3. Chapter 3
The cab of my rig hums like a live wire, dashboard lights cutting jagged shadows across the front seat.
I shift onto the bench cushion, groaning inwardly as my jeans strain against the growing ache between my legs.
The scent of her still clings to me, and it’s enough to unravel every thread of self-control.
Mina is asleep now on the bed behind me.
The overwhelming emotions of what happened between us got the better of her as I cleaned her face with my fingers.
She sucks the cream off like a good girl, then I pumped some up inside her tight channel explaining to her that even when a man’s seed doesn’t come out of his cock all up inside her, she can still get pregnant.
She looked shocked and scared, then kissed her and hummed against her hair until she passed out.
My dick is still out of control, and it’s either this or I take her virginity while she sleeps. And I want her fully conscious with her eyes on her father when I tear away her innocence her for the first time.
I yank down my zipper, doing battle with the stiff thickness until my cock springs free, hard as iron beneath the flickering glow of the dash.
An image of her bleeds into my mind: her hips arched beneath me earlier, that honeyed gasp when I licked that ring of flesh that is standing between me and my life’s purpose.
Breeding my daughter.
Christ, she’s tight enough to snap my dick in half. But, if she’s going to take the pain for me, the least I can do is the same.
I imagine it all. Fucking, sucking, filling her with my thick cream, her sitting on my face while I feast. So much to teach, so much to explore, and I’m going to be her first for everything.
And her fucking last, if I have my way.
Which I will. Nothing will come between us. I swear that to myself in the darkness, blotting out all distractions, any ethical, moral, or other reasons why my daughter and I will not take this new part of our relationship as far as it can go.
“Tell me how good it feels… tell Daddy,” I whisper in a low growl, playing out the fantasy to myself, my eyes rolling back as I conjure the image of her under me, legs open, cheeks tear-stained as I pump, pump, pump her full of me, tearing at that virgin resistance until I’m bloody deep, deep inside her teenage body.
I graze the bead of pre-cum at the tip of my cock with my thumb.
Her voice ghosts in my ears, high and breathless, remembering how she whispered please, her pussy so fucking needy and dripping when I made her come with my mouth.
The memory sparks a tremor through me, and I grip myself harder, imagining her hands around my shaft instead of mine.
I’m beating off like a prepubescent with his first boner, my mind blinded by the possibilities now laid out in front of me. On the road, no one will know our past relationship. I’ll just be the lucky bastard with the barely-legal sex doll in his passenger seat as we fuck our way across the country.
The movement makes fapping sounds faster, faster as I tug and work the hard flesh in frantic, violent movements, my face knotted in frustration that it’s not her.
My breathing turns heavy as another truck pulls in beside mine. Fucker has the whole lot to park in, and he has to be three feet from my rig.
Doesn’t matter, there’s nothing that’s going to stop me from easing the ache in my balls one more time before I get us back on the road. I’m not risking driving into some ditch because my eyes are crossed with lust.
A creak from behind me stalls my rhythm. My breath hitches.
I freeze, cock swollen in my fist.
I turn my head, already knowing what I will see, and there she is, leaning against the divider between cab and sleeper, hair a wild crown around her pale, naked shoulders, tits hanging braless and heavy now under the thin t-shirt.
The truck’s dash lights catch the curve of her hips, those damn little pink sleeping shorts she insists on wearing barely covering her ass.
Her lips part as our eyes lock. “Max?” She whispers, charged with something more than sleepiness or confusion. The way she tilts her head… like a predator testing its prey’s defenses.
I don’t take my hand away from my hard-on. Instead, I smirk, letting the light catch the sheen of sweat on my chest. “Ready for another lesson, baby?”
She blinks slowly. “What… what are you doing?”
It’s not an actual question. Her wide eyes track my fingers sliding over my cock. She’s testing the limits of our little game.
I lean back, spreading my legs wider to give her a clearer view. “Getting what I need, baby. Letting you sleep,” I say, voice rough as gravel. “You made Daddy very horny so he has to beat off to try to get some relief. I’ve been doing that for a while now thinking of you when I do it.”
