Jackson
“I’ll be back in a few hours baby,” I murmur, looking down into those big eyes. Tears streak down her cheeks as I hold her by the hair. Her jaw is unhinged, and my cock is down her throat, keeping her from taking in oxygen. “You look so pretty sucking Daddy’s cock. So. Pretty.”
She garbles and saliva drips from her chin onto her chest as I use her mouth like a pretty little fuck hole.
“You do a good job keeping me happy,” I praise, gritting my teeth as her eyes roll back in her head. “Daddy just needs to get off before work. Swallow, baby. Swallow.”
I blow my load down her throat. I’m so deep in her mouth that I feel her tonsils around the tip as my chest and my balls give up every drop left.
“Fucking you all night wasn’t enough,” I admit the raw truth, still holding myself there, cutting off her airway. “I make so much sticky seed for you. You inspire me.”
Her little hands settle on the fronts of my thighs as I ease out of her mouth. Her lips swollen are stretched just like her pussy. The sight is fucking obscene.
“You taste yummy,” she says, smiling up at me.
God, such a beautiful mess on her knees for me. I shove my dick back inside my pants and zip up as I memorize the image. I’ll never get tired of it.
“So do you princess. Like candy.” I reach down and cup her warm cheek.
“Now, you should nap. I left out water and some vitamins for you in the kitchen. You drink the whole bottle and take them, understand? All this fucking and sucking will deplete you. I want my baby healthy and ready to fuck whenever I want.”
When she nods, I check my watch. Fuck, I’m late.
I didn’t sleep at all, her body too tempting laying next to me. I lost track of how many times I came inside her before she passed out. Then, I used her little body while she was unconscious.
I’m a bastard, what can I say. She’s turned me feral.
“I’ll be home by dinner, baby,” I assure her. “Get some rest. I have some meetings but when I get home, I’m going to lick that cute little asshole of yours, get it ready to take my thick cock someday.”
Her smile reminds me of all the happy times we had when she was little. Am I a sick fuck for thinking of that now that she’s grown up and I just filled her little tummy with so much cum it’s leaking out of her with every step?
I shrug as I work my way to the door. It doesn’t matter if other people think it’s fucked up. She’s my little girl, and she’s happy with her Daddy.
“I love you princess,” I say as I open the door. “I’ve always loved you, you know that right? I just love you different now.”
With a quick look over my shoulder, I see her put her hands together like she’s praying. Her little body is covered in my marks, but she looks as happy as she ever did blowing the candles out on the birthday cakes I always bought for her because her mother never learned how to bake.
“I love you too, Daddy,” she whispers reverently.
“Good girl. I’ll see you later.”
***
“Set up the alpha crew for Friday at ten pm. That singer will need the best of the best around her. Her fans are fucking out of control.”
I’m in the last meeting of the day, thank fuck. All I can think about getting is home and ramming my dick into my daughter. My little girl needs to be stuffed full of my cum again.
I wrap up the last questions for the entertainment security crew for the weekend and head back to my office. I’m going to clear my calendar for the rest of the week. My little princess deserves a trip to wherever her heart desires, and I’m going to take her there.
Before I reach the door, my phone buzzes in my jeans. It’s a ringtone that I haven’t heard in over a year.
A low groan rips from my throat, my muscles in my neck cramping. I don’t even need to look at the caller ID to know whatever she has to say is going to give me a fucking headache.
“This can’t be good,” I say, reaching into my back pocket.
I draw out the phone and see the image of my ex-wife screaming on the screen. It’s the only photo I kept of her.
“What?” I bark into the device, leaning against the wall outside my office door. My admin assistant’s desk is empty.
“Hallie left school!” Abigail screams into the phone.
“What do you want?” I ask, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“Don’t you care?” my ex-wife screeches. “She’s your daughter too!”
“Oh, now she’s my daughter? You’re the one that cut her off from me. Told her to never contact me. you have any idea how much I missed her? I fucking raised her!”
My vitriol boils over. It’s almost as strong as the taste of Hallie’s cunt still lingering on my lips.
“I—I was just mad,” her mother stutters, and I can’t stop myself from rolling my eyes as I bite back the string of curse words I want to release.
Instead, I let her dump on me for the next minute. She tells me all the bullshit that she’s been going through, how Hallie left school and she needs help. Then, the whole point of the call finally reveals itself.
