Page 48 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

And her fucking last, if I have my way.

Which I will. Nothing will come between us. I swear that to myself in the darkness, blotting out all distractions, any ethical, moral, or other reasons why my daughter and I will not take this new part of our relationship as far as it can go.

“Tell me how good it feels… tell Daddy,” I whisper in a low growl, playing out the fantasy to myself, my eyes rolling back as I conjure the image of her under me, legs open, cheeks tear-stained as I pump, pump, pump her full of me, tearing at that virgin resistance until I’m bloody deep, deep inside her teenage body.

I graze the bead of pre-cum at the tip of my cock with my thumb. Her voice ghosts in my ears, high and breathless, remembering how she whisperedplease, her pussy so fucking needy and dripping when I made her come with my mouth. The memory sparks a tremor through me, and I grip myself harder, imagining her hands around my shaft instead of mine.

I’m beating off like a prepubescent with his first boner, my mind blinded by the possibilities now laid out in front of me. On the road, no one will know our past relationship. I’ll just be the lucky bastard with the barely-legal sex doll in his passenger seat as we fuck our way across the country.

The movement makes fapping sounds faster, faster as I tug and work the hard flesh in frantic, violent movements, my face knotted in frustration that it’s not her.

My breathing turns heavy as another truck pulls in beside mine. Fucker has the whole lot to park in, and he has to be three feet from my rig.

Doesn’t matter, there’s nothing that’s going to stop me from easing the ache in my balls one more time before I get us back on the road. I’m not risking driving into some ditch because my eyes are crossed with lust.

A creak from behind me stalls my rhythm. My breath hitches.

I freeze, cock swollen in my fist.

I turn my head, already knowing what I will see, and there she is, leaning against the divider between cab and sleeper, hair a wild crown around her pale, naked shoulders, tits hanging braless and heavy now under the thin t-shirt. The truck’s dash lights catch the curve of her hips, those damn little pink sleeping shorts she insists on wearing barely covering her ass.

Her lips part as our eyes lock. “Max?” She whispers, charged with something more than sleepiness or confusion. The way she tilts her head… like a predator testing its prey’s defenses.

I don’t take my hand away from my hard-on. Instead, I smirk, letting the light catch the sheen of sweat on my chest. “Ready for another lesson, baby?”

She blinks slowly. “What… what are you doing?”

It’s not an actual question. Her wide eyes track my fingers sliding over my cock. She’s testing the limits of our little game.

I lean back, spreading my legs wider to give her a clearer view. “Getting what I need, baby. Letting you sleep,” I say, voice rough as gravel. “You made Daddy very horny so he has to beat off to try to get some relief. I’ve been doing that for a while now thinking of you when I do it.”

Her cheeks flame pink beneath the dim light, but she doesn’t turn away. Instead, she inches forward, bare feet hitting the floor of the crowded space. The rig’s diesel engine thrums softly beneath us keeping the heat on inside, syncing with her uneven breaths as I watch her approach.

“You want to learn more, don’t you, baby?”

She hesitates, reaching out, fingers curling and uncurling in little fists.

“You want to know how to please a man?” My stomach tightens as I lean closer, catching a whiff of her sweetness and musk from our earlier tangled mess in the bed.

“You said that’s my job now. I think I need to learn, because…” She trails off, her hands worrying each other, tugging at her fingers as she drops her eyes to watch me work my length.

“Say it, baby.”

She flushes darker. Then, with a small sound between a squeak and a laugh, she drops to her knees before me, hands running up the tops of my thighs.

“I don’t like you not letting me join in, Daddy.” Her little voice cracks, and my heart speeds. Looks like she’s as possessive of me as I am of her.

“If you don’t do all the things I need, I’ll have to find someone who will, though, baby.” I shrug, guilt spasming around my throat, knowing I’m using blatant coercion to make sure I have her fully brainwashed and compliant.

It’s wrong, and I don’t give a fuck. I’d do some shady fucking shit to make sure she’s bound to me, not just in her body, but in her mind as well.

The scent of my fading cologne, mixed with sex and anticipation, hangs thick between us as I spread my legs wider. The glow of the dashboard lights rings her golden hair with a shining halo, like some damned angel. My angel, her lips parted in a shy, eager line, eyes locked on my cock as it twitches in my grip.

“Turn this way,” she says shakily as she wiggles in the space between the bucket seats of the cab. “I want to learn, Daddy, please.”

I do as she says, turning the captain’s chair around to give her full access.

“Look at you,” I groan when she reaches out and wraps her small fingers around me, tentative as she explores the flesh. Her thumb brushes over the tip, slick now with pre-cum, and I swear the cab’s temperature spikes ten degrees. “Nothing to be nervous about. Just… touch me like you saw me do when I came on your pretty little face.”