His Baby Girl by Rosa Mink
Chapter 5
Clint
Fuck, wanting her and having her can’t even compare. I should feel like an absolute bastard for doing this, claiming her this way, but I don’t. Not even knowing that she was a virgin as I’d thought. Considering that she and Kyle broke up because he kept pushing her to sleep with him, I was certain she was.
But knowing it, claiming that part of her…not even going to apologize for it.
I’ve had a soft spot for her since Jenna first brought her by the house. She wasn’t like my daughter’s usual friends. There was a vulnerability to her that most of them didn’t have. Now, I understand it if she was in foster care. Knowing she didn’t have a real home pisses me off.
Who the hell could abandon my girl? Why? What sort of fucked up person wouldn’t love her?
Since the day Mel showed up when I was working on Jenna’s car while she was out shopping with mine, I’ve wanted her. I knew how I felt about her wasn’t right but suddenly, I couldn’t see her as just Jenna’s friend any longer.
When she told me it was her birthday, it all flooded me just how fucked I was. Shit, I was already fighting to stop thinking about her as the woman I suddenly had seen her as. It was a losing battle once I’d seen her ass in those cut-off shorts, then heard her stomach rumble while were in the house.
The fact that she was hungry…it made me want to take care of her in every way possible. Add on that it was her birthday and she admitted she didn’t have any plans with anyone, and I couldn’t stop myself from doing just that. I wanted to spoil her, claim her right then and there as my dick grew rock solid, but I didn’t.
I’ve waited ten months for this. Figured I was respecting her parents by not stealing her away as mine on her birthday. Now…I fucking should have just thrown her over my shoulder and made her mine that day. Then I could have taken care of her these last ten months.
The second the word daddy slipped out of her mouth it unleashed every primal beast instinct inside me. I’d dreamt of her begging for daddy’s cock before but hearing it unprompted from her…shows that she’s truly mine.
Her tight pussy is still wrapped around me, but for this moment, my cock is drained. It feels too good to pull out of her wet warmth. Even just half-hard, she clings to me.
The ragged little breaths coming from her pull my attention off how good she feels, to making sure she feels good. I lift her chin, finding those little grey gems, the pleasure mingling with the heat soothing my soul. “You okay, baby girl? You need daddy to move so you can catch your breath?”
“No, don’t move,” she says, a little breathy still.
“Mel, I need to know if this is good breathless or bad breathless,” I state, making her smile.
“Good, so good, daddy. I promise, I’d never lie if it weren’t,” she adds when I can’t stop staring at her. “Asthma attacks make me wheeze; I can get air in but not out.”
“Can’t have anything taking you from me, baby girl. Took too fucking long to find you, to be able to make you mine. Can’t lose you now.” A little smile hits her lips, her eyes shutting as she rests her head against my chest.
“I don’t want to go anywhere either,” she says, her breathing easing, softening as I stroke her back. I turn us so she’s laying on top of me, her legs straddling my hips, still inside her and tug up the sheet.
“Sleep for now baby girl. I can’t guarantee I’ll let you for long,” I warn, brushing my lips against her forehead.
I drop back to sleep once she’s out, holding tight to her.
Sun streams in through the blinds when I wake, my hard cock half inside her still. One shallow thrust and I’d be buried entirely in her once more.
My eyes flow to the mirror across from the bed and I slide the sheet off her, loving that she’s still sound asleep on my chest. Her pussy is stretched wide around my cock and seeing it buried inside her makes me even harder.
I slide her down me further, pulling a hum from her throat, and a groan from mine. My eyes stay on the mirror as I pump my hips, watching my cock disappear into her, bringing me to the edge quickly.
“Daddy?” Mel’s soft little voice makes my cock swell more and she lets out a low hum again. It sounds like a mix of pleasure and pain, and I know I’m definitely a bastard because I enjoy it.
“You can’t expect daddy to wake up with your tight pussy wrapped around him and not use it, baby girl,” I tell her, turning my face from the mirror seeing her sleepy eyes fluttering open. “You’re going to let daddy have it whenever he wants it, aren’t you? Even if you’re asleep, daddy still gets what he wants.”
Her pussy latches onto me tight, a new hum falling from her lips, and I thrust into her harder.
“You’ll sleep on daddy like this until your belly’s too big to sleep on it, and then you’ll let daddy spread your thighs, fucking baby girl anytime he needs it.” She grabs me tight again, wetter than before, and I keep going, wanting her coming with me. “Turn your head and see how good you take daddy’s big cock, baby girl. Look at it fucking you because you’re a good girl.”
