Page 77 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

"I want to see. You're everywhere." She moans, and her legs start to shake as I bottom out, balls slapping, tail wiggling.

"Come on Daddy's cock. Come, so I can fill this pussy up again." I drive deep, grind against her cervix, feel her walls start to pulse. "So full it's running down your legs while you walk around and go about your day. I want you dripping with me. Soon, I'll be dripping from here—"

I grab the base of the tail and shake it back and forth.

Her pussy clenches and my vision spots, and her legs give out as her orgasm takes hold.

I catch her, one arm banded around her waist as rhythmic contractions milk me, the tail brushing down my abdomen, and I'm dragged into the abyss with her. I bury myself deep, roar like a fucking monster and come so fucking hard.

The thought of planting more of my cum inside her soft, little body and watching it drip off after is such a fucking turn on. Fucking my daughter raw and dirty is my happy place.

She squirts and comes as I hold myself there, twitching and screaming for Daddy as my cock jerks inside her, filling her in long, hot pulses of love. My head is thrown back, my breath ragged, as I bellow loud enough the whole fucking block probably hears.

"God, so fucking good. Your Daddy loves you, baby, he loves you so much."

I make sure every last spurt is right up against her cervix.

"I love you, too," she mumbles as the last of her orgasm ebbs.

"You're making such a mess," I choke out as my own climax tightens the muscles down my back. I draw my slick fingers from her cunt, wrap them around her mouth, and shove them between her lips. "Clean my fingers."

I stay inside her, both of us panting as the slow drip of the mess we've made starts to seep from her body and down my balls.

She licks and sucks at my fingers as my heart rate settles. I run the backs of my fingers down her ass.

"You did so good, baby. I'm proud of you. Now I'm going to finish breakfast, and you need to eat."

I pull out, raising my foot to push my boxers the rest of the way down to the floor. She steps out of them without instruction as I turn and plate the eggs like nothing happened.

I drop my pants to the floor as well and leave them there, not wanting to stuff my still rock-hard length back into the stifling restriction of the fabric, knowing it's likely I'll be ten inches deep in her pussy again soon.

Less friction this way.

She sits down gingerly, not asking to remove the plug, and I pretend it's just another day.

After I've fed her, she slides off the kitchen chair next to me and drops to her knees on the kitchen tile.

She looks up at me and wraps her hand around my cock. The image hits me with the force of a strobe flash. Wren on her knees on my tile floor, morning light behind her, my half-hard cock in her fist.

She holds my gaze, and I nod.

"That's a good girl. Clean my cock with your mouth." She drags her tongue flat up the underside of my cock, and I slap my hand on the table, making the cutlery jump.

She takes me into her mouth, and all the thoughts of how nothing could feel better than being inside her pussy come into question.

She's messy and eager.

"More spit, baby. Nice and wet, like your pussy gets when it wants my cock."

She complies, with a soft sound of saliva gathering before she goes back to sucking. The rhythm isn't smooth, but her hand working the base in time with her mouth is perfection, and it's the hottest thing that's ever happened to me.

My daughter is sucking me off. Her cute little eager eyes flicking to mine for approval, which I give her with a pat on her head.

"You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, honey. Keep sucking, you are relaxing Daddy so good."

I thread my fingers through her hair. Feeling the bob of her head transmitted through my palm.

"Look at me."