Page 55 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

I’m not the man she deserves. Not the man she should want.

But, I’m the only man she will ever have.

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Later, back in the truck, her fingers trail patterns over my chest under the blanket. The cab is quiet except for the buzz of distant traffic. She looks so small there in my lap, her lips red from fighting and kissing, cheeks still pink, and I want to burn this moment into my memory. My little girl, dripping with me and half-awake against me.

The distant thought that we need to get back on the road pokes at the back of my mind, but there’s nothing more important right now that this. Nothing more important than my horny, beautiful, cock drunk little girl.

“You’re shaking,” she mumbles sleepily, curling tighter against my side.

“Adrenaline, baby. I just came inside my daughter. I’m still processing.” She stiffens, then lets out that little laugh that sounds like wind chimes as she kisses the scar above my left eye, where I hit the windshield in an accident a few years back. “Everything’s different now.”

“How? You’ve been my dad since I was eight. I’m still the same, we’re still us. I just am all sticky and sore down there now because you took the time to teach me how to be a good girl just for you.”

I grip her hip and pull her flush against me, half-hard again at the thought of her so fucking innocent I should tell it this is wrong, we can’t be this but I’m not a man that cares aboutshould’s and the world’s judgement. “Baby, I love you. I just love you different now. I won’t lose you, either. You need to know that. I wasn’t always a good man, but I’ll never let you go. No matter what I have to do.”

I kiss the top of her head and hold her close. I need five more minutes of this before I get back on the road. More miles to make up. More country to cross.

But so long as I have Mina beside me, I’ll never know lonely again.

Chapter 5

Two days go by like a fever dream, her legs tangled in mine under diner tables, our clothes marked with each other’s sweat from backseat fucks and shower steam.

The highway stretched out endless behind and before us. I delivered my load, in more ways than one, and now we’re free to do as we want for a couple days in this little Hallmark looking town by the ocean.

The rig is parked in a lot down away from the main street where the ocean smells of salt and secrets, and Mina insisted she wanted to get outside for some fresh air.

She tugs my hand toward a park like a child on a field trip, her other fist clutching my keys so tight her knuckles whiten. People gawk at us crossing the lot, and I know what they see. A leather-clad bear, being dragged away by a girl young enough to be his daughter, and legally dubious in that regard if I were to tell them the truth. I grin wider each time she blushes, cheeks pink as the candy apple I bought her at a cute candy store just before closing last night.

She points at the sign at the park entrance, grinning as she bats her eyelashes.

“I’mten, Daddy,” she insists, jumping onto the swings while I push her higher. Her laugh rings clear over the waves, all teeth and mischief as the metal chains creak. The sun paints streaks of gold through her hair, making it look like wildfire trapped in strands. “Or maybe… twelve?”

Fuck. It’s bad enough I’m bending her body in pretzels, fucking and sucking and making her filthy with me, I don’t need her thinking it was her underage body that called to me. I’m sick, but I’m not that guy.

“Eighteen’s perfectly fine, baby, but if you want to act little, go right ahead.” I lean close enough for my breath to brush her ear as her pulse thrums under my palm. She squirms just enough that the hem of her shirt rides up, revealing a sliver of hip still faintly pink from the mark I left last night. “And if anyone tells you there’s something wrong with that, you just send them to Daddy.”

“And you’ll put them straight?” Her wink’s pure challenge when she spins to face me mid-swing.

“Something like that,” I growl.

The swing arcs upward, Mina’s laughter a razor’s edge against the salt-tinged air. The yellow cotton skirt I picked out for her to wear flies up, exposing the additional choice I made to have her bare, no panties today.

From now on, Daddy always decides things like that for her, and she’s going to wait until I make her clothing choices, standing obediently naked as I decide.

She faces me, pumping her legs, arching in the air mid-swing, knees parting just enough to reveal the slit of pink heaven between them. My fingers dig into her thighs as I push, then grab her by the waist as she comes back down, stopping her with a jolt, shoving my face into her neck, then dragging my mouth along her jawline.

She’s insatiable already. She wakes me in the night with her mouth on my cock or straddling my hard on, riding me or riding my face as I lap at her, even in my exhausted slumber.

“You’re soaked between your legs,” I rumble into her neck. “I can see it when you swing. See your little slit glinting in the sunlight.”

She giggles, the wind whipping her hair around, before I lock an arm around her waist, hauling her up as I position my ass on the swing seat, then pull her down facing me.

Her knees grip my waist, mouth on mine with all the hunger of someone who’s had me filling them three times today already.

Her legs clamp instinctively around me. The rusted chains groan as I spread her knees wider, my cock trapped between us, already straining to break free of denim. The world narrows down to that heated wet spot quivering against my cock, the tang of salt from getting face fucked earlier still on her lips and tongue, and the creak of metal protesting our weight.