Big Daddy

by Daisy Jane

Because thinking about your daughter’s best friend while you jerk off is deplorable.

Big Daddy saying my name makes my stomach do some sort of floppy thing.

But a smile quirks my lips as I drift off, because I got under his skin, and that, for today, feels like a win.

Maybe she’s on her period. Would she feel better if she had someone to fuck her good? To slip inside her warmth, to stroke her little clit and fuck her deep, fuck her so hard that her emotional tears turn to tears of need and desire as she begs me to let her come. I envision pulling my cock out of her, seeing her streaked on my shaft, reminding me she’s young, she bleeds, she’s fertile.

my mind flashing to a conjured-up image of Winnie on my bed, her legs spread, tiny white panties covering her apex, her curls strewn about. I’m tight, beware, she murmurs as my eyes snap to my desk shamefully.

I hate having a secret from Brielle. But Big Daddy’s heavy breaths flank the phone, and I find myself squirming in the plastic chair, crossing and uncrossing my legs. I want a secret with Big Daddy, as much as I don’t want to hurt Brielle.

was stupid anyway. I would never want to hurt Brielle. And my interest in him is purely physical. A good fuck with a hot older man isn’t worth my relationship with my bestie anyway.

She is too goddamn young. Still, I drive to my house with my hand on my cock, unable to stop myself.

“I want you to be my playground, Winnie. And I don’t want you taking those fucking photos for other men.”

“I’m the man whose cock is in your hand.”

“Don’t you fucking dare let go,”

I want Winnie. And I’m going to fucking have her. The fallout and consequences be damned.

“Stop being a bossy asshole and make me come, Big Daddy,”

I wish we'd never met. Because from this fucking moment on, I will not stop until Winnie Collins is mine. All fucking mine.

Big Daddy is a jerk. But he isn’t a jerk to me. And feminism aside, I’m pretty sure a big, sexy rich asshole who is an asshole to everyone but you is the damn dream.

I deserve the dream, damn it. It just so happens, my dream is being railed by my bestie’s daddy, and that’s gonna destroy shit between us. Brielle isn’t a very forgiving person… just like her father.

“You keep talking like I’m ancient. I’m forty-eight, you little brat. Do you know what forty-eight means?” I shake my head as he scatters light kisses along my jaw and down my neck. My pussy is screaming. “It means I’ve had thirty years to learn how to use my cock to make brats like you melt,”

“I’ll have you crying on my cock, Winnie, I’ll have you riding and bucking and screaming. And after, you’ll be on your knees, begging me to forgive you for ever calling me old.”

“You can’t call me Big Daddy at work.” She sighs. “Fine, Large Father.”

“I have no business being with you.”

“And yet,” he continues, slowly raising his eyes to mine. “You’re the only thing I want.”

“You paid that therapy bill. That’s my job. That’s my job to take care of you,”

“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.”

“You’re a fucking knockout, Winnie.”

“I’m gonna marry you, Winnie. I’m gonna fuck you til you’re pregnant, and you’re gonna be pregnant a lot because I’ll never tire of breeding you, my beautiful, perfect fucking queen. My soul mate. My altar.”

“You’re going to look beautiful surrounded by red roses as you’re coming on my cock and crying out my name. I have to see that. It’s too beautiful to pass up.”