Big Daddy

by Daisy Jane

grinding my cock against her thigh to make her moan. “God, I can’t wait to feel that thing inside me,” she breathes, clutching at old law briefs, grabbing at the desk as I increase the speed between her legs, working her over. “Oh shit,” she breathes, lifting her head to peer down at the sight, my thick fingers curling and delving, rubbing and fucking. “I’m close, Big Daddy, fuck, I’m so close.”

“Watch my feet, touch yourself, then tell me you don’t get it.”

“My feet make your cock so hard, don’t they, Big Daddy?” “I bet you wish this stapler was your aching dick, don’t you?” “You’d be so lucky to come on my feet. You wish, huh?” Her bratty mouth, her taunts, the fact I’ve been tasting her cunt all day—it’s too much. Reluctantly, I throw in the towel so I don’t blow in my pants. “I’m sorry,” I say, releasing my grip. “I was wrong to kink shame.”

I bat her hand away, making her giggle. “Don’t,” I warn. “I’ve had your pussy on my taste buds all day. I can’t take much more. And the first time you see me come isn’t going to be in my pants.” “That’s kinda hot,” she says, chewing her bottom lip as she studies the outline of my erection. “Not as hot as leaving every drop of my load deep inside you. Not as hot as you talking to fucking Dante while I’m leaking into your panties, into your little bed. Hmm? That’s hotter. And that’s what I want.” Slowly, she traces her lips with her tongue and says, “What about my mouth? You don’t want to come in my mouth?” Just as slowly as she licks her lips, she lowers to her knees and holds her mouth open wide. “Winnie,” I breathe, hesitant. I don’t know why I’m suddenly hesitant. It doesn’t make sense. “Afraid?” she asks, keeping her mouth wide after she asks. “Of what?” I ask, confused by my hesitancy, and thrown by her question. “Of liking it too much,” she says simply.

“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.

“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.”

“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,

She pops off my cock, and swallows my cum, making me groan.

“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.

I don’t get much time with my daughter anymore. That’s my fault, I own that. Who wants to be around an asshole?

With my forehead in my hands, I sit alone, something I do more often than even Brielle knows.

“So, you sleep with guys that are nice or you sleep with guys who just happen to be in the same apartment?” I wrinkle my nose. “No. I actually usually sleep with bad guys. That’s why I’m single. Bad guys don’t make good boyfriends.” After a hiccup, I try to explain. “I’m still waiting for a bad guy to fill my room with roses and tell me he loves me, then fuck me senseless, but alas, bad guys don’t do flowers and good guys don’t fuck dirty.”

I glance down to see the covers have shifted, and his hand rests directly on my body, halfway on my bare skin, halfway on my panties. Suddenly my vision clears as the holy hand sweeps away the fog. “Good morning,” Quincey greets. I jolt up in bed and look around. “Oh my god,” I breathe. “Am I alive? Oh my god, I’m alive. I’m either alive or you’re God.” A smirk. The first I’ve truly seen. Or maybe I’m dreaming it?

“Is this how you’d wake me up if I lived here? Hmm? Are you a morning grind roomie?”

“You know what else I found? Something that pissed me off more than an empty wallet?”

“Birth control.” My motions cease and my eyes lift from the place where I was watching his hand fuck me. “I practice safe sex. How can that be a bad thing?”

“You haven’t taken your pill since last week,” he grunts, his erection slipping past his hand, poking into my thigh like a steel pipe wrapped in fancy fabric. “You could get pregnant if you’re active,”

“Winnie,” he says, his eyes locked to mine, silently warning me. But I don’t care. I want this. I want it more than anything. I don’t know how to explain it. I have his zipper down and his pulsing erection in my hands within a second. His eyes hold mine as I align the head of his cock with my engorged pussy lips, and the pulsing in my clit intensifies as I stare up at him. “We can’t go back,” he says, giving me a chance to pull away. But I don’t want to leave this room without knowing what it feels like to have a man like Quincey Parker between my thighs, throbbing and pulsing inside of me. I lick my lips. “So fuck me already, Big Daddy.” With a feral groan, he slams inside me, making me hiss and jerk as I struggle to take his girth and length. He’s so much more than I’ve ever had, and my body feels the stress of his size. Yet through the streaks of pain and pulsing aches, I’ve never felt so good. So tingly. So hot. So desired.

“You want my cum, Winnie Collins?” he asks, the bed slamming against the wall with each savage plunge inside me. “Then earn it. Come for me, come for your Big Daddy,” he rasps just as my body seizes, my cunt tightens, and I come harder than I ever have in my life.

