Page 25 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

“Now, open wider.” I guide her mouth down my shaft with firm fingers, coaching each movement like I’d teach a dance step. “Breathe through your nose, sweet pea. That’s right—see how you’re gagging? Relax the throat.” She swallows reflexively, and I hiss at the suction. God, she’s good… too good.

“There you go, so much better. God, fuck that feels good,” I say, feeding her half of my length. “Unbutton your shirt, I want to see if your nipples are hard. I bet they are.”

She whimpers, tears collecting in her eyes as she suppresses a gag but her hands work the buttons on her white blouse, letting it fall open and Jesus, she doesn’t’ need to be told, she pulls the cups of her bra down and exposes those deep pink puckered nipples to me. I pull back a little, letting her catch her breath. Then, I thrust back in, bumping the back of her throat.

“Breathe through your nose,” I tell her, forcing myself to hold my hips steady. When she obeys, I press in all the way to the hilt. “Just suck the tip. Like a pacifier. See how the head is softer than the rest?”

She nods, anchoring her lips just below the crown and sucking softly sending my eyes into the back of my head, I curse and try to breathe and steady myself before I continue.

“That’s because that’s the part you can just suck on softly when you need comfort. That’s your happy place Hallie. It’s a privilege to suck cock, especially mine, which will be the only dick you’ll ever get, just so you know. Now, a little tongue right on that little indent on the bottom, that-a-girl.”

“Tongue flat,” I murmur, guiding her mouth back up. “Like licking a popsicle—not a lollipop.” Her cheeks hollow obediently, suction building until she’s humming around the head, all soft wet sounds that unravel my focus. My hips buck without permission. I ball my fingers into fists, holding her hair and her head in place.

She wiggles and struggles a bit as I lodge it back in her windpipe but I’m crazed now. A man without morals or fear of regret. This girl is fucking magic with a mouth for sin and it’s all fucking mine.

“No, no, no.” I shake my head holding her head in place. “Keep it in there. I’ll tell you when you’re done. Just hold it right there and make me proud, baby.”

Her hands find my thighs, grabbing onto me hard. Her nails dig in, and even though I know she’s struggling for air, she doesn’t pull back. She does exactly what she knows I want.

She chokes. God, it’s a beautiful sound.

“You’re taking your lesson like a champion cock sucker. You didn’t lie about not doing this before did you?” I grit out, her eyes squeeze closed, on a tiny ‘no’ motion of her head, wetness sparkling on her lashes.

With a little pulse, I push the tip of my cock against the back of her throat as she starts to struggle and ease back, eyes opening, desperate, fearful.

Christ. Her pupils are blown wide as she swallows again, deeper this time, and I’m a hair’s breadth from coming undone. But I’ll be damned if I let her finish here—not without a lesson in how to really make it count. “Suck harder,” I rasp, tilting my hips tosink farther until her nose brushes the wiry hair around the base of my dick.

“I want to feel how sorry you are now. You’re gonna get that smart mouth fucked like it deserves, now I’m going to push it down deep, and I want you to give it a good massage with your throat by swallowing while it cuts off your air. That’s how you apologize, you suffer while you make Daddy happy.”

Holy fuck, my little girl’s throat working around my cock like that should be a crime, her face is bright red, saliva streaming down onto her tits. So. Fucking. Pretty.

“I know it’s big. You did great, but now, it’s time for the finale. Your mouth is just a fuck hole, it’s gonna feel like I hate you for a minute, but remember, I love you baby, even when I do things to you that hurt.”

My vision blurs; my other hand finds its way into her hair again. “Faster,” I bark—not a request—and she obliges, bobbing with practiced rhythm now, her tongue twisting in ways that make my teeth clench. I don’t stop until I’m punching down the back of her throat over and over, the muscles down my back in fucking knots trying to hold back, giving her a chance to find her happy place and start working the solid bar of flesh covered blood I’m about to stuff down her windpipe.

She stays still, drool falling in a thick, translucent thread from her lower lip.

She hollows her cheeks while I use her for my pleasure. I moan, unable to hold it back. That sassy little mouth is perfect for this. This is what it was made for, not giving me lip, but sucking my cock.

“That’s it,” I say as I start fucking her mouth faster, deeper. She’s gurgling and making gagging noises as the wet flap, flap, flap of my balls smack her chin. “Don’t forget to use your tongue. That feels good for Daddy.”

When Hallie flicks her tongue against my tip just before my cock leaves her lips, my balls tighten and I think I’m going to pass the fuck out, except I don’t want to miss one fucking second of her mouth.

“You’re going to make Daddy cum now,” I groan, burying my cock in the warm heat of her mouth. “And you’re going to swallow everything I give you, little girl.”

She moans, the sound vibrating through me. All the muscles in my body tighten in anticipation of what’s to come. Seconds before I spill, I plunge down her throat until she starts clawing at my hips.

I don’t get two more pumps before I’m unloading in her soft, wet mouth. “Don’t waste any, you did good apologizing, now swallow, baby. That’s your prize.”

My release slides down her throat. She gags, choking on my length and the sheer amount of semen that bursts from my balls. The base of my cock jerks and I roar at the ceiling, watching my daughter suck the sticky seed from my balls, milking me with her sweet little mouth. I hold myself there, thrusting shallowly until I’ve milked out every last drop of my spend.

When I finally pull out, she takes a long inhale, swiping the back of her hand over her lips as I do my best to tuck my still hard inches into my pants and zip up, clinking my belt back just as she falls forward. I catch her under the arms and lift her to her feet. She fits into the line of me like this is exactly where we’re meant to be. Probably because this is where we’re supposed to be.

Her lips are stretched, face fire engine red, her pulse is racing but her eyes are watery and unfocused. I tuck her against me, her legs wobbly but following my forward motion as I head for the kitchen.

“Water,” I say, because care is the other half of discipline. She’s mine to care for, and I intend to do it well.

I steady her on her feet, keeping my arm around her as I guide us to the sink. With my free hand, I fill a glass until it’s full of cold water then bring it to her mouth, “Drink, baby, not because I want to wash my flavor away, but because it’s what you need.”