Page 40 of Big Daddy

Our eyes hold, hers shiny and hopeful as she blinks up, her pink tongue jutted out, waiting for my cock.

I wrestle with reason for less than a second. We’re already doing something wrong. We’re already in trouble. We’re already walking a shitty tightrope.

I reach for my belt and whip it open and off, unzipping myself before looping the leather around the back of her neck. Her eyes widen.

“Kinky Daddy,” she says, reaching up to wrap her hands around the leather. I unzip and my boxers stand no chance as my cock juts out through the gap immediately, veiny and heavy, the shaft glistening from all the leaking.

“Holy hell,” Winnie breathes. I study her face as she takes in the sight of my naked cock for the second time. I watch with pride as her eyes grow hooded, her neck flushes with color, and her chest lifts with an anxious, anticipatory breath. “It’s even bigger…” She trails off, trying again. “You’re so big… Daddy,” she breathes, and without preamble, drops her mouth to my crown.

“Fuck!” I hiss, my head falling back as her soft lips slide down my shaft, inch by inch. She can’t take all of me, but she bobs on the portion she can. Nothing has ever felt so good. No other mouth, nothing. “Shit, Winnie,” I groan, tugging the belt to force feed her another few inches. Precum spills from me and I tugthe belt again, her throat tightening around my cockhead as she swallows.

“God, I wanna fuck you,” I tell her, jerking on the belt to keep her mouth bobbing, spit pooling on the floor beneath us. “I cannot wait to sink inside you, to fuck the brat out of you, to leave you sore and full of my load.”

She whimpers on my cock, her eyes fluttering open to find mine through the orgasmic haze. One slow flutter of her lashes and my stomach is knotting, my groin tightening, my balls on the brink of explosion.

“Can you swallow?” I ask, my voice husky as my climax runs full speed up my thighs.

Winnie nods on my cock, her hands still gripping the belt as I jerk her down on me. The base of my cock thrums as the first rope of release sprays the back of her throat. She gags on my dick, but stays on it, nodding as I spray another few shots into her mouth.

“Fuuuuck,” I draw out, watching my cock flex and twitch as I fill her mouth and throat. When I’ve emptied myself fully, she takes her hands off the belt, placing them on my thighs. She pops off my cock, and swallows my cum, making me groan.

Using her tongue, she licks remnants of me from the corner of her mouth and gets to her feet, retrieving her heels as I stuff my cock in my trousers.

My mind is reeling from everything, but I’m alert enough to realize she hasn’t spoken. I put my belt through my pants and catch her by the wrist as she makes her way to the office door.

“Hey, wait, what’s—are you okay?”

She shakes her head, but lifts her chin, masking something she’s not ready to share. “You have somewhere to be. And I should go.”

“Winnie,” I say, putting backbone into her name. “What’s wrong?”

“Us,” she says simply. “We’re what’s wrong. I don’t want to be cliché but I don’t want to be right. Not yet.”

I know exactly what she’s saying, so I nod, collecting her face in my hands. I bring my mouth to hers, kissing her slow and deep, not giving a single fuck if my cock was just lodged in her throat, if traces of my cum linger on her tongue.

She needs reassurance. That’s what matters.

I break the kiss and am relieved to find her expression a little less sad. “Come over tonight, later. I owe you.”

She shakes her head, reaching back for the door handle. “Enjoy your plans. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She takes a few steps out the door then turns, delivering me the bratty smirk I’ve grown to love. “And anyway, I have a vibrator. I can finish myself off.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I growl.

She wiggles her fingers at me in a seductive wave. “Have a good night, Mr. Parker.”

chapter fourteen

quincey

“You’ve been quiet,”Brielle says, taking the last bite on her plate. She’s just told me about how her assignment is going and even though my first instincts arestillto complain that she was assigned to a Crave & Cure director instead of a paramount film maker, I don’t.

I listen.

I have listened all of the dinner.

I’m surprised by how much more Brielle’s shared tonight.

“I’m trying something new,” I tell her, pushing the last few bites of food around on my plate. I’m full, but if our plates are empty, we’ll leave. And I don’t get much time with my daughter anymore. That’s my fault, I own that. Who wants to be around an asshole? Winnie’s words haunt me. I don’t know why. She certainly isn’t in the first hundred to call me that. But for whatever reason, she made me see it. Really see it.

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