Property of Pops

“What kind of sick thoughts?” She pulses violently around my dick, her wetness so abundant, I can hear it dripping into the sand. “If they make your pussy this slick, I want to hear all about them, angel baby.”

Vulnerability sparks in her expression. “I…never mind. I should wait—”

I capture her chin and tilt her face up to mine. “Don’t hold back anything from me.”

Her eyes flutter closed and she wets her lips. “I want you to take me out, to restaurants and shopping and treat me, speak to me like I’m your little girl. Your real one.”

The more she reveals this fantasy to me, the more my dick strains inside of her, ready to pop. As she speaks, she throbs around me, rides me with sharper and sharper snaps of her hips, as if she’s living through it mentally. Picturing us playing them out.

“And then?” I grunt, lifting my lower body roughly to meet every sexy pump of her hips. “Keep going, Coco,” I demand. “Don’t leave anything out.”

Her breaths turn shallow. Almost agitated. “Then I want you to take me home and keep pretending. Make me try on the clothes I bought and…get turned on even though you shouldn’t. I want you to be my real Daddy. And my boyfriend.”

“No,” I say abruptly, my gut rebelling.

For a moment, she’s stricken. At least until I say, “Your Daddy. And your husband, baby.”

Her cunt seizes up around me in climax, her sobs echoing inside the rock formation. She whines my name into my shoulder, her flesh rippling and sluicing wetness down my meat, her teeth sinking into my muscle. The sound of her juicy pussy taking me over and over and over has my teeth on edge, my shaft swelling up into a pillar of pain, sweat coating my chest.

“I want to come dirty. I want to come in you like a goddamn animal.”

Without another word, I spin her around in my lap and pounce forward, banging her on all fours with her knees buried in the sand. Out of the corner of my eye, I see our audience returning from the other side of the beach. I need to hide her away. I need to get her out of public sight, but my nut is so close and it’s going to be so unbelievably good that I can’t stop. I can’t. I can’t. So I wrap a hand around the front of her throat and fuck harder, reveling in the cries I can feel against my palm, she sheer tightness of her young pussy.

Through the glaze of lust, I watch the men stop and do an incredulous double take.

How this must look. Probably like I paid for it. Men my age don’t get tail this good—that’s what they’re thinking and hell, it’s the truth.

Only…I do. I have Coco. She’s mine. My everything.

I picture the scenario she described. In an apartment of our own in the city, her twirling around in the dresses I bought her. Pretending to do something illicit. That daydream alone is enough to pop me off, but then she starts to shudder again, another orgasm cresting and she screams “Daddy” through her teeth, pushing up her tight ass and burying her cheek in the sand.

And I lose it. I become the alpha, the conqueror.

I look those young bucks right in the eyes and witness the envy. I slap my little girl’s ass and plunge deep, growling as I come. Renewing my grip in her hair, I draw her head back so our audience can see her enraptured face. “Tell them your Daddy fills you up right. Tell them they don’t have a fucking chance.”

Her teeth are chattering as she repeats after me, gasping and working her hips back into my lap. When she gets to the part about them not having a chance, my semen blasts into her like cannon fire and I muffle my beastly grunts with her hair. It quickly becomes obvious that I have more than the average amount of spend to give and I knee her thighs further apart, grinding into her hot hole like a bastard. Spitting down between her ass cheeks just to get as much of my fluids on her, inside of her, that I can.

Finally, I finish. Pulling out and buttoning my cock back into my shorts. But I don’t get my task done, because she turns and climbs into my lap, head lolling drowsily, thawing that final layer of frost on my heart.

“I’ve got you, angel. I’ll care for you.”

Walking across the beach with my sleeping girl in my arms, I feel taller and more powerful than I have after any battle. But the feeling is undercut by the worry of what awaits us back at the hotel…