Page 7 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

"I’m never scared when I’m with you Daddy. Never." She presses those warm little lips on mine just for a second, for one breath saying, “Teach me.”

And just like that…

I jam one hand under the hem of her skirt. Shoving her legs apart until my fingertips hit wet heat and lace.

"Such a pretty little thing," I whisper, dragging a finger along the damp indent of her lips. "Sloppy for Daddy. You want to learn how to please me, don’t you? You want Daddy to take out his fat cock and teach you how to stroke it just the way he likes?"

She nods frantically her soft blonde hair bobbing around her face.

"Say it."

"I want to please you."

"Say it right."

"I want to please you, Daddy."

I press my mouth to hers.

And the moment our lips meet, I know I’m done for.

She opens to me like she was made for this.

For me.

Our kiss is heat and surrender and denial poured into a moment of connection.

When I finally pull back, we’re both breathing hard.

Her cheeks are pink. Her lips swollen. Wetness soaks through the fabric between her hot little legs.

Just like that, I’ve got her up and against me.

Her hands fly around my neck but only long enough for me to take the three steps across my office. Hit the lock button on the door as we go by, then sweep one hand across my desk, throwing files and my half full coffee mug to the floor in a crash.

I display her on the hard wood, her hair fans out, blonde strands catching light like a halo. I glance out the window of my office into the courtyard where students are laughing, studying andunaware their principal is about to violate his daughter right here on school grounds.

“Daddy" Her chest rises in panicked peaks, the fabric of her regulation school girl blouse pulling across those womanly tits sent straight from hell to break me. “Please.”“Please what?” I grind out, dragging my jaw down the column of her throat. That strawberry and sugar scent floods my senses as my teeth graze her pulse point. “Touch you?” My words turn guttural. “Tell me to stop, baby.” I smirk into her skin. “I-I can’t—" She gasps when I grip her knees, thumbs skimming inward, and bucks harder against the desk’s edge. “I don’t want you to stop.”

Her body bows. Every nerve ending in me is shocked to life.

Her eyes pop wide, lips bitten raw, spine arched to shove those forbidden tits toward my face.

I don’t know if it’s lust or ownership that makes my fingers knot in her hair but the urge to fucking tear my daughter apart is pushing me to the edge.

Chapter 3

Lily

My pulse stutters. “Is this going to break me?” “Only enough that I’ll be the only one who can put you back together.” His hand moves from under my skirt, fingertips circle my nipple, sending a shock straight between my legs where I’m already wetter than I should be. “Good girls learn what makes their Daddy happy.” Another flick of his wrist—my insides jumble. Before I can protest, he devours my mouth in a kiss. His tongue is pushing between my lips, until I’m matching him breath for breath, desperate even as I try to fight all the naughty feelings for this man I shouldn’t want this way.

My voice cracks when his other hand slips lower, brushing over my clit in a light swipe that has me moaning into his mouth. We finally break apart, his eyes are wild on mine, there’s a lingering string of our combined saliva between us.

As he takes a low breath it snaps.

“I like things a certain way, baby.” He leans back to study me, eyes glinting with something feral and tender.

“Does this mean… you’re going to teach me how you like things?” He grins with a dangerous curve of lips that sends another wave of heat twisting the tension tighter in my belly