5. Chapter 5
Two days go by like a fever dream, her legs tangled in mine under diner tables, our clothes marked with each other’s sweat from backseat fucks and shower steam.
The highway stretched out endless behind and before us. I delivered my load, in more ways than one, and now we’re free to do as we want for a couple days in this little Hallmark looking town by the ocean.
The rig is parked in a lot down away from the main street where the ocean smells of salt and secrets, and Mina insisted she wanted to get outside for some fresh air.
She tugs my hand toward a park like a child on a field trip, her other fist clutching my keys so tight her knuckles whiten.
People gawk at us crossing the lot, and I know what they see.
A leather-clad bear, being dragged away by a girl young enough to be his daughter, and legally dubious in that regard if I were to tell them the truth.
I grin wider each time she blushes, cheeks pink as the candy apple I bought her at a cute candy store just before closing last night.
She points at the sign at the park entrance, grinning as she bats her eyelashes.
“I’m ten, Daddy,” she insists, jumping onto the swings while I push her higher. Her laugh rings clear over the waves, all teeth and mischief as the metal chains creak. The sun paints streaks of gold through her hair, making it look like wildfire trapped in strands. “Or maybe… twelve?”
Fuck. It’s bad enough I’m bending her body in pretzels, fucking and sucking and making her filthy with me, I don’t need her thinking it was her underage body that called to me. I’m sick, but I’m not that guy.
“Eighteen’s perfectly fine, baby, but if you want to act little, go right ahead.
” I lean close enough for my breath to brush her ear as her pulse thrums under my palm.
She squirms just enough that the hem of her shirt rides up, revealing a sliver of hip still faintly pink from the mark I left last night.
“And if anyone tells you there’s something wrong with that, you just send them to Daddy. ”
“And you’ll put them straight?” Her wink’s pure challenge when she spins to face me mid-swing.
“Something like that,” I growl.
The swing arcs upward, Mina’s laughter a razor’s edge against the salt-tinged air. The yellow cotton skirt I picked out for her to wear flies up, exposing the additional choice I made to have her bare, no panties today.
From now on, Daddy always decides things like that for her, and she’s going to wait until I make her clothing choices, standing obediently naked as I decide.
She faces me, pumping her legs, arching in the air mid-swing, knees parting just enough to reveal the slit of pink heaven between them.
My fingers dig into her thighs as I push, then grab her by the waist as she comes back down, stopping her with a jolt, shoving my face into her neck, then dragging my mouth along her jawline.
She’s insatiable already. She wakes me in the night with her mouth on my cock or straddling my hard on, riding me or riding my face as I lap at her, even in my exhausted slumber.
“You’re soaked between your legs,” I rumble into her neck. “I can see it when you swing. See your little slit glinting in the sunlight.”
She giggles, the wind whipping her hair around, before I lock an arm around her waist, hauling her up as I position my ass on the swing seat, then pull her down facing me.
Her knees grip my waist, mouth on mine with all the hunger of someone who’s had me filling them three times today already.
Her legs clamp instinctively around me. The rusted chains groan as I spread her knees wider, my cock trapped between us, already straining to break free of denim.
The world narrows down to that heated wet spot quivering against my cock, the tang of salt from getting face fucked earlier still on her lips and tongue, and the creak of metal protesting our weight.
“Someone could see, Daddy,” she breathes again, but there’s no fear in it, just a tremor of excitement that matches the sway of the swing.
Her hands claw at my shirt buttons like she’s untangling vines, nails scraping down to my belt buckle. I push her little skirt up one-handed, the fabric bunching around her waist.
“You like that, don’t you, baby?” My free hand snakes down to tweak her clit until she whimpers, eyes rolling back in that way she does right before she squirts like a fire hose and cracks the sky open, calling for daddy.
“You liked the guys in the diner knowing you’re Daddy’s little girl.
You liked to think of the shower attendant jerking off over the sounds we made just down the hall.
You liked it when that trucker watched you suck me off the first night, didn’t you, baby? ”
The park’s empty except for a seagull squawking overhead… but I’m counting on the thrill of someone walking by just as she screams my name raw and wet against my shoulder.
My tongue licks the salt from her collarbone as I finally yank down my jeans enough for my cock to spring free, a thick knot of need that pulses when she wraps both hands around it. Her mouth parts on a gasp, eyes widening at its girth before darting toward the empty park path.
She nods. “I liked it, Daddy.”
“You like to be watched. Your pussy gets all juicy. You wanted the park today, but pretty soon, I’ll take you to a special place.
A place where I’ll show you off and make men sob they’re so fucking jealous a father gets to fuck his pretty little daughter.
I’m going to do things to you while they watch, and all they can do is imagine what it would be like to be me. Would you like that, baby?”
She blinks. Lips open as she searches my face then finally nods. “Yes…”
I shove her backwards arching her spine. The sun glints off sweat on her chest. “Lift your hips a little. Deep breath.” I position myself at that tight pink opening. “You’re gonna take all of this, baby?”
“P-please,” she whimpers, her voice too high to sound like the girl who sucked me off raw an hour ago in a diner bathroom. But I’m not moving yet, just pressing forward inch by slow inch, savoring how her cunt clamps down on me like a vise.
“Stop… it’s too big…” She punches little fists into my biceps, teeth biting red crescents into her lower lip as I breach deeper, deeper.
The swing tilts precariously, chains squealing their protest when she bucks against me, a delicious distraction that makes me grip her hips tighter until my knuckles whiten.
“Quiet,” I hiss, silencing her with a kiss as another gust tears through the park, tangling her golden hair.
She tastes like candy apples and desperation, every gasp swallowed by my mouth while I thrust harder into that scalding heat.
My balls slap against the swing seat as I force feed her my fat cock, the rhythm syncing to the swing’s creaks until it’s me grinding into her and the world disappearing beyond the edges.
“Look at you,” I groan against her ear, voice raw as I tweak her clit between two fingers.
She’s all juddering whimpers now, head thrown back so that sunlight glints off the tears streaking down her cheeks.
I can smell our lust. “Come for me, baby, right here where anyone could catch you screaming with your father’s cock inside you. ”
Her thighs tremble violently when she does, fingers clawing at my shoulders as I thrust my cock deeper into my beautiful daughter, chasing release until our bodies churn in staccato rhythm.
The swing nearly flips us backwards in our frenzy, but we’re too far gone to care.
All I know is how wet she is, and how loud her cries get with every plunge of my shaft.
“Shhh,” I growl when the seagulls overhead squawk like witnesses, biting her shoulder to leave another mark next to the others I can’t seem to stop making on her soft flesh. “This is just between us. You have to promise not to tell.”
Her nails rake down my chest in answer as she tightens around me again, milking every spasm of cum from my balls until I’m spent, empty but happier than I’ve ever been, lodged deep in my daughter’s wet pussy.