Page 50 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

She laughs softly. “I’m ready for more lessons, Daddy.”

“I need time to recover, baby,” I say, reaching for my phone as the route app dings, telling me I’m behind schedule.

Like I don’t fucking know that, but some things take precedence.

The storm’s passed. Dawn will be here soon, and I have a hundred miles to make up to stay on schedule. “I promise Daddy will show you every damn trick I know before we hit that next truck stop. But right now, you go back to sleep, baby. You need your rest. Some of the lessons coming up are going to take a lot out of you. Kiss me like a big girl, then get back to bed.”

I put her back on her feet before I lost my focus and mount her on my dick. I land a hard slap on her ass then shoot myeyes out the driver’s window as I spin in my chair back forward, catching the guy in the semi next to me looking over, the jerking movements of his shoulder telling me all I need to know.

A surge of pride swells my chest as I reach up, grab the back of Mina’s neck, and pull her down into a hard kiss.

When we break apart, her eyes flick to the window as well, and instead of shame, I see excitement in her green eyes.

“Was that man watching us, Daddy?” she asks, a smile taking her lips upward as she reaches down and laces her fingers through my hair.

“Yes, baby. He wants what I have, and I like showing it off. But no one will ever touch you but me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Now, off to bed.” I land a hard slap on her ass and give her a soft shove back into the living quarters, then toss a look at the guy beating off next to me and chuckle.

It’s gonna be a hell of a ride.

Chapter 4

The cab’s still warm when I wake. I made a hundred miles before my lids started to get heavy. I pulled into a rest area and climbed in behind her for some sleep.

Mina’s curled beneath the blankets like some sort of sleepy goddess, lashes fanning over cheeks gone pink from her dreams. Her skin glows faintly in the morning light coming through, dewy and unmarked except for the faint bruise from the hickey I gave her last night. I nuzzle into her neck, fingertips brushing the waistband of her little shorts, cotton stretched taut over hips that beg to be gripped. I smirk at the little “mmm” that escapes her throat.

“G’morning, Daddy,” she sighs, rolling onto her back to meet my grin. Her stomach growls mid-sentence—a low, needy rumble that makes me laugh. “I’m starving.”

“Me too,” I kiss the hollow below her throat, before trailing lower. My tongue skims her ribs, teasing goosebumps across her skin while my fingers hook under the band of those shorts. She flinches when I drag a nail lightly over her hipbone, breath hitching like she’s already remembering what else I have planned for her tight, teenage body.

But right now, I’m more interested in waking her up the right way. I slide lower on the little bed, kissing her belly, her hips, her thighs.

“More, Daddy,” she mumbles, stretching out to offer herself to me.

“Guess you’re hungry for more than breakfast then?” My voice drops. “Let’s get these shorts off, they’re in the way.”

I tug as she wiggles until I drag the cotton fabric off her foot, dropping it on the floor.

I groan, throaty and deep as my tongue slips between the damp folds of her sex. She’s already drenched, the scent of her arousal sharp and wild in the air as the scruff of my beard rasps against her inner thigh. She squirms as I open my mouth and take her in, spreading wider to let my teeth graze the taut peak of her clit.

“Yes. Right there...” Her voice falters when I suck gently on the tiny bud. Her hands fist my hair now, fingers tangling as her hips rise with every flick of my tongue, each thrust deeper than thelast as I slip a finger inside her channel. She’s tight, clenching around me like a fist begging for more.

When her body stills, I stop too, letting her hang on the edge, listening to the little moan of frustration as she tightens around my finger.

“Daddy, please…”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You… Always you…”

“Good girl,” I whisper, then dive back in. Almost the moment my mouth clamps around her swollen little clit, she cries out, bucking her hips and soaking my face with a squirt of liquid heat. But I don’t relent. I eat her, moving my mouth against her pussy like a starving dog with a bone. “Good girl,” I grumble again, my voice muffled by her body. “Give Daddy one more.”

“No more,” she says, writhing and breathless. “Please. I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” I snap, thrusting a finger deep inside her cunt, then pressing my thumb against her tight asshole that’s soaked with her cum and pop it inside. “I’m going to fuck you here too. And lick your asshole and you’re going to lick mine.”