Chapter 2
My heart starts to settle as I crouch down and get my hands on my girl.
“Baby.” I cup her face, my voice catching in my throat my pulse racing. “Look at Daddy.”
Her dark brown eyes are rimmed in red. Her cheeks have that pink flush she gets when she cries, and I can’t fucking breathe.
The ‘Marchetti Suite,’ as the chief referred to this room, looks more like a hotel than the inside of a police station.
The cinderblock walls are covered with thick navy-blue fabric hung from curtain rods at the ceiling. There are no fucking windows, which, for what I need to do in here right now, is perfect.
Even though I’ve taken to showing off my girl in a variety of positions since we started the new chapter of our alt-father-daughter relationship, now is not the time.
I need her safe, naked and stuffed full of Daddy meat.
My eyes devour her like I’m seeing her for the first time.
Jesus, she’s stunning.
Sitting there, legs crossed, toe wiggling like it does when she’s nervous. Dark hair a mess from fucking and sleep wild around her face. Her cheeks are plump like her lips. Her body a masterpiece of curves that look out of place on such a sweet, tiny girl.
She’s going to miss her organic chemistry exam today as well. She loves school and as much as I want her with me 24/7, I’ve allowed her to continue her classes with body guards tracking her every move when I can’t be with her of course.
After the cops dragged me out of bed naked, they were smart enough to turn around when I ordered them to so Sammi could get dressed.
She was still leaking my cum from her pussy from a good hard round of doggy a few hours before, and there was no time to clean her up, which turned out in my favor because she smells like me and all the fuckers around here know it somewhere in their lizard brains.
“Daddy.” Her bottom lip is on perma-pout, and Jesus, that look makes my dick so fucking hard.
The space also lacks those horrible fluorescent lights that are standard issue in the rest of this building.
There are two modern chrome lamps on glass end tables that flank a sofa-day bed combination, covered in pure white linens and pillows.
It looks so fucking out of place, knowing where we are, but the Marchetti pull is strong, and we take care of those who take care of us.
This is one of the perks of that arrangement. A tricked-out holding cell, and a conjugal room ready and waiting.
Her dark lashes dust the top of her lids. Those chocolate eyes that I’ve come to know so well over the years look to me for comfort and stability, and I’m going to give her both as well as a few soft, special Daddy kisses on her clit as soon as fucking possible.
The hard little points of her nipples poke out on her ‘Daddy’s Girl’ tank top. I bought it for her at the sex shop, along with a shopping bag full of other ‘Daddy’ emblazoned merch, including a solid gold choker, a butt plug, some temporary tattoos, and crotchless panties.
“What’s going on, Daddy? Are you going to jail? Am I in trouble? Did Mom do this? Is what we are doing illegal—”
She’s spiraling and I cut off her distress with a hard kiss, pushing up from my crouched position in front of her, breathing in her exhale as I push my tongue between her lips, groaning at the intoxicating flavor of my daughter.
Yeah, it’s sick, but I still think of her as my daughter. The mix of what we are together is such a drug, there’s no rehab or twelve-step program on the planet that could break my addiction to her.
When her breathing slows, and her body starts to soften, I drag my lips back from hers, standing over her, letting her eyes trail upward, then grabbing her wrist and pressing her hand on the front of my jeans.
“Daddy’s here. You did nothing wrong, you are not in trouble, and it’s all bullshit.
I will take care of it. You know I always do.
And this is your safe place.” I apply pressure to her flattened hand with mine, rubbing it up and down the firmness of my erection as she releases a long, worried breath.
“Mom’s really mad, isn’t she?” she asks, her eyes not on my crotch where our hands are moving together over my dick, but on my face, looking for reassurance.
That teasing little tank top she’s wearing paired with those pink little sleep shorts that hug her sweet curves like a Le Mans course are as sexy as any lingerie and her hand working my cock from the outside of my pants is not going to be enough. Not even close.
“Baby.” I lift my hand from hers, sweeping it up the soft skin of her arm as her eyes stay fixed on mine, and I tuck a strand of dark hair behind her ear.
“You do not worry about your mom. She’s got problems. I’m going to do what I can to help her, but my first priority is you, and helping her is only because I want to make sure she doesn’t upset my girl and the life we are building.