Her cheeks flame pink beneath the dim light, but she doesn’t turn away. Instead, she inches forward, bare feet hitting the floor of the crowded space. The rig’s diesel engine thrums softly beneath us keeping the heat on inside, syncing with her uneven breaths as I watch her approach.
“You want to learn more, don’t you, baby?”
She hesitates, reaching out, fingers curling and uncurling in little fists.
“You want to know how to please a man?” My stomach tightens as I lean closer, catching a whiff of her sweetness and musk from our earlier tangled mess in the bed.
“You said that’s my job now. I think I need to learn, because…” She trails off, her hands worrying each other, tugging at her fingers as she drops her eyes to watch me work my length.
“Say it, baby.”
She flushes darker. Then, with a small sound between a squeak and a laugh, she drops to her knees before me, hands running up the tops of my thighs.
“I don’t like you not letting me join in, Daddy.” Her little voice cracks, and my heart speeds. Looks like she’s as possessive of me as I am of her.
“If you don’t do all the things I need, I’ll have to find someone who will, though, baby.” I shrug, guilt spasming around my throat, knowing I’m using blatant coercion to make sure I have her fully brainwashed and compliant.
It’s wrong, and I don’t give a fuck. I’d do some shady fucking shit to make sure she’s bound to me, not just in her body, but in her mind as well.
The scent of my fading cologne, mixed with sex and anticipation, hangs thick between us as I spread my legs wider.
The glow of the dashboard lights rings her golden hair with a shining halo, like some damned angel.
My angel, her lips parted in a shy, eager line, eyes locked on my cock as it twitches in my grip.
“Turn this way,” she says shakily as she wiggles in the space between the bucket seats of the cab. “I want to learn, Daddy, please.”
I do as she says, turning the captain’s chair around to give her full access.
“Look at you,” I groan when she reaches out and wraps her small fingers around me, tentative as she explores the flesh.
Her thumb brushes over the tip, slick now with pre-cum, and I swear the cab’s temperature spikes ten degrees.
“Nothing to be nervous about. Just… touch me like you saw me do when I came on your pretty little face.”
Her lashes flutter, long and dark, as she stares into my eyes for a long moment then glances out the window, brushing hair from her forehead. “Someone might see.”
“That’s true,” I admit, but as long as she’s mine, I’ll show off what no other man will ever have with a smile on my face.
Every jerk-off fantasy for too long has been of her squirming under me in that godforsaken truck bed, and if some other fuck gets an eyeful while I’m making all my fucking dirty dreams come true? Small price.
“Now move your hand faster. Yeah, like that.”
She obeys, cheeks turning ripe red as she tightens her grip. The first slide of her fist up my length sends a shudder through me, and I grab her by the hair, steadying her.
“Good girl,” I growl. She’s doing too well, and suddenly it’s all I can do to keep from taking her body and mounting it on my dick.
“I want to taste,” she mumbles, gaze locked on our joined hands.
“Not yet.” I chuckle at her eagerness. She wants fucking more. My horny daughter wants more of Daddy’s cock. “First things first. Watch me… You have to learn how I like to be touched first.”
I guide her fingers over my shaft again, tracing the ridge beneath the head. Holding her wrist, I move her hand up and down, up and down, watching the soft skin of my cock moving over the hardness beneath, balls jumping with every hard jerk.
“See this here?” I pause her hand just under the ridge of the crown. “That little spot where it sort of cuts upward? That’s a good spot. Then, when you go up and down, you squeeze and release a little, over and over. Then, when I’m getting close, you’ll move faster, right here…”
I work her hand under mine as she stares in rapt attention.
“Like this, Daddy?” she asks, taking over, her thumb pressing hard under my crown and nearly bringing me up off the seat.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Yes, you listed well. Now, you can kiss it.”
