Page 49 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

Her lashes flutter, long and dark, as she stares into my eyes for a long moment then glances out the window, brushing hair from her forehead. “Someone might see.”

“That’s true,” I admit, but as long as she’s mine, I’ll show off what no other man will ever have with a smile on my face. Every jerk-off fantasy for too long has been of her squirming under me in that godforsaken truck bed, and if some other fuck gets an eyeful while I’m making all my fucking dirty dreams come true? Small price.

“Now move your hand faster. Yeah, like that.”

She obeys, cheeks turning ripe red as she tightens her grip. The first slide of her fist up my length sends a shudder through me, and I grab her by the hair, steadying her.

“Good girl,” I growl. She’s doing too well, and suddenly it’s all I can do to keep from taking her body and mounting it on my dick.

“I want to taste,” she mumbles, gaze locked on our joined hands.

“Not yet.” I chuckle at her eagerness. She wants fucking more. My horny daughter wants more of Daddy’s cock. “First things first. Watch me… You have to learn how I like to be touched first.”

I guide her fingers over my shaft again, tracing the ridge beneath the head. Holding her wrist, I move her hand up and down, up and down, watching the soft skin of my cock moving over the hardness beneath, balls jumping with every hard jerk.

“See this here?” I pause her hand just under the ridge of the crown. “That little spot where it sort of cuts upward? That’s a good spot. Then, when you go up and down, you squeeze and release a little, over and over. Then, when I’m getting close, you’ll move faster, right here…”

I work her hand under mine as she stares in rapt attention.

“Like this, Daddy?” she asks, taking over, her thumb pressing hard under my crown and nearly bringing me up off the seat.

“Fuck,” I mutter. “Yes, you listed well. Now, you can kiss it.”

Her lips quirk. Christ, she looks so innocent with that smirk. And then she’s crouching lower until my tip brushes her lips. She hesitates, tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“Take it slow. Kiss that tip and lick that wet slit.” I heave a breath as she leans forward, lapping, then opening wider… and then the heat swallows me whole.

“Greedy whore,” I hiss as heart palpitations make me short of breath. “You know that’s who you are now, don’t you? Your father’s greedy little whore.”

The filth makes her hum around me, her head bobbing up and down instead of nodding.

“My cock is your happy place… suck it like a lollipop. Gotta get Daddy nice and sloppy and wet with your spit.”

She does just that, cheeks hollowing, tongue working, gagging a little. Jesus, her mouth is a velvet vice that steals air from my lungs before she pulls back with a pop, flushed and adorably breathless with a look of pride.

“I like it, Daddy. I like looking at you, knowing I’m the one making you feel good.”

I nod, pushing her head back down. “Enough fuckin’ talking. Suck it again, but harder.”

I thread my fingers into her hair as her mouth tightens down on me again.

Her rhythm is uneven, but feverish, like she can’t get enough. The rig hums, engine vibrations syncing with my heartbeat as she works me faster now, deeper. I rock with her movement, cock throbbing in her mouth when she gently grazes her teeth over the head before slipping lower to take all of me down her throat.

“Fuck… baby, you’re gonna make me come too soon,” I rasp, dragging her head back upward, breathless as her tongue flicks at that spot under crown. It’s too late. My balls are already heaving. “C’mon… swallow, Mina. Take it all. You did this, now you don’t waste any.”

She makes a sound of agreement as my climax takes hold, fever covering me as the rush of pleasure delivers my fucking soul into her mouth.

“That’s it,” I praise, holding her hair by the root, keeping my thickness lodged down her throat as she squirms and struggles. “There’s my good girl. Are you ready for your prize?”

Her cheeks dimple around me as she swallows, gurgling and gagging, deep and wet, her free hand cupping my balls before sliding back up to grip my hip. I groan, balls drawing tight against her palm.

She nods, and the movement is too much. A moment later, I’m spilling into the back of her throat with a roar that echoes off the truck walls.

Time and space collide as I nut down her throat. Gulping for air, head thrown back, roaring her name and seeing stars.

When the last spurts finish, I let go of her hair, she pulls away, panting but smiling. Her lips are red, swollen and glistening, I yank her up onto my lap without thinking. She straddles me as I lean back against the seat, still hard even after that blowjob, and kiss her fiercely, tasting myself on her tongue.

“Teach you more later,” I grunt against her lips, thumb brushing the peak of her nipple through her shirt.