Until I get that settled, you focus on me, and school, and being happy. Okay?”
She tugs her bee-stung lips to the side on a nod. “I’ll try, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” I praise, and her eyes light up. Her fingers curl and squeeze my erection, then starts to trace little invisible designs along the hard length with the tips of her fingers, making cum shoot from the tip and the room go hazy around the edges.
She’s the sweetest and sexiest woman I’ve ever known.
She offers me that smile that’s a mixture of innocence and sin like she’s reading my mind.
“Are you hungry, baby?” A clock on the wall reads ten AM, and I have the sudden Daddy thought that she hasn’t eaten since the apple and peanut butter snack I fed her after fucking her unconscious at two AM.
I note the empty water bottle on the table and exhale in some relief that she’s at least hydrated. I rub my knuckles under my chin as she shakes her head in the negative.
“Ready to go home?” I try, as she starts to trace the letters of DADDY along the hard length of my shaft with her index finger, and I nearly blow my load right there.
She’s thinking the same thing I’m thinking, and she just is more perfect to me every day.
I cross my arms, giving her a stern look. “You need to always tell me everything, baby. What are you thinking about right now?”
“Dunno.” She shrugs with a shy smile. She’s a slut, this is true, for me only, but she’s still a little girl deep down, even though her driver’s license says she’s a grown woman. “Stuff.”
“Stuff?” I cock my brow, running my tongue along my teeth in mock seriousness. “You want me to perform a strip search? You want me to take you down to holding and lock you in a cell so you can be scared straight?”
I break into a rare smile as she giggles.
“Daddy, you’re silly.”
“Am I?” I reach down and grab her around the waist, hauling her up and mounting her on my hip like a toddler. I carry her to the makeshift day bed along the back wall and settle myself down first, before shifting her body so she’s straddling me.
As soon as my fingers touch bare skin, I’m fucking feral for her. You’d think I’d been locked up for a decade, because the way I want to fuck her right now is felonious.
I push my thumb between her lips. “Suck. Get that mouth warmed up.”
Her eyelashes flutter, but there’s a smile in them as she draws my digit into the soft warmth of a mouth I’ve come to know so fucking well.
I’m taken back to that first kiss.
Not the thousands of cheek and forehead ones from before we crossed the line.
I’m thinking of the one where I told her to be a big girl, that I was going to teach her things she needed to know, and then… I tasted her mouth with my tongue for the first time, and everything changed.
Big girl kisses.
“Take off your shirt,” I order as my eyes devour the little girl on my lap. “I need to see those beautiful tits.”
She sighs around my thumb. She loves when I praise and compliment her. I do it constantly, and it’s sincere.
Her nipples are pebbled under the thin tank as she pinches the hem and peels it up.
I withdraw my thumb from her lips, a glimmering line of saliva surviving for a moment before she drags the fabric through our connection and over her head, her messy hair moving through the neckline then settling in dark curls broken over the creamy flesh of her shoulders.
I lean forward, grabbing her hips and giving her nipples a tug with my teeth.
She hisses as I rock her pelvis over the raging hard-on standing up in my lap.
Her moan sends pleasure flooding through me as I work my mouth on her diamond-hard peak, her skin so fucking soft under my hands as they roam up her back, then down to cinch around her waist and rock us together, building, building the pressure and the friction until the wetness between her legs bleeds through my pants.
“God, Daddy.” She arches into my mouth, thrusting her chest forward. “My nipples just love your mouth.”
“That’s good, baby,” I mumble around the flesh, working from one side to the other. “I just need to give equal attention to both. You know how your tits get.”
She giggles at our inside joke.
“Yes, lefty gets sooooo mad if righty gets more attention. They are both so jealous of the other. I think you need to suck lefty a liiiiiiiiitle more, just in case. We don’t want to have a titty brawl break out and have to call the guards.”
Her soft laughter as I suck on my daughter’s flesh is a balm to my soul, but it also reminds me of how wrong what we have might look to the rest of the world.
Clearly, I give no fucks about that, because I’m grinding my dick into her heat, thinking of how sweet her milk will be once I plant a baby in her belly, and we get these tits functioning as nature intended.
