Page 45 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

I’m emboldened by her eagerness, part of me wondering if this is some kind of fever dream. Will I wake to find her safely tucked away under her own blankets, untouched and untarnished by my perverted manipulations?

“It feels nice, Daddy,” she mutters as our lips part, saliva strung between us, her hips rising up to take more of my finger as I bite and suck on her neck, drawing the skin through my lips, wanting my mark there, wanting to put a fucking hickey on her neck like a schoolboy, so everyone will know I’ve staked my fucking claim. “Like when you used to tickle me, but better. Different. I want to press that aching part against something.”

“Good. That’s good, baby. It feels good for me when I touch you and you’re all soft and warm. That means your horny. Do you know how to come, baby?”

The rain drums against the truck roof like the devil’s applause, urging me into the darkness. I don’t care how far we’ll have to backtrack in the morning, or what Karen will say when she finds out about us, because I already know in my heart, this is not just a one-time jack-off session.

I love my daughter, but I also know unequivocally now that I’ve touched her and tasted her mouth, I will never, fuckingnever, let her go.

All that matters is Mina’s hands on me. They’re so fucking small and trembling, but they areonme. Searching and exploring as her body tightens into a bowstring with me strumming her clit.

“I don’t… I can’t. I feel that achy feeling, but I never know what to do to make that feeling come. Are you going to teach me?”

“Let’s work on it together. Now, right here,” I pause, flicking the tip of my index finger on the hard little bud, making her draw a sharp breath. “That’s the feel-good part, isn’t it? Right where I’m playing now?”

“Uh huh.” She breathes out her agreement as her opening clenches on my middle finger.

Her shaking hand finds my thigh, then presses up into the bulge under my jeans.

“Good girl,” I groan, pushing my erection into her palm. “You’re making Daddy hard. You know what that means, don’t you?”

She nods, her lips parted, eyes lusty slits as I work her little clit between my fingers now. “You want me.”

“You’re a bad girl, knowing that about your father.”

“I’m... I’m sorry.” She looks genuinely apologetic, and it only makes me harder.

She starts to pull her hand back.

“Oh no, you keep it there. It’s good for you to get used to feeling me like that. It’s going to be your job to take care of me in a lot of new ways, baby. You make it hard like that, you have to take care of it.”

I reach down with my free hand and work the button and zipper on my jeans, letting my erection pop out as her pussy drenches me and her eyes pop wide.

“That’s big,” she gasps, her lips open, teeth nipping at the flesh.

“Because you made it get all full of blood. That’s how nature gets a man ready to push inside tight little holes like this.” I jam a finger up inside her, making her yelp. “Now, just stroke it. Put your hand around and just get used to it.”

She follows my orders, her warm hand tentative and soft as it starts to move up and down.

“Like this?” Her eyes search mine for approval, and it makes a spurt of pre-cum jump from the tip.

“Just like that.”

Her hand feels like fucking heaven, but it’s her arousal that is my biggest turn on. Knowing my daughter is wet and horny because of me? That’s the focus of my life from now on, and once I get her to come, my possessiveness will multiply a thousand-fold.

I explore and work her clit and the delicate flesh of her lips as her gaze flicks between my cock and my face, looking for assurance. I’m ready to nut all over her pretty little face, but I want something else.

“Do you know what oral sex is, baby?” I ask as her hand moves up and down my shaft, my fingers pressing on her little button, working it in circles as her legs fall open under the blanket.

Another nod, apple-red blooming on her cheeks. “Mouth stuff. On private parts.”

I nod back, finger brushing her hair as she looks up at me, lust haze in her eyes. She’s a smart, well-spoken girl, but the way she’s talking, it’s as though she’s regressing. Playing up the little part of her. And I fucking want to pull her onto my lap and sing her a lullaby while fucking her virgin pussy bloody.

“Would you like to know what it feels like to be kissed here?” I tap my finger on her clit. “Because it would make Daddy very happy to do that. To give you kisses here. Is that okay?”

Her pulse flutters at the base of her neck, and time seems to stall as we stare at each other, blood thickening my already impossibly hard erection as I struggle to draw breath.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers finally, fluttering her lashes, as I weave my fingers through her hair, dragging my other hand from between her legs and pulling her mouth up to meet mine.