Property of Pops

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Are you trying to distract me from my initial question?” I angle my hips and readjust her to a place where she can rub that delicious little cunt up and down every inch of me, because apparently, I’m a masochist. She makes an eager sound and begins a low, sinful grind, her feet dangling two feet from the ground. “I asked about…” I’m already laboring to breathe. I asked about you being abandoned…”

“I know.” She brings her mouth close to mine, releasing a warm exhale across my lips. “I also know you’re asking because you want to explore whether or not I have daddy issues. Because of this.” She grinds faster. “Because of us.”

“Yes,” I manage, my balls pulsing with the unbearable weight of semen. My God, if this is how she rides me as a virgin, I can only imagine how she’d be with a little tutelage. Perfect. That’s what she would be. “Maybe I shouldn’t admit that. Maybe I shouldn’t be asking.”

She halts my words by laying her tongue against my mouth. Just laying it there and holding me in thrall. “I don’t want to lie.”

“Don’t.” I smack her ass and she whimpers beautifully. “Don’t you ever lie to me.”

“Yes, Walt.” She drags her tongue across the seam of my mouth, almost buckling my knees. “It was my father’s decision to give me up. So yes, I do have daddy issues, but…” She kisses me gently, her lips featherlight on mine. “I didn’t realize how deep they ran until I saw you. And I just wanted you to take me home and treat me like your little girl.”

“Jesus.” We’re panting against each other’s mouths. “You’re going to make me nut.”

She cuts off her own moan by biting her lip. “Maybe you have little girl issues.”

“I most certainly do not…” I trail off when I realize she might be onto something. Of course, I don’t have any bizarre or unhealthy attraction toward anyone in my family, but I do have a strong sense of regret over leaving them to grow up without a father because I was so laser focused on my work. Maybe there’s some part of me that sees Coco as my redemption. My second chance. And if these sexy bucks of her hips are any indication, she’s encouraging it. Me. She’s wordlessly begging me to join her in working out our perfectly corresponding issues with one another. “Do you like bubble baths?” I find myself blurting. God, I’m sweating.

I’m going to come. In my pants for the second time today.

“I’ve never had one,” she whispers, a purr beginning in the back of her throat when I back her up against the wall and start to hump her haphazardly, desperate, horny. “All my firsts are yours, if you want them.”

“Yes,” I exhale into the slope of her neck. “Of course, Daddy wants them, angel baby.”

A sob breaks past her lips, her head falling back. “Harder.”

I’m losing my resolve. My head. Once again, I’m dry fucking this twenty-one-year-old and I’m doing it in a place where anyone, including my son and granddaughter, could step out of the bar and see us. I can’t stop, though. Can’t take my eyes off her perfect cupid’s bow of a mouth, either. “I want my dick sucked,” I say roughly, pushing two fingers between her lips and she immediately starts drawing on them. So perfectly eager to learn. “Want it sucked by this mouth. Want to raw dog it to hell and leave it sloppy. Come back to my room and let me squeeze it down your throat.”

She cries out and starts to shake, her unexpected orgasm rolling the eyes back in her head, liquid warmth seeping through her panties and wetting the distended fly of my pants. “I don’t…I can’t wait long enough to make it,” she says choppily, sliding down the front of my body, her intentions clear. To give me a blow job right here on this patio where we could so easily get caught. I catch her by the elbows, stopping her from hitting the ground too hard and bruising her pretty knees. And then she’s hungrily freeing me from my zipper, taking my cock into her mouth and wrecking me for the duration of my life. In a split second, I’m wrecked.

It's obvious that she’s a beginner, but that doesn’t turn me off. On the contrary. The way she jerks me off out of rhythm with her mouth, because she’s so eager to please, undoes me. Completely. She looks up at me with her big, innocent eyes and I can’t stop my fingers from threading through her hair, holding her steady while I plow my cock to the start of her throat, holding her there and soaking it in, soaking it in, then pulling out to let this glorious creature breathe. “I’m not gentle, Coco. That’s not me. You get on your knees in front of Daddy, you get a rough mouthful of dick. Do you understand?”

She nods dutifully, excitement dancing in her eyes. “Yes.”

Dear God, she’s perfection.

She rubs her cheek against my hard cock, kissing the side reverently. “You would have taken care of me. You would have kept me and loved me.”

Shit. We’re quickly crossing the line into something beyond my experience and there’s nothing I can do to stop myself from pumping my inches into her questioning mouth, letting her feel the full size and strength of my need. “Feel that?” I work myself out and press in deeper on the next thrust. “I’d have cared for you a little too much, huh, angel baby?”

After that, she’s whimpering and sucking like the world will cease to exist in sixty seconds. She has found her pacing, her fists stroking up and down my aching wood, her teeth grazing me every so often, her mouth slurping me home to her throat. Then letting me in. Giving me freedom to hold her head still and fuck her.

Some voices approach from the beach, but there is no way in hell I’m putting the brakes on this moment with her, so I fist her hair and drag her back further into the privacy of the building and go hog wild on her young throat, in and out, sweating, pulling her hair, my hips going faster, faster. Harder. She welcomes it, her gaze fastened on mine, my balls slapping off her chin. “You don’t mind forfeiting a little oxygen for my pleasure, do you?” I say this while my cock is halfway down her throat, and she shakes her head. “Bet you’d love me to hold you down and choke you on my hotel room bed while I destroy that cherry. Wouldn’t you?”

Unbelievably, my questions seem to spur her into another climax. She sobs loudly around my erection, then reaches beneath her skirt to rub herself for two seconds, three, her thighs violently trembling, tits heaving while she soaks the front of her panties.

“Damn, you’re a little miracle,” I grunt, savoring the wet glide of her lips, the grip of her throat, until I can’t take it anymore. Hell, I’m surprised I lasted this long. “This is where it gets sloppy, angel. You’re about to have my seed splattered all over your cheeks. You want it?”

She moans around my cock in response.

“Of course, you want it. You’d let Daddy spray it anywhere, because you’re a good little girl.” My hands join hers in beating me off, the pressure rising, rising and finally exploding outward from my testicles. Teeth clenched, I fire off down the tunnel of her throat, gritting out, “Here you go. Take your medicine.”

I thought coming in my pants from humping this girl would be the best climax of my life, but my God, there’s nothing better than this, watching her attempt to swallow me whole, taking every drop like it’s her job. Maybe it is. Maybe it’s her job to trust me, give herself to me, body and soul. Maybe it’s my job to tend to this darling for the rest of my life. In this moment, while I’m unloading in her mouth, that’s how it feels, like everything in my past was leading to this. This attraction. This…bond.

Coco stretches my orgasm simply by swallowing and looking up at me for approval while she does it. She needs approval, so I give it to her, cupping the side of her face, stroking her hair back, listening to her purr in response. “Good girl. Sweet girl.”

She slumps back against the building, breathing like she’s been sprinting for miles, but her gaze is starting to dull, head lolling to the side. It’s almost like she has been strained from having this need to fulfill and no one to do it for her.

God help me, I can’t be the man for the job.

Can I?

When her eyes close completely, I zip myself up and scoop her up into my arms, starting off down the beach with her cuddled against my chest, fully aware that the protectiveness and ownership I feel for this girl is dangerous. And wondering if I’m even incapable of stopping my growing feelings for her from mowing me down.