“Clint!” She gasps when she sees what my attention is focused on, and I give her ass a spank.
“That’s not the name you use when your pussy’s getting pounded, baby girl.”
“Daddy,” she moans, her gaze coming back to me. She watches me watch my cock fuck her. Her pink hole sucking on air when I pull out entirely. It’s so hot and I spread her ass cheeks open further, watching my cock disappear inside her, listening to her little cries of pleasure.
“God damn, baby girl, feel how tight, how strong your little cunt is?” I grunt when she clamps down on me hard, not letting me pull out this time. “I’m going to enjoy playing with it so much.”
“Daddy please,” she cries when I pull out again. I thrust back into her, slamming her hips down making her take every inch of me. “Oh shit, Daddy, more.”
I give her shallow thrusts, rubbing her clit on the base of my dick, faster and harder, until she screams. Her pussy grips me in waves as I continue to thrust, pulling me to the edge then over as I hold her tight on my cock, emptying deep inside her.
I savor each wave of pleasure that washes through her, her little nips to my chest enough to have me hard immediately. She moans, then again deeper, a bit more pain in the next one when I give her another thrust, making me stop.
“Daddy?” she says, pulling my gaze to hers, seeing the desire inside her eyes is just as high as it was earlier still.
“Daddy needs to give your little cunt a break, baby girl. I don’t want to hurt it or you,” I tell her, lifting her off me despite her attempts to hold on.
I flip her across my lap, then stand, carrying her into the bathroom. The clock says it’s just nine, but it feels like it should be a lot later than that.
The tub comes on with a flick of the knob, clean despite never being used. I let Gina, my partner John’s wife, help design the bathroom when I decided to build eight years ago, and the tub was the one thing I said I didn’t need. She argued back claiming when I met a woman she’d want it, and John backed her, going behind my back to have it set up for the tub despite my continued arguments that I didn’t need or want it.
Now, I’m damn glad it’s in here and that I have a regular cleaning lady that keeps it spotless.
As the steaming water fills it, bubbles forming, I pull Mel up from the little chair for the vanity. Her lips are still a little swollen from our kisses last night, but beyond that and some smudges along her hips and thighs, she doesn’t have a mark on her. I can’t believe I didn’t get a taste of her last night but I’m going to change that now.
I start with her lips, kissing her deep and slow, my hands gliding along her body, before letting my mouth follow. Her tits have rosy tips, tight and begging for my mouth, and I give it to them. Her belly is grumbling as I slide my lips down it, and I will fill it just as soon as I’ve given her what she needs.
I slide to my knees, covering her pussy with my mouth, and her moan makes my cock jump. I lift her leg over my shoulder, giving myself more room, then pump my dick with my hand, unable to resist with her taste in my mouth. Her knees buckle as she comes coating my mouth and beard with her sweetness, and I guide her down onto the floor.
Her eyes widen seeing me jerking off my cock a little moan falling from her lips, and she spreads her thighs wider for me, begging me for it.
“Just the tip,” I grunt out, sliding into her. Her hips wiggle, sliding her pussy further down on me, and I pull out, making her whine. I flip her over, spreading her legs even wider and thrust into her, filling her completely.
“Daddy!”
“Daddy was trying to be gentle with his girl,” I tell her, turning her head so she can see me as her hands grasp at the floor. “To take it easy on you, keep you safe, baby girl. Not show you what I really want, need.”
“Do it, please, daddy.”
“I’ll remind you that you begged for it later, baby girl.”
“Please daddy…” she says again, letting out a low cry when I lower completely against her, pushing her further against the floor. My thrusts are hard and deep, faster with each little cry that falls from her. My hand wraps around her throat turning her face further to mine, my other pressing hers into the floor. Her eyes are wild taking every thrust every pulsating inch of me.
“This is what I wanted to do to you on your birthday, baby girl. I wanted to throw you on the floor and fuck you raw. Wanted to tie your ass to my bed and never let you out of it,” I add as my balls tighten, the need to come filling every part of me. “Wanted your tight little cunt taking every last bit of cum from daddy’s hard cock.”
“Daddy!” she cries hoarsely, coming on me hard, and I let go, coming just as hard and loud as heaven greets me.
Sniffles pull me back and I groan, pulling out of her and turning her in my arms, gathering her close. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Mel. Please don’t cry baby girl.”
“No…don’t be sorry,” she whispers drawing in deep breaths as I kiss away the tears. “It was…god, it was everything Clint.”
