Page 30 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

I put her heels on the edge of the mattress. When I get them into the position I want, her knees drop to the sides. Her dripping, pink pussy is framed perfectly by her soft thighs.

“No need,” I rumble, massaging her hip. “Has Daddy ever hurt you baby?”

She shakes her head, her hair fanning out around her face. Her lips part as I walk my fingers up her hips. I stop at the edge of her borrowed shirt, grabbing onto it and waiting for her to speak.

“No,” she answers then tightens her lips into a thin line, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Never.”

“That’s right. Sometimes there will be a little pain,” I admit, “but I’ll always make sure it’s only when necessary. You’re mine, you know that right? Mine to do with as I please. No more bratty attitude though, or you’ll get punished again and that does hurt, doesn’t it?”

Her tits thrust upward, but I hold them down, forcing her to stay still “Yes, it hurt… But it also felt good. That’s probably wrongtoo, I just don’t know, I’m confused but it all feels good, and I feel ashamed.”

“Don’t you ever, ever feel ashamed of what you feel, baby. Especially about me and you,” I tell her. I kiss her forehead, as I continue, “Don’t feel ashamed of how I touch you, how that feels so good. That’s just natural. I know you better than almost anyone, why wouldn’t I be the one to know what feels good for you?”

I ease the fabric up then. My mouthwatering as I expose her tight little nipples. I nearly shoot my load when my eyes catch on the perfect mounds of creamy flesh.

Her voice cracks as she whimpers, “I’m so sorry I let mom cut us off.”

“Shhh,” I shush her, “we don’t need to talk about that, or your mom.”

Her lips tug downward in the corners, her eyes squeezing shut. She seems almost pained as she asks, “Did you know…what felt good for her too?”

There it is. The question I knew would come.

“Not like this. I never felt like this for her,” I say fiercely. “Only you have made me light up inside like a damn Christmas tree.”

She giggles and her body shakes. That was the right answer. That was what she needed to hear.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” I praise, the words making her glow. “Keep those eyes closed until I say, you understand?”

She nods and my cock brushes the inside of her thigh as I shift my hips. She moans at the contact. My fingers explore those perky tits like I’ve been dying to for so long. I roll a tight nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and she arches up into the touch.

“Oh God,” Hallie says as she jerks, her knees starting to shake.

She shudders as I give each nipple a pinch.

“They get hard and tight when they are happy. They like how I touch them,” I say, tweaking them a little harder. “They’re telling me that just like your pussy tells me it wants me to play with it when it gets all warm and sticky, did you know that? You don’t have to tell me you want Daddy to play with you. Your tits and your pussy do it for you. So, even if you say no, I know better.”

She’s too gone on the sensations to respond. What comes out is a broken moan. It’s breathy and desperate, needy. My step-daughter is the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

My love for her never wavered, but now? It’s overflowing making my heart studder and images of what we could be together race through my thoughts.

I groan, leaving the hem of my borrowed shirt up on her chest above her tits. Then, I drag my hands down her belly to the place I know she wants to be touched the most. I glide my fingertips along the crease where her thighs meet her pelvis. Her belly convulses, conveying her need without words.

“I know all about your body, baby.” I press the pad of my thumb over her clit, just holding it there, feeling how soaked she is. “You know this spot, don’t you?”

“Ah!” she whimpers, her back curving as I apply pressure to that little bundle of nerves. “Yes, but it’s never felt like this.”

“It will always feel better when I touch it,” The words claw up and out of my throat, giving her the guidance she needs. “It’s getting messier too. That’s your body telling me how much you like how it feels when I teach you these private, grown-up things. Things you can’t tell anyone about, do you hear me?”

Her lips fall open on a frantic nod, and her voice is stretched thin when she says, “It’s getting… achier. Like it just wants more and more. Like there’s something else it needs.”

“Oh, there is something else,” I smirk. “If you’re extra good, I’ll make sure your greedy little girl parts get it, but only when I say.”

“I promise, I’ll do whatever you say,” she nods, desperate for both approval and relief. Hher hips lift into my hand as I ease my middle finger into her tightness to the second knuckle.

“Good girl,” I say, showing her a bit of mercy and grinding my thumb on the hard little bud of her clit. “You want more, your body is greedy. Your pussy is greedy. It wants all those good feelings. But you know what it really wants?”

There’s a pause, and her eyes flutter open then close again just as quickly.