I open my eyes in time to catch the slit on his cock opening, a ribbon of pearly heat rocketing from him, painting my belly and bra. “Not yet,”

“Don’t believe me?” I let my legs fall open, and look down at my still pink, still swollen clit. “Watching you rocket cum all over me has me ready for round two.” Big Daddy groans, pulling the comforter over my bare body. “That fucking mouth of yours,” he says, smoothing a hand over his coif, restyling it with ease. “No round two. Round one was… foolish enough.” I stick out my bottom lip in a pout. “How was riding me deep and hard a mistake?”

“I have no business being with you.” The breath caught in my chest whooshes out, leaving me hollow, my eyes burning from unshed tears. “And yet,” he continues, slowly raising his eyes to mine. “You’re the only thing I want.”

“You make me hard. Not sneaking around. And if you weren’t my daughter’s best friend,” he says quietly, slowly closing the space between us until we’re nearly nose to nose. I suck on his thumb as he says, “my cum would be keeping you warm,” he says, placing his hand over my abdomen, applying gentle pressure. “And we’d never have to talk about you missing your pill again.”

She called me on the drive to work, but I couldn’t answer because I was too busy licking the inside of Big Daddy’s wrist to get him hard just to torture him. I had every intention of calling her back once I got to work, but I slipped into a wormhole of guilt. That shit happens when you’re banging your bestie's hot dad while working at his office and wearing clothes he bought you.

I spin back to face my computer, even though I’d rather look at Big Daddy. Still, he needs push back. All alpha males do or they get out of control.

“No?” I question. “I’m saying it’s over. You can’t say no.” The tie joins the cufflinks. “It’s not over.”

“I will be here tomorrow, as your secretary, and only your secretary.” I don’t give Big Daddy another glance. I can’t. I’ll break. Instead, I gather my things from my desk and walk toward the elevator, bewildered by how sad I am ending it. We aren’t in love. We just love arguing and fucking. It wasn’t that serious. So why the fuck am I crying?

Winnie’s going over my desk and giving me an answer as to why she’s paying this bill, or she’s gonna end up with a red ass and pussy full of my cum. Big Daddy’s upset.

“How could you embarrass me like that? I’m not yours, Quincey. We’re nothing! I just work at your desk!” My belt hits the floor with a thud. Her eyes fall to my groin as I work on the fly and button of my slacks. Her chest is rising and falling, but one hand slides to her collarbone, the other to her hip. She’s angry, but she needs me. She fucking needs me the exact same way I need her. I know it. I feel it. “I could say the same for you, couldn’t I?”

Fucking hell, she wants me as bad as I want her. She’s fighting as hard as I’m fighting. I don’t want to fight. I want to fuck and devour. I want to breed and own, goddamn it. “You make me insane, Winnie. I can’t stop thinking about you. You belong to me. Quit running. Quit disobeying.”

Before I can stop myself, my hand flies to her upper back and I shove her down on my papers, using my other hand to swat her hard. Her ass reddens and she floods the space with a raspy moan. I pull my cock from my fly and slip my fingers beneath the soft lace of her white thong, tugging it free from the crevasse of my personal goddamn heaven. “I didn’t disobey you,” she whimpers, her bravado slipping as her desperate need for me surfaces. I feel that same desperation, that same need. “We can’t be together, Big Daddy.”

“Goddamn it, baby, we can be together. We will be together.” One thrust and I’ve sunk every veiny inch into her tight cunt. She turns her head and I find her mouth, fusing ours together. Our tongues twist and our moans collide, my chest tight and hot, sending a flood of desire through my limbs. Not the need to come, but something else. Something deeper. “I’m gonna fill this pussy, I need to know my cum is soaking your panties while you’re sitting at that desk working. I need to know when you go home to that house full of boys that a man took care of you—I took care of you—and left you over-fucking-flowing.”

“Fuck me, Big Daddy, fuck me, please. I wanna know what it feels like to have a man’s cum inside me.” My fingers flex over her pulse, hammering in her throat as she whimpers, “Breed me, Big Daddy, make me your slut.”

“That’s right, baby, take Big Daddy’s cock, bounce that pretty little pussy on my dick. Take what’s yours.”

“Fill me up, fill me with your cum, Big Daddy. Make me yours forever, undeniably. Please, breed me. I need you to breed me, Daddy.”

A few feet between us, she stares at me. “What’s going on between us?” I shake my head, unable to put up a front. “I can’t quit you.”

Feelings. What happens between my ribs, that electric vibration that pierces my veins and infiltrates my brain. That undeniable pull to put a ring on her finger and have her by my side for the rest of my life. That’s what matters. Because I’ve only felt that one other time. Ever. “I understand why you think that’s true. But I don’t need to know your favorite color to know I want you.”

“I fucked you bare, Winnie.” “I’m on the pill.” I waste no time in telling her what’s what. “I don’t want you to be.”