“I need some money. Like twenty-grand. For Hallie. She’s at the house, but she needs help Jackson. Help that’s going to cost a lot of money and she can’t have any contact with anyone for at least ninety days. Just, I need that money—”
I consider the hundred ways I could shut this down. I could tell her what a bitch she is or that I know for a fucking fact Hallie isn’t at her house. I decide that it’ll upset her more if I just hit the red button on the screen of my phone. Then, after I end the call, I block the bitch.
She won’t be bothering me or Hallie ever again. I’ll make sure of that.
I’m shaking my head, trying to get rid of the shitty feelings that that woman always inspires in me when my admin assistant comes around the corner. She seems surprised to see me, but smiles anyway.
“Oh, Mr. Warner, you’re out of your meeting early. Hallie’s here, she’s in your office waiting I didn’t think you’d mind, I know how much she means to you, I was so pleased to see her—”
I turn and tear through the door of my office without a word. I lock it behind me, the click echoing in the room.
“Hallie?” I scan the clean, black and chrome space that serves as a testament to my position here as the security company’s founder.
“Hi Daddy,” Hallie sing-songs as she comes out from my private bathroom.
She’s wearing one of my white shirts and a denim skirt. God, she’s fucking adorable.
“Baby, what are you doing here?” I growl, crossing the room and cradling her cheek in my palm. “How did you get here?”
She shrugs, her lips twisting to the side. Shyly, she admits, “I found some cash in the nightstand and I booked an uber from your laptop. I missed you. I felt like—”
Her eyes drop, lips rubbing together. I know her well enough to read her signals.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I don’t like the sadness in her eyes. I furrow my brow as I urge her gaze back up to me.
“I felt like you might be hiding me. Like, will we always have to hide what we are? Is that why you told me to stay at home?”
I scoff before saying, “No baby, I told you to stay home because I’ve been fucking you unconscious for a good forty-hours and you need rest. And, I needed to straighten out some things here so I could take some time off.”
“Really?” she exclaims, excitement sparkling in her eyes.
“Yes, baby,” I smirk, kissing her forehead. “Really.”
“Then, will you take me out?” she says with a soft giggle. “I’ve missed you so much. But, it’s more than… you know what we’ve been doing at home. I miss the old us. The stuff we did. The places you took me.”
She’s right. We were so fucking close. I enjoyed every goddamn thing we did together and as much as keeping her at home as my personal fuck doll is appealing, I don’t want her ot feel like a dirty little secret.
“Where do you want to go, baby?” I say, caressing her cheekbones. “Anywhere. You name it.”
Hallie hums, scrunching her nose. Then, she says, “I want to go to a diner like we used to.”
“Burgers, fries, and a hot fudge sundae,” I say, reciting her old order.
“You remember?” she asks, playing with the hem of her skirt.
“Of course, Daddy remembers, baby,” I say, grabbing her hand and threading my fingers with hers. “If you want Daddy to take you to a diner, he will.”
As soon as she nods, I tug her toward the door. She giggles, half-jogging to keep up with my quick pace. We pass my assistant on our way out of the office. I think she knows to tell anyone else that asks that I’m out of the office for the rest of the day.
There’s a diner just around the corner from this place. Every time I pass, I think about the way I used to take her one just like this. Honestly, I’m not surprised this is where she wanted to go.
When we get inside, I take her to a table at the back of the restaurant. It’s not that I’m ashamed of her, I’m proud to have my little girl. I just don’t trust myself not to finger her under the table. I doubt my little girl would be very happy if I got us kicked out.
“Daddy will order for you,” I say as I pull out the chair closest to the wall for her.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she says brightly, smiling up at me like she’s the luckiest person in the world.
Doesn’t she understand that she’s made me the luckiest man?
As I settle in next to her, our waitress approaches. Our orders roll off of my tongue easily, and when we’re alone, I put my hand on her thigh, squeezing.
“Daddy,” she whispers, her big eyes wide.
“What is it, baby?” I ask, leaning in closer as I walk my fingers up to her little girl parts.
“I–” she begins, but we’re cut off by the arrival of someone.
“Sorry, sir,” the man, no… he’s a boy, says. “I was just wondering if I could take a minute of your daughter’s time.”
He’s looking her up and down, and I can tell this kid isn’t the least bit sorry. The possessive beast inside me claws its way through my chest. I’m all fire and rage, ready to tear him apart for even looking at my little girl.
“Daddy,” Hallie says before I have the chance to do anything rash. “Hold me.”