Her lips quirk. Christ, she looks so innocent with that smirk. And then she’s crouching lower until my tip brushes her lips. She hesitates, tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“Take it slow. Kiss that tip and lick that wet slit.” I heave a breath as she leans forward, lapping, then opening wider… and then the heat swallows me whole.
“Greedy whore,” I hiss as heart palpitations make me short of breath. “You know that’s who you are now, don’t you? Your father’s greedy little whore.”
The filth makes her hum around me, her head bobbing up and down instead of nodding.
“My cock is your happy place… suck it like a lollipop. Gotta get Daddy nice and sloppy and wet with your spit.”
She does just that, cheeks hollowing, tongue working, gagging a little. Jesus, her mouth is a velvet vice that steals air from my lungs before she pulls back with a pop, flushed and adorably breathless with a look of pride.
“I like it, Daddy. I like looking at you, knowing I’m the one making you feel good.”
I nod, pushing her head back down. “Enough fuckin’ talking. Suck it again, but harder.”
I thread my fingers into her hair as her mouth tightens down on me again.
Her rhythm is uneven, but feverish, like she can’t get enough.
The rig hums, engine vibrations syncing with my heartbeat as she works me faster now, deeper.
I rock with her movement, cock throbbing in her mouth when she gently grazes her teeth over the head before slipping lower to take all of me down her throat.
“Fuck… baby, you’re gonna make me come too soon,” I rasp, dragging her head back upward, breathless as her tongue flicks at that spot under crown. It’s too late. My balls are already heaving. “C’mon… swallow, Mina. Take it all. You did this, now you don’t waste any.”
She makes a sound of agreement as my climax takes hold, fever covering me as the rush of pleasure delivers my fucking soul into her mouth.
“That’s it,” I praise, holding her hair by the root, keeping my thickness lodged down her throat as she squirms and struggles. “There’s my good girl. Are you ready for your prize?”
Her cheeks dimple around me as she swallows, gurgling and gagging, deep and wet, her free hand cupping my balls before sliding back up to grip my hip. I groan, balls drawing tight against her palm.
She nods, and the movement is too much. A moment later, I’m spilling into the back of her throat with a roar that echoes off the truck walls.
Time and space collide as I nut down her throat. Gulping for air, head thrown back, roaring her name and seeing stars.
When the last spurts finish, I let go of her hair, she pulls away, panting but smiling.
Her lips are red, swollen and glistening, I yank her up onto my lap without thinking.
She straddles me as I lean back against the seat, still hard even after that blowjob, and kiss her fiercely, tasting myself on her tongue.
“Teach you more later,” I grunt against her lips, thumb brushing the peak of her nipple through her shirt.
She laughs softly. “I’m ready for more lessons, Daddy.”
“I need time to recover, baby,” I say, reaching for my phone as the route app dings, telling me I’m behind schedule.
Like I don’t fucking know that, but some things take precedence.
The storm’s passed. Dawn will be here soon, and I have a hundred miles to make up to stay on schedule.
“I promise Daddy will show you every damn trick I know before we hit that next truck stop. But right now, you go back to sleep, baby. You need your rest. Some of the lessons coming up are going to take a lot out of you. Kiss me like a big girl, then get back to bed.”
I put her back on her feet before I lost my focus and mount her on my dick.
I land a hard slap on her ass then shoot my eyes out the driver’s window as I spin in my chair back forward, catching the guy in the semi next to me looking over, the jerking movements of his shoulder telling me all I need to know.
A surge of pride swells my chest as I reach up, grab the back of Mina’s neck, and pull her down into a hard kiss.
When we break apart, her eyes flick to the window as well, and instead of shame, I see excitement in her green eyes.
“Was that man watching us, Daddy?” she asks, a smile taking her lips upward as she reaches down and laces her fingers through my hair.
“Yes, baby. He wants what I have, and I like showing it off. But no one will ever touch you but me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now, off to bed.” I land a hard slap on her ass and give her a soft shove back into the living quarters, then toss a look at the guy beating off next to me and chuckle.
It’s gonna be a hell of a ride.