Page 28 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

His face is knotted in pleasure. He strokes himself faster, chasing his climax. When his thumb brushes over the tip, he lets out a shuddering moan.

I want that cum on me. I want it in me. I’ve wanted it before I even understood what it meant. I hold my breath as I scoot forward on my knees with eyes wide. When I take my hand away from my mouth, I worry my bottom lip with my teeth.

This man’s cock is the thing of dreams. I’ve seen it so many times in my sleep, but the real thing is so much better. I want to feel him on top of me, experience the weight of his body on mine. I want him to relieve the pressure that’s building in my feminine parts, give me the release I’m dying for.

“Spread your legs wider, baby. You’re gonna let Daddy in there one way or another…”

My clit is aching. I don’t even bother trying to keep from rubbing myself for a little relief. I slide my fingers into the drenched space between my body and my panties, finding that achy spot andpress.

I bite back the moan creeping up my throat but I’m not fast enough.

Jackson’s head snaps up, then turns my way.

I flick my eyes from his down to where his hand stalls its frantic movement. A trickle of pre-cum dribbles out of the tip. Without thinking, I lick my lips, wanting to taste him again.

“You sneaking a peek at your father thinking about you?” he asks, his voice rumbling across the void between us. He’s so close, but still so far away.

All I can manage is a nod. I’m so wet, there might be a puddle forming under me.

“You didn’t get enough earlier, did you?”

“No,” I reply with a shake of my head, remembering every long inch that he shoved down my throat earlier.

“Then you crawl over here like a good girl,” he demands. “Hands and knees. I want to see my daughter crawl to me.”

Chapter 4

Jackson

Ican’t even admit to myself how long my daughter’s been making my dick hard. This doe eyed girl is going to be my undoing.

Her plump little tits and lips are probably nothing compared to her pussy. I can’t stop thinking about it spready wide, waiting, that tight little hymen begging for its destruction.

Which, with the heavy hammer God blessed me with, is going to be total and likely painful.

It was somewhere after that curve of womanhood settled in that me and my dick took notice in a different way no matter howmuch I tried to deny it. If I really think about it, maybe it was her high school graduation pool party where her mother and I had our last knock down fight.

The only thing good about that day was Hallie. The idea that I had helped guide her to this milestone in her life was one thing.

But, then it was her getting out of that pool, soaking wet, bouncing to some boy band 90’s playlist she and her friends were blaring through my Bose speaker system so loud three of the snooty neighbors in that contrived McMansion subdivision her mother thought was the pinnacle of wealthy and success called the cops on us.

God, her tits were falling out the sides of those little wet triangles on her bikini. I nearly came in my shorts when she bent over and that slip of fabric covering her ass slid into the crevice of her pussy lips. That obscene sight has been burned into my memory ever since.

Abigail, her mother, was nowhere to be found. Probably off boinking one of the neighbors, but I didn’t give a shit about that. It kept her from coming to me for sex which for more than a year I’d refused. The idea of touching her had long made my stomach sour and my dick turtle up like an ice-cold bath. Hallie’s the only one I’ve wanted since.

And, Jesus, now I’m harder than I’ve ever been before because of the memory of Hallie’s sweet lips around my dick. I have afeeling she’s going to be a brat again just so she has an excuse to give me another apology.

Now, her eyes are on my dick again as I beat off like a fucking teenager with my first porn mag. She’s poised on her knees just like she was last night.

I lean back on the couch as I watch her crawl closer. My fist is around the base of my erection, holding it in a death grip to keep from spurting. The sight of my little girl in front of me, waiting to suck me off, is damn near too much.

“It looks like it hurts,” she says her tongue tracing her lips. When she shifts, my oversized shirt she’s wearing slips to show off her shoulder. And even though I can see it, knowing she isn’t wearing panties sends a pulse through my aching cock.

“What did you think was going to happen? You look like that… You’d made a hundred-year-old man on life support hard and don’t get me started on that dick sucking miracle of a mouth you have there, baby.”

She snickers, braced on her locked front arms, her ass in the air as balances that sinfully young body on her hands and knees. She admitted she was still a virgin and that didn’t fucking help the situation.

All I can think of is stuffing her full of me, seeing her blood streaked all over my thick cock as I turn her into my own personal barely legal whore.