Jackson #2
She doesn’t wait for an answer, throwing her leg over my thighs and pulling herself onto my lap. I can feel the heat of her core through the little thong I know she’s wearing. My cock stirs away.
In front of us, the kid who dared to look at my baby takes a step back. He can’t seem to take his eyes off of us, though. I don’t blame him.
“You need Daddy, little girl?” I say, low and directly in her ear.
She nods, shifting her hips forward. A little gasp escapes her lips as she feels my erection already straining against my pants. That only makes her grind down harder.
“That’s it,” I whisper in her ear. Then, I turn my gaze to the kid who’s still standing there watching us. I say, “She’s spoken for. Fucking beat it before I beat you.”
“I– Yes sir,” he stutters, nearly falling on his ass as he takes in the sight before him one last time.
My little girl is so focused on making herself feel good, that she doesn’t even realize he’s gone. I think the second she got on my lap, she forgot he was there. She’s so good, only focused on me.
But God, if she keeps going like this, I’m going to end up fucking her right here at the table.
“Hold on tight, baby,” I instruct her, grabbing onto her ass and picking her up as I stand.
“Where are we going, Daddy?” she asks, still rubbing herself against me, her face buried in my neck.
“Daddy needs to get inside that tight little pussy,” I say, practically growling as I storm through the diner straight into the storage room. As I close the door, I say, “And I don’t want anyone else to see what you look like when you’re cumming for Daddy.”
I press her back against the door, reaching between us to free my cock. It’s no use bothering with taking off our clothes. Both of us are too fucking desperate to waste any time. When my jeans are out of the way, I hook a finger into the thin fabric that separates me from that sweet little pussy.
“You’re soaking wet, baby,” I say as I rub my finger through her dripping folds. “Your body’s begging for Daddy to fuck you, isn’t it?”
She whines, throwing her head back against the door and exposing her perfect little throat. I track the way it moves. She swallows harshly, takes in deep, shuddering breaths.
“Let me hear you say it,” I groan, grabbing the base of my cock and rubbing it through her sweetness. “Tell Daddy what your body wants.”
“Want Daddy to fuck me!” she exclaims, her fingers scrambling to find purchase on my shoulders. “Please, Daddy. Please!”
“Good girl,” I praise, rewarding her by pushing the head of my dick into her center.
She stills, not breathing for a moment. Even though she can take me, my cock’s still massive. Every time I shove myself into her little girl parts, I’m stretching her to her absolute limit.
“Breathe, baby,” I say, plowing into her steadily until I’m about halfway sheathed. “Take it for Daddy. Be a good girl for me.”
“Sore,” she whimpers. Still, she grinds down against me, begging for more.
“Daddy’s going to make you feel so good,” I remind her before shoving the rest of the way inside.
She yelps, her tight pussy fluttering around the intrusion. She’s damn near strangling my cock. This girl makes me feel like a fucking god, bringing me right to the brink without having to do anything.
“So tight for Daddy,” I groan, pulling out while her lips try to keep me in place. I slam back in, making her gasp. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
“Mm, love you, Daddy,” she cries. “Makin’ me feel funny.”
I keep slamming into her, my pace so hard and brutal that the hinges of the door creak with my effort. She keeps mumbling, her pussy tightening around me rhythmically. Her climax is coming so fucking fast, and I’m right on her heels.
“Daddy’s the only one who can make you feel like this,” I say possessively, driving so deep into her I might as well be in her belly, in her chest. “Say it.”
“Only– Only you,” she manages to say, her voice growing higher and higher in pitch.
“Tell me who you belong to,” I say, my thrusts reaching a fever pitch, making her tits bounce obscenely beneath my shirt that she’s wearing. “Tell. Me.”
“Daddy!” she cries as I push her over the edge. “I’m Daddy’s!”
Wave after wave crashes into her, and when I feel her squirting all over me, soaking me all the way down to my shoes, that’s it for me.
I bury my thick cock deep inside her pulsing center, tucking it right up against her cervix.
Then, with a grunt, I spill right into it, pumping to push it up into her womb.
“Fuck,” I curse, filling her so full her stomach swells. “My little girl’s so good for me. Sucking all the cum from my balls.”
“Want it, Daddy,” she screams, another rush of her juices spilling, mixing with mine.
“You can have it whenever you want,” I say, giving one last final thrust, ensuring that I’ve given her everything I can. “And you’ll take it whenever I feel like giving it to you. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says, her body going limp as the last of her pleasure leaves her limbs.
“Good girl,” I reply, slowly lowering her to the floor.
When she’s steady on her feet, I adjust her panties and her skirt. As much as I’d like to see her walking around with that pretty ass out, that’s another sight that’s only for me. Once I’m satisfied with the way she looks, I tuck my cock back in my jeans.
“I got you all wet again,” she says, rubbing her fingers along my soaked thighs.
“That just means I made my little girl feel good,” I say, smoothing out her hair. “How about we take our meal to go?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says, letting me take her hand and lead her out.
I don’t care about the looks I get. I’m glad everyone can see how satisfied I keep my daughter. Our waitress is happy to box up our food, and after paying for our meal and leaving her a generous tip, I take Hallie out of here. After I feed her, I have plans for her.