Your heart hammers at how needy he is. “If you want it so bad, you kiss me.” 

Without an ounce of hesitation Caleb crushes his lips to yours, tongue pushing past your opening in desperation as if he was starving for you. It is a clash of teeth and mixing of saliva as he suffocates himself against your lips, taking as much as he can get. He finally pulls away to get air, whimpering as he mouths pathetically at your bottom lip, mind too fuzzy to kiss you properly. 

The brush of your tongue against his has him panting, drool connecting the both of you as he sloppily mouths at your parted lips without thought. You smile slightly, leaning in to lock against him once more. 

Caleb’s eyes are blown wide, hazy and unfocused as he tries desperately to kiss you back, clumsily pressing his lips against yours in an attempt to keep up with you. 

Streams of whimpers and whines leave his mouth, his chest heaving as he attempts to even his breathing. “Hnng, I… pip-squeak—”

You decide to give him a break and trail your kisses down his neck to pay special attention to his bobbing Adam’s apple, smiling slyly as he tilts his head up. Shaky breaths brush your ear as he struggles to keep his composure. “Pips…I can’t…mmph…! I can’t f-focus…when you…ah!” 

Mouthing gently at his Adam’s apple, you feel Caleb’s hips buck up against you in shock. You groan, sending vibrations though his body that makes him shudder weakly. 

You’ve broken and reduced this man into a stuttering mess, but he looks like he’s exactly where he wants to be, eyes teary and head foggy as his eyes zero in on your lips. Hm… cute. 

“Wanna take me to the bedroom?”

“I…uhhh…huh?”

“Bedroom, Caleb.” 

The implication has him scrambling. “Yes…!”

it bangs against the wall with chunky, noisy thuds, the everyday objects upon it knocking over, off, and rolling onto the floor as he fucks you from behind with a hand pressed at your throat. squeezing only just to keep you staring into the mirror attached to the drawers.

he's hunched over you, panting against your shoulder. animalistic grunts mixing with the loud squelches sounding from where the two of you meet, your pussy stretched and stuffed to the brim with his cock.

sweat drips from the both of you as he pounds out his frustrations over not being able to have any alone time with you for the past three goddamn hours. over having to sit with a stiff cock while your neighbors tug you away from him for stupid reasons. over seeing you prance around in that little skirt you only pull out for the summer months.

licking at your neck and ear, he comes hard with powerful smacks of his hips into your ass. thick cum flowing inside you and leaking out when you can no longer hold it anymore. it grows into an impressive puddle on the floor beneath you as he carries on. steadying the flick of his waist once more and pumping himself until you're gushing with a trembling cry.

he makes sure to wrap you tight to keep fucking you right there, until you're wailing his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

You found your father in the living room, sprawled back on the couch with one arm over the backrest, a beer bottle dangling from his other hand, like most nights. Any other ocassion you'd make fun of him "Drinking beer and watching TV isn't gonna help you with that beer belly, old man." But tonight you had to be extra nice.

The TV was on, with some sports game he wasn’t really watching. You battered your eyelashes, swaying a little on your feet. “Daddy?”

Joel’s eyes slid lazily to you. He knew that tone, he knew how you'd call him daddy when you wanted something from him. “Mmm?”

“Can I get some money to go the movies with my friends tonight?” you asked, keeping your voice extra sweet, the way you knew he liked.

He hummed before taking a slow sip of beer. “What bout your allowance?”

Your bit your lip. “Already spent it all, daddy.”

Joel arched his brows. “On what?” He scoffed.

“I don't know, daddy! On stuff. Now, can I get some more money or not?” You tried to remain sweet but Joel was getting on your nerves.

“Well, that depends,” Joel tilted his head, smirking, and before you could ask him on what, he already answered. “On whether or not you’re feelin’ generous.”

You knew exactly what he meant, but you still made a face. “Generous?”

“Mm-hm.” He patted his thigh. “C’mere.”

You crossed the room, standing in front of him. “Ugh. You’re so annoying,” you muttered, even as he set the beer down and spread his legs wider.

“Yeah, but you still want somethin’ from me,” he said smugly, reaching for the waistband of his jeans. “If you wanna go watch a little movie. You're gonna have to make one with daddy too first.”

You blinked in confussion. Usually what your dad wanted when you asked for money, or permission to go somewhere was a quick messy blowjob fifteen minutes before your friends picked you up, maybe just a handjob if he was feeling generous that day. “What? Dad, I just want some mone—”

“On your knees,” he said, hooking two fingers under your chin. “I wanna see those pretty lips wrapped around daddy's cock. And this time…” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone. “…we’re gettin’ it on camera.”

Your head snapped up. “What? No. Gross, dad. I’m not letting you record me so you can be some weirdo jerking off to it later.”

He chuckled, he always found your initial objections and that bratty attitude of yours amusing, and hot as hell. “Babygirl, I don’t need a video to get off to you. You’re walkin’ around this house all the damn time, keepin’ me hard without tryin’. But I want this. I want proof of how fuckin’ good you are f’your dad. And you’re gonna give it to me.”

“Ugh. Why do you have to be such a creep, dad? I don't want that on your phone forever. It grosses me out.”

Before you could protest again, his big hands were already on you, yanking you with force by your arm, pushing you down until your knees hit the rug under you. One of his hands dragged you forward by the back of your neck until your face was right between his spread legs. The big bulge straining against his jeans was right in front of your face, and your cheeks heated despite yourself. You hated how your dad, even being so disgustingly gross, still made your pussy ache with just seeing the outline of his prominent cock.

