She’s so good, only focused on me.

But God, if she keeps going like this, I’m going to end up fucking her right here at the table.

“Hold on tight, baby,” I instruct her, grabbing onto her ass and picking her up as I stand.

“Where are we going, Daddy?” she asks, still rubbing herself against me, her face buried in my neck.

“Daddy needs to get inside that tight little pussy,” I say, practically growling as I storm through the diner straight into the storage room. As I close the door, I say, “And I don’t want anyone else to see what you look like when you’re cumming for Daddy.”