Page 72 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

I play with her cunt as I lick and suck, using my fingertips to spread her, stroke her, apply pressure. When she arches, I press a thumb against her asshole and hear the moan of shock as she flinches away, then slowly grinds, exploring the sensation that set her off so well last night. The sound of her makes my cock jerk as I cum down my pants, hot and sticky against my thigh.

"Grant—I can't—"

"Daddy." I correct, pressing my tongue back against her clit. I pump my fingers in and out of her opening while my tongue traces lazy circles. She's shaking so hard the platform creaks. I come up for a quick breath. "You call me Daddy, baby bird. I'm so fucking proud of you."

I go back to devouring her cunt, focusing on that hotbed of nerves with my tongue until I sense her body stiffen and she's holding her breath.

Her hands fist in my hair so hard my scalp burns. "Daddy!"

I reach for the camera with one hand, still flicking and lapping at her clit while I press her hip flat with the other. "Hold still."

I take the shot. My mouth on her pussy, glistening with her release.

Fumbling with the camera, I force her legs back to spread her ass, and lap that tight hole with my searching tongue.

Click. Click. Click.

I have no idea how the shots are coming out. I can't concentrate on finding the right angle when I'm eating her ass. But the thought of having this moment preserved, of flicking through these images of my daughter's ass spread wide for my tongue anytime I need to jerk off, has me growling like a fucking animal.

She comes from the naughty ass play clenching and gasping as a stream of liquid perfection is squeezed out of her. It rolls down my nose as my own cum shoots down my leg. It dribbles and drips down to her ass and over my tongue as I ease back, stuff myfingers into her pulsing heat, gathering up her sweet honey, then pull them out and lick each one clean.

I press my mouth to her inner thigh, moving my lips against the perfect, smooth flesh. I kiss the trembling skin, taste the salt of her sweat, and then drag my lips back to her pussy.

She comes a second time, writhing and gasping for air.

"Daddy!" She's shaking. Panting. Her thighs are still quivering around my head. "I need you inside me."

"Ask properly, baby girl. Good daughters know how to ask Daddy for what they want."

"Please, Daddy..." Her voice is stripped raw. Thin and desperate and nothing like the careful girl who clutched a towel on my stool an hour ago. "I need Daddy's cock. Please."

I strip. Shirt over my head, jeans shoved down. My cock bobs in the air, red and swollen and already sticky with cum. Her eyes drop to it as she licks her lips and gulps air.

But I don't give it to her. Not yet.

I drag her to the edge of the platform and step between her legs. Take my cock in my hand and draw the head through her folds. Parting her, sliding through the slick mess I've made of her.

"Daddy—"

"Shhh, baby," I growl. "Daddy's going to give you exactly what you want, but you need to be a good little girl. Good girls get treats."

I circle her clit with the head, watching her eyes unfocus, her lips part, the flush that crawls down her chest.

She reaches for me. I catch her wrist.

"Hands behind your back, baby bird. You don't take. You receive."

She obeys. Wrists crossed behind her, back arched, breasts pushed forward, spread open under the soft lights. The trust in that posture hits me somewhere behind the sternum.

I press the head of my cock against her entrance. Just the tip. Just enough to stretch her open.

She whimpers and tries to push her pulsing opening onto me, but instead of getting more cock, I draw back and land a hard smack to the side of her breast. Then the other.

"Greedy girl. You're still trying to take." She hisses as I spend a few more smacks on her tits, fucking mesmerized at how they shake and settle. "Be still." I press in again. One inch. Her pussy grips just the head, and I watch it disappear into her body as her neck arches back, exposing the thick veins in her throat. She stretches around me, her slick flesh swallowing the broad tip like she was made to take me as she moans, and the scent of her fills the air.

"Look at that." My voice scrapes up my throat as my insides wrestle as I stare at the place where her body accepts me inside. "Look how your little girl cunt is trying to pull Daddy's fat cock inside. I can't wait to show you how pretty this pussy looks, stretched around me."

One more shot. She needs to see this.