“Thank god,” I utter, lifting her before settling her down into the too full tub. The water splashes onto the floor almost over her head when she sits, but I don’t give a damn about a wet floor. I pull up the plug, letting some of it flow out, smiling at her laughing grin. “You rest in there until I’m back, baby girl. Gotta take care of the rest of you, especially now that I know your little pussy is going to be useless tonight.”
“It was worth it,” she promises, giving me a kiss that wakes my dick instantly but soothes the rest of my worries that I was too hard, too rough, too…domineering with the way I just took her.
I mop up the floor, then rinse off in the shower, before heading into my room to grab up some clothes. It doesn’t take long to fry up some bacon, pop a tray of biscuits into the oven, and make gravy. I leave it warm on the stove and head back up finding Mel still nestled in the tub.
“Breakfast is almost ready, baby girl. Let’s get you dried off and then I’ll make you eggs.” I tease her as I let the towel drag against her skin, unable to resist another taste of her pussy. She comes quickly and I lift a brow at her, making her blush. “Were you touching my pussy in the tub?”
“Yes, are you mad, daddy?” she counters, and I steal her lips in a soft kiss, before dragging her into the bedroom to get her dressed.
“No, but next time you decide to do it, you need to tell daddy so he can watch.”
“What if you’re not here?”
“Then you either call daddy, video or just audio so he can hear you come, or you record it to show me later,” I state, sliding a little pair of shorts up her long legs, then settle her soft tee over her head, enjoying the way her hard nipples poke against the material.
“And will daddy do the same?” she asks me as I guide her down the steps, making me almost trip at the thought of her enjoying me getting myself off to the thought of her.
“If I ever can’t hold it until I’d see you then yes, daddy won’t come unless baby girl gets to see, hear or watch.”
I lift her up onto the island, before starting the scrambled eggs, then make us a huge plate to share. We’re almost done when the door opens and Jenna walks in, stopping in shock seeing us.
“What the hell is she doing here?” Jenna questions, glaring at my girl.
“She lives here now,” I state, moving to the other side of Mel when Jenna takes a step towards us, her face angry. “This is my house and I get to say who can stay here. After what you pulled last night, you’ll be lucky if I agree that you can. What the fuck were you thinking Jenna? Sending her to Maker’s Farm on a Friday night! You know the shit that goes down there. Mel’s your best friend although you sure as hell haven’t been acting like it with going out with Kyle behind her back, then the party last night.”
“Like she’s been one turning her nose up at us just because we don’t think it’s disgusting to have sex! Kyle wanted me first, but the guys had a bet going on to see who could fuck her first, that’s the only reason why he even went out with her,” Jenna replies, making my anger grow. “I won’t live with her judging me. If I decide that having sex, smoking weed, drinking alcohol, and having some fun with drugs is what I’m going to do, I don’t want lectures from miss goody-goody. Take the damn stick out of your ass and grow up,” she adds to Mel, her eyes blazing bright. Brighter than they should be.
“Are you high?” I demand, grasping her wrist when she just laughs, turning towards the doors. “What the fuck, Jenna? Where did you get drugs?”
She knows I don’t go for that shit. Weed is one thing, drugs…not under my roof. Not with the shit storm that came from her mother with them.
“Ask her,” Jenna says, shooting a mocking smile to Mel. “Uncle Daryl says hi, Mellie.”
Mel’s face whitens and I let go of Jenna, sliding back to her before she can topple off the island. “Mel, look at me. What’s wrong, baby girl?”
“The fuck!” Jenna shouts lunging for us, but I already have Mel in my arms and her fists only hit my back.
I storm away from Jenna, shutting then locking the bedroom door to keep her away from Mel, then lay her down on the bed, my heart racing seeing her out cold. “It’s okay, baby girl, I’ve got you.”
Jenna pounds on the door and I grab my keys, writing a note to leave next to Mel to tell her where I’ve gone so she doesn’t worry. I’m not about to let Jenna turn out like her mother.
I might not have thought drugs were bad when I was twenty-one, didn’t do them myself, but didn’t stop others from doing them. Not until Krystal got hooked on them after Jenna was born. She was an accident with a girl that was an occasional fuck, but I stepped up, then took over entirely when Krystal nearly tore our lives apart with her drug addiction.
This thing with Mel is not even close to being the same thing. She’s mine entirely, but to keep her safe, I need to make sure that Jenna isn’t going to be an issue. Especially not if she’s been playing around with drugs.