“When my cock is buried inside you, I’m not just saying things that get me off. I’m telling you what I want when I fuck you, Winnie.”

“Fucking perfect tits, you know that, don’t you? These tits make men want to fuck raw, bareback. I see these perfect tits and these hard little nipples under that blouse and all I want to do is put you on your back and fill your womb with my seed, make you my fucking vessel. That’s what these tits do, they make me want to breed you, Winnie, and I will. I will breed your sweet little pussy and your beautiful, puckered little ass. For the rest of my fucking life. But right now, tell me what you’re keeping secret.” Another thrust of my fat cock against her round ass. “Big Daddy doesn’t do secrets. I’m going crazy here.”

“Move in with me, Winnie.” She folds her arms over her chest. “I already said no. And don’t you dare tell her what I told you.” Feeding my arms into my suit jacket, I slip my phone into my pocket. “You have a month to do it on your own. After that, I’m coming to that fucking dick-dump and taking you out.” I place an aggressive kiss on her lips. “I’ll call you later.”

I know is I feel different with Quincey. I want things I thought I’d never have. A family. A husband. A home. A career and kids.

I’m miserable. I’m still on my SSRI’s, too. But my misery is too strong for Lexapro tonight.

I didn’t grab the shirt I wore over. I accidentally grabbed one of Big Daddy’s shirts. WHARTON arches over my breasts and panic seizes me, stealing air from my lungs, replacing my blood with a stir of nerves in my veins. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. We were gonna tell her together. We were gonna wait. We were… fuck. “Oh my god,” Brielle breathes, staring at the worn college letters. “Big Daddy,” she says, repeating the nickname I gave her father in jest years ago. “I never meant for it to happen,” I hear myself saying, the edges of my vision darkening with my impending panic. My hands fly to my hair, then the edges of the t-shirt, yet my eyes are unmoving on my heartbroken friend. “You wore that here on purpose, to rub salt in the wound? That you didn’t just tell him my secrets but that you fucked him, too?”

“Just listen, okay? We’re going to do this sooner than we planned but it’s better this way, okay?” he says, his voice smooth and soft as I walk back to my car and climb inside. “I talked to Augustus. He and Lance are going to give us an opportunity tonight to explain things. After the ceremony, at dinner.”

I wish no one had to choose, but if someone does, I will. I’ll choose to leave, because I’m removable and they aren’t.

I love Big Daddy. I am in love with him. No two ways about it. And it is truly sad that I had to fall for someone as inconvenient as him. But I love her, too.

“What if you get tired of me and we did all of this for nothing? If you dump me in a few months, we’ll have put Brielle through⁠—” Big Daddy scoops me up, leaving me standing on my feet as he crashes his mouth against mine, backing me up into the wooden towel rack against the wall. “Tired of you? Tired of you?” he draws the second question out, smoothing a hand over my breast, sinking his fingers into my hip with his other. “Your smart mouth keeps me intrigued, and your big heart keeps me honest. You call me on my shit, you have dreams, you’re intelligent. Talented.” His lips dust mine as he slips his hand beneath my sweats, rubbing me over my panties. “You’re a fucking knockout, Winnie.”

His crown breaches my pussy, and a delicious burn tears through me as he sinks every last veiny inch inside. His moans blanket me, leaving me achy, covered in bumps and sweat. “This is not temporary,” he warns, pulling out and sinking in, thrusting tortuously slow as he reaches around, rubbing my clit. “This, baby, is forever. This clit,” he rasps, rubbing me in tight circles, driving me mad. “It belongs to me. You belong to me,” he groans, immediately pulling his cock out of me to spin me around. He falls to his knees. I sift my fingers through his hair and watch as he sucks my clit, groaning and moaning how good I taste and how hard he is. A moment later, I’m coming into his mouth as he eats me through my climax, stroking himself as I unravel. It’s hot. It’s the hottest thing ever. It’s so hot, we ignore the metal clink of Dante lowering the can of Diet Coke outside the bathroom door. Big Daddy, with my pussy still shining on his lips, sets me on the edge of the sink and spreads my thighs, sinking back inside me. His cock stretches me, flooding my hips with a delicious burn as my head falls back. I moan through the painfully erotic adjustment, begging myself not to come again so fast.

“These tits will feed my babies, this pussy will be where I put my aching dick every goddamn day,” he says, moving his mouth from my nipple to my lips, kissing me with fervor. “This mouth will take my cock, this mouth will take my cum, this mouth is mine, just like the rest of it, isn’t that right, Winnie? You’re mine? Say it… say you’re mine.” My head falls forward and I stare at his veiny cock plunging in and out of me, scrambling my thoughts, making my stomach clench and my core pulse. “Yes,” I moan, my second climax coming in hot. “I’m yours, Big Daddy. I’m yours.”