Page 99 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

"Look at me," he says when my eyes drift down. "I want your eyes on me while my cock is in your throat. I don't want you to pretend you are doing anything other than sucking off your grandpa."

I suck him deep, hollowing my cheeks as the tears spill again, his hands take control of my head and he uses my mouth as his hole, fucking in and out, in and out, down my throat and I am nothing, just whatever he needs me to be.

"So pretty when you cry." He swipes a thumb under my eye, catching the wetness and brings it to his lips. "Everything about you is delicious. You like being my special girl, don't you?"

His hips drive forward, his grip on my hair burns my scalp, and the wet, gagging sounds fill the room blocking out the storm. Saliva coats my chin and drips down my throat and onto my breasts. I can't breathe on every third thrust and my world narrows to the rhythm of him — in, choke, hold, out, gasp, in again.

"Could come right down your throat." There's a new tension in his voice as I suck, suck, breathe, suck. His control is fraying. "You want a belly full of your Pawpaw's special prize? You've earned it, baby. Now, finish sucking me off and get what's coming to you."

I moan around his shaft and I hate myself for it.

He comes down my throat with a grunt, praising me as the salty cream flows and spurts, falls out of the corners of my mouth. His orgasm shakes his legs and he tears at my hair but I swallow, swallow hoping if I get this over with, he won't be able to do anything else.

He pulls out fast after his cock stops jerking. It's bigger than before it seems, bobbing between us, slick with my spit and his cum.

He fists it once, squeezing, and a thick ribbon of cum stretches from the tip to my swollen bottom lip before breaking.

I let my head fall between my arms which are still braced against his thighs.

Then, I look up at him and something in his expression tells me we're nowhere close to done.

"That's my good girl."

Chapter 5

Billie

"Now, get over on that bed. You did a good job getting your cute little face fucked, but do not think I forgot about how you were fighting me outside. Kicking and punching at Pawpaw. That's disrespectful and you'll be punished for that. Then, you'll get to apologize with your pussy."

I'm moving, doing what he asks but it's like my brain is disconnected from my body. I vaguely feel his hands on my back, my hips, my ankles as I crawl onto the bed on all fours.

"That's it. Stay still." He coughs as my forehead drops to the bedding. "Let me see that pretty pussy from behind. Show Pawpaw what's his."

My cunt clenches and I already know, I can't ever tell anyone about this. How could I?

It would wreck our family. And what about me? I've had what? Four? Five orgasms? I haven't really fought him. Maybe he's right, I lead him on and he loves me. He's doing this because of me.

I'm sagging and calming a bit when I hear the whisper of leather sliding through belt loops. A slow, deliberate hiss that raises every hair on my body.

I don't turn around. I don't need to.

The first crack of the belt across my ass is white-hot, sharp, instant. I cry out and my back bows upward, my fingers twist in the sheets. The pain blooms in a hot spiral, radiating from the point of contact through my hips and down my thighs.

"One. You count from now on." Then it's his calloused hand rubbing the welt in slow circles. "You'll understand someday why I have to do this. It's for your own good." The pain melts to warmth, and that warmth pools between my legs, and I hate my body for what it does with hurt.

The second one catches me lower on the backs of my thighs, and the sting goes deeper. I jolt forward and my elbows buckle.

"Two," I whisper, without being reminded.

His hand slides between my legs from behind, fingers dragging through my folds. "Already dripping again. Pawpaw's barely started and you're making a mess."

The third lands and I moan into the mattress. Spasms twitch the muscles in the tops of my thighs as the heat spreads across my skin.

Rhett goes quiet. His silence like a hand on the back of my neck.

"There she is." He says with a hint of something that sounds like awe. "Pawpaw didn't even have to ask. You're lifting that ass for me all on your own."

I squeeze my eyes shut. He's right. I don't want him to be right but my body is done pretending.