The pressure in my balls grows as my hands work up and down her sides.
“Suck a little harder, Daddy. Please.”
Jesus, her innocent request drives me fucking crazy.
I draw down hard on her tight little peak, working our crotches together as I do, and she rewards me with a moan and a gush of wet heat through my jeans.
I pinch and roll the other nipple as I suck harder, drawing her taut flesh damn near down to my tonsils.
“Mmmmm,” she purrs as I work her back and forth, swapping my mouth and fingers to give equal attention to both sides.
Her hands loop around the back of my neck, little fingertips digging into the hard tendons as her sounds get louder, her hips rocking faster.
“God, your tits make me want to get a baby inside you. I’ll make you a milking machine at home and tell you to moo for Daddy.”
“New kink unlocked.” She giggles again. “What’s that called? It’s got a name—”
“Hucow,” I garble around the soft flesh, popping her nipple free and reaching up to grab the back of her neck, grinding our bodies together as I pull her lips down to mine in a hard kiss.
When I pull back, the look in her eyes turns me wild. “I need you, Daddy,” She whines, and I gather her tits in both hands, rolling the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, listening to her draw a sharp breath, but it’s different this time.
“Baby.” I inspect her face, then her tits. “Your tits are a little bigger, aren’t they? The nipples… Are they tender?”
The flesh is not just warm, it’s hot. Something is different.
My pulse kicks up as I cup the weight of each in my palms. They definitely are bigger.
Not by much, but I’ve memorized them, and there’s a change. The deep blue veins are more prominent as well.
She swallows and nods.
“I thought it was just all the attention you’ve been giving them. They were a little sore.”
“Oh, baby.” I rest my forehead onto hers, my cock throbbing like a fucking toothache as she softly grinds her warm sex over my erection.
I consider telling her she’s got my baby in her belly, but I let the idea sink in for me first.
“Have you noticed anything else?” I lift her from my lap and set her on her feet between my open knees. “We need to get you out of these shorts so Daddy can check something.”
She glances back at the door, worrying her lower lip. “What if someone comes in?”
There’s a hint of excitement mixed with fear in her question, and I love that my little girl is starting to enjoy being watched. But right now, I want her all to myself.
“No one is coming in until I tell them to, baby.” I tug her shorts down her curvy hips and drop them to the floor around her cute little feet with the yellow painted nails. “Step out. I need you to sit right here.”
I pat the mattress next to me and shift to my feet, taking her by the shoulders and guiding her into position.
“My pussy is very needy.” She pouts, and God, how I love what a slut she’s become for me. I’m horny as fuck for her, too, but I have to confirm something first. “She wants to gobble up all your cum.”
“I know, baby. And I’ll give you all the cum you need very soon.
Sit here.” I ease her naked body down, and I’m still speechless at the sight of my teenage daughter’s body.
Womanly, and yet so innocent. Such a fucking drug, and a miracle especially knowing that I’ve likely impregnated my little girl.
“Lean back, heels right here on the edge.” I work her body into position, her eyes tracking me the whole time.
I work her knees wide and see the slick arousal coating her soft little bare lips. “I’m wet down there. My clit is achy too.”
There’s hope in her eyes, and it kills me to not just fall to my knees and eat the sweetness out of her until she’s screaming and squirting, but instead, I take one sidestep to the cabinet on the wall that is filled with anything a Marchetti family member might need for a conjugal visit, including a few small bottles of lube and other assorted necessities.
“Pick a flavor.” I turn, holding up two bottles to my daughter. “Cherry or Peach.”
“Peach!” She bounces, her arms braced next to her, legs bent and spread wide, her ripe titties jiggling. “Are you going to put it in my bottom again, Daddy?”
Her eyes light up, and it takes all my willpower not to say yes and give her exactly that. I’ve filled her ass with my cock a few times already, and my girl is a full-on anal slut. She came so hard the last time, she passed out.
“Not right now, we’re doing something new.” I step back her way as the fantasy takes shape in my mind. I take one last glance at the open cabinet, and there on the top shelf, the chrome catches my eye.
I scoop up the metal and stuff the cuffs into my back pocket, along with the little set of keys from the back of the cabinet, then turn back to Sammi and step her way.