Page 69 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

She comes and drags me over with her.

"You're making Daddy come now. I want you to feel it when it spurts inside you. I've waited so long. So, fucking long."

Her pussy walls milk me at the root, her breasts swaying and hanging low as I pile drive every inch up against her womb.

"My daughter is the best fuck of my life." I roar and her orgasm re-doubles as her body sucks the cum from my balls.

My orgasm tears through me and I bury myself to the hilt and hold and the sound I make against the back of her neck isn't language. I spill inside her in shuddering waves, hips jerking, and she pushes back into me through every one, her body milking me, refusing to waste a drop, and the deliberate greed of it whites out my vision at the edges.

"You like Daddy coming inside you, don't you? You like knowing you do this to me. Daddy's coming now, he's coming inside you—"

My climax murders any rational thought that I have left. My little girl, my Wren is taking everything I have to give as I roar and curse turning us from what we were, into something else. Something primal and wrong and right and dark and light.

When I finally look down, my cum slides down her thigh and I stare at it longer than a sane man would.

I gather her against my chest still buried inside her forcing away the thoughts that this is wrong. That morality somehow comes into play here. She's fucking shaking and panting. I press my mouth between her shoulder blades and breathe her in and let myself have this for exactly as long as it lasts.

"Stay," I say. It means something different now.

She reaches down under her body and cups my balls with a soft squeeze. I fucking love this girl and I know, the outside world will come calling but right now, the fantasy is lost inside the reality and I'll turn heaven into hell to keep her with me. Forever.

Chapter 3

Iwake up with her grinding on me in her sleep.

We made it to my bed at some point.

I had her suck me clean, then I fucked her again on the floor bent in half like a little girl pretzel. I ate her pussy to ease the sting of my girth and the force with which I drove home the point that she was still my little girl, but now, that meant a lot more than it used to.

I carried her naked, her face tucked against my neck like she was hiding from the rest of her life to my bathroom first, explaining that she is to pee every time after sex.

As much as I loved fucking her bloody, I want my little girl healthy and I'll set up all the rules and guardrails necessary to make sure that happens.

She folded into my sheets and dropped unconscious after I cleaned up her battered baby maker with a warm cloth and a kiss to the forehead. I lay behind her stiff as rebar against the curve of her ass and didn't move. She needed sleep more than I needed to demolish what was left of my judgment.

And her sloppy, bloody, cum filled cunt.

Now it's Friday morning. Gray light leaks through the blinds, cutting her body into strips of shadow and skin. Her face is pressed to my chest, one leg hitched over my hip, and her bare pussy is painting a slick trail across my thigh. Slow, unconscious figure eights. Her breathing is shifting—deeper, lips parting, brow creasing, she's chasing that edge and I'm right here for it.

I should wake her up. Give her a chance to change her mind.

Instead, I slide my hand down her spine, over the bare curve of her ass, and hold her against me while she moves. The slickness of her on my thigh is obscene. Warm and getting warmer with every lazy roll of her hips. My cock is so hard against her stomach that my pulse is beating in it, and I can feel every unconscious shift of her body like a slow-motion study in want.

Her eyes drift open. I detect the slow recognition of where she is. What she's doing and a flush bleeds from her chest to her hairline.

Her hips stall.

"Don't stop on my account." I mumble against her hair, breathing her in.

She buries her face in my chest. "Oh my god."

I grip her ass and drag her tighter against my thigh. "You were close. Finish."

"Grant—"

"Ride it, baby. Just like that. I think we are way beyond embarrassment at this point. Give Daddy what he wants baby, that's your job now."

She rocks against my thigh, face hidden, dark hair sex messy and stuck to her cheeks. With small, desperate rolls of her hips, and I feel every slick pass of her pussy against my skin, the heat of her, the way her clit rolls on the hard muscle of my quad and her breath stutters every time it does.