“Daaad—” you started, but he was already unbuckling his belt, and when he did you knew nothing would make him change his mind.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered roughly. “And don’t you dare hide that pretty face from the camera.”

You groaned, and couldn't stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “Ugh, you’re so disgusting. Such a perv.”

He just grinned at your insults. Every time you called him a “perv” or a “creep,” it only made him harder, more desperate to fuck the sass out of you. It wasn’t just the words, it was the attitude behind them, the way you acted like you didn’t want him, like you find him gross, when he knew your tight little pussy was already soaking wet every time he was around you. And that’s what drove him absolutely insane, the thought that he was the only man allowed inside your pretty little body, just daddy. The only one who would ever look after you, who always knew what was best for you. Your resistance only made him hunger for you more, it made him want to claim you, to have you forever, only for him. No other guy could ever give you the love your father gave you.

He held the phone now in his left hand, and he aimed it down at you, the bright flash light almost blinding your eyes. “Say that again to the camera. Go’head, tell em what I am."

“Daddy’s a perv,” you muttered, trying to hide your eyes behind your hand. Joel didn’t let you get away with it, of course not, you’d cooperate, and he’d have your pretty face on close-up chocking on his cock, so with a firm grip, he grabbed your hair, twisting it into a makeshift ponytail, and he tugged your head up so your eyes met his, getting you fully exposed to the camera.

“That’s right,” he said, pulling his cock free from the confinement of his pants. That cock that you already knew too well, was hard ever since the moment you walked into the living room, he couldn’t help it, that was the effect you had on daddy’s body, seeing you with your pouty glossy lips, with your little tank tops that showed your pretty nipples, or little skirts that he’d love to lift just to fuck that tight pussy like he owned it. His cock was thick, his heavy balls hanging below it. He took hold of his shaft and brushed the head agaisnt your lips, smearing his pre-cum all over your pink lipgloss, coaxing your mouth open so he could plug his cock inside you. “Now open up, babygirl. Show the camera how good daddy thaught you to suck cock.”

With a shaky huff, you parted your slick lips. There was no point fighting it, you wanted the cash for those tickets, and your dad was aching for his girl to worship his cock. He’d told you a million times already he’d never had a woman suck his cock so good like his babygirl did, maybe part of what turned him on so much was your initial resistence, maybe it was how you’d always start lazy, like you’d rather be watching paint dry instead of sucking him, that until he’d start fucking your face, and he definetely loved how you’d always take it, you’d complain, but you’d take it. The moment your lips spread, he wasted no time, sliding his thick, pulsing length into your waiting mouth. The phone hovered close, the lens capturing every detail as your tongue swirled, coating him in wet saliva.

“Fuuuuck, yeah, just like that,” he growled, loving that first moment of feeling your mouth around him. “Look at her, fuckin’ perfect, takin’ her dad so damn good. Prettiest little mouth in the whole damn world. Made it especially to suck this cock.” His hips rocked forward, pushing deeper into you, his groans filling the air as your throat tightened around his invasive girth, a slick gag escaping your mouth. “That’s it, babygirl, choke on it. Let ‘em hear how much you love this.”

Your muffled whimpers vibrated around his cock, a desperate sound that might’ve been a complaint if your mouth wasn’t so stuffed. The tears started to spill from your eyes, making your cheeks glisten as you struggled to take him. You tried to pull back, gasping for air, maybe to spit out another “gross old man” at him, but his rough hand clamped harder at the back of your head, pinning you in place, making it impossible for you to move, or to do anything else but to keep sucking his cock.

He kept talking into the phone like some depraved narrator. “She’s actin’ all bratty, tryin’ to squirm away,” he told the camera, arrogantly, “but this little slut loves when daddy fucks her pretty mouth raw. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”

You managed to pull back just enough to gasp, his grip loosening for a split second. “No, s’gross, daddy, I—” Your defiance was cut short as he thrust forward again, his cock plunging deep, the swollen tip ramming the back of your throat. You gagged hard, the wet, choking sound filling the air as your body jerked. Saliva dribbled down your chin messily, as you fought to breathe through your nose.

“Mmhm,” he drawled delighted. He loved watching you struggle, savoring the way your face contorted, your cheeks hollowing, brows furrowing, tears streaking down your flushed skin, your throat spasming around his length, the obscene gluck-gluck of each thrust echoing as he pushed past your gag reflex, forcing you to take every inch. “Fuck, look at that. Love those little noises you make when you choke on daddy’s cock. Say it now. Tell me you’re daddy’s filthy little cocksucker.”

You glared up at him with defiance, managing a muffled, “Mmmgg, n-no,” the sound garbled around his shaft. But his grip tightened, fingers digging into your scalp, and he tilted your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze, you broke, voice trembling as you choked out, “…’m d-daddy’s… l-little c-cocksucker,” each word punctuated by the wet, sloppy rhythm of his cock sliding deeper into your throat.

“Attagirl,” he said, and his phone caught every second as he started thrusting harder into your mouth. He moved his hips fast and deep, like trying to bury his cock deep down your throat, punishing you with every stroke. You could hear his breathing getting heavier, hear the slick noises of your spit coating him and dripping down his ballsack.

“Fuck, look at this filthy mess she’s makin’,” he growled for the camera, tilting it to capture the glistening strings of drool dripping from your swollen lips, your mascara streaking down your cