Brat Attack (Billionaire Daddy 2)

What was I to do but to put my arm around her? I had to comfort her. She was my daughter for God's sake.

So I'm sitting there on the sofa with my arm around her. She cuddles up to me. Her wonderful tits just brushing up against me.

"What is it, honey?" I ask her.

She sniffs some. Then she looks at me with those big eyes of hers.

"Oh, Daddy," she whimpers. "I've broken up with Byron."

I had to roll my eyes at that. That preppy college nerd was utterly clueless. But she'd been seeing him for a while now. God knows why.

"I'm sorry to hear that Honeybun." I said. "What happened?"

Then my sweet daughter got all kind of quiet. You know, like she had something she wanted to say, but couldn't quite say it.

"You can tell me," I said. "I'm your daddy. And, besides, who else do you have to talk to?"

"Daddy," she whispered. "He wanted to fuck me!"

Two things happened. First, I nearly laughed. Second, my cock started getting hard. Damn it! How would you have felt with this hot babe all cuddled up to you? And talking about fucking, nonetheless?

"And you turned him down?" I said.

"Of course, Daddy," She said proudly.

I was hard as hell by now. Cynthia's eyes caught this. Whatever, I didn't feel like hiding it. But she went on looking into my eyes as if she hadn't even noticed!

"So why didn't you, you know, fuck him?" I asked.

"Oh, Daddy, I'm...you know..." She actually blushed a little.

"You mean you haven't...with anyone?" I asked.

"No, Daddy," she said. "I'm waiting to find the right person. I can't do it until I meet just the right person."

"I see." I said. "You're a smart girl. I'm proud of you."

Oh, she smiled so sweetly then. Then she laid her head right down on my chest as contentedly as a lamb.

"I love you, Daddy," she said.

"I love you, too, Honeybuns," I said.

And we were just like this for several moments. My cock was hard as hell. The bathrobe was rather thick. But it couldn't hide that hard on. The truth is my cock is as big as hell.

And it wasn't going to go away with my Honeybuns all cuddled up with me like that!

But here's the thing. My daughter kept looking at my hard-on. I mean not directly. She'd look at the TV for a few minutes. Then she'd glance at me. Then she'd look at my hard-on.

I just kept watching the financial news. But to tell the truth I wasn't really watching it at all. I was getting even harder! How could I not with my Honeybuns catching sneaky peaks at my hard on?

So then without her even looking at me, her hand just begins to creep. You know? First it's on my knee. Then it creeps up a little. And then she's actually moving it into the folds of my bathrobe.

I didn't move a muscle. I didn't say a thing. I didn't look at her at all. But next thing I know, her hand is creeping into my boxers!

Then her fingers crept around my cock. She started holding it. She started moving her hands up and down my shaft. The sensation was incredible!

I stayed as casual as possible. The last thing I needed to do was to spook the brat over her actions.