Page 73 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

I lean over, careful to keep my dick right where it is, scoop up the camera and take aim.

"God, my daughter's pussy is so welcoming to her Daddy. This will make the best Christmas card."

I shoot ten or a hundred frames, I'm not sure. She quivers and fights to be still until my own lust prevails and I set down the camera and bury myself into her sloppy heat.

She moans and I swear. Then I withdraw. She snarls at me. This girl who hid her face in my chest this morning has turned feral for her father's cock.

"You want this, baby girl?" I hold my dick in place, the pressure in my balls making it close to impossible to not blow she feels so fucking good. "Tell me who you belong to."

"You, Daddy. I belong to you." The words burst from her swollen lips in a rush as I drive into her in one stroke and swallow her scream with my mouth.

The feeling is... Christ. This feeling nearly puts me on the floor. She's tight, impossibly tight, clenching around my full length, and the wet heat of her is so intense my vision grays at the edges.

I hold still, buried to the root, my forehead pressed to hers, both of us panting.

"Mine," I grit against her lips. "This little girl pussy is mine. My daughter's pussy, saved for me. I'll never get enough of you."

"Yes, Daddy."

I withdraw, letting her feel every inch, and then thrust home again with a grunt of effort. She cries out, holding the position I put her in. Good girl. My good, obedient daughter, who lets me have her however I want.

I fuck her with deep, deliberate strokes that build in speed. She's so tight, so wet, making such beautiful sounds. Her tits bounce with every thrust, and I lower my mouth to one, sucking her nipple between my teeth, biting gently, and she arches off the platform and clenches so hard she damn near snaps my dick off.

"Daddy—harder—please—"

I grab her hip with one hand and the edge of the platform with the other and give her what she's asking for.

Pump. Pump. Pump.

Grunt, Grunt. Grunt.

The platform scrapes against the concrete floor as I fuck into her with everything I have. The wet sound of my cock driving into her fills the studio. Obscene, rhythmic, primal, punctuated by her gasps and my growls and the slap of wet skin.

"That's it. Take all of your daddy's cock." I'm barely holding on. "You have any idea what you look like right now? Spread wideand so fucking willing with your hands behind your back, taking my cock like you were custom fitted just for my pleasure?"

"Show me." She's breathless, that mischievous smile tipping her swollen, pink lips. "Daddy, take a picture."

"Filthy girl." I reach for the camera again. I don't stop fucking her as I aim. Her body stretched out beneath me, my cock buried deep, her face a wreck of pleasure. Click. I slam back into her full force.

Click. Click.

She comes hard and sudden, her whole body seizing around me, her mouth open in a soundless scream as I catch the beautiful moment through the lens.

I fuck her through it, hitting the shutter as her pussy grips my shaft in pulses that nearly drag me under. Somehow, I hold my orgasm back and manage to hold on to the camera, grinding deep while she shakes, wringing every last contraction from her body before I pull back and start building again.

"One more, baby." My voice is shot but the thought of catching the vision of my daughter having an orgasm because of me is driving me beyond obsession. "Give me one more."

"No, Daddy, I can't— Please—"

I ignore her, hitching her thigh higher, changing the angle, and the sound she makes when I sink back in tells me she can. "There. Right there?"

"Oh god—right there—don't stop—"

Click. Click.

I fuck her at that angle, grinding my pelvis against her clit with every stroke. The orgasm builds in her face before it hits her body with a scream. She shakes her head, her brows creased, lips parted, neck and chest flushed as her nipples draw tight enough to cut glass.

"You want me to come inside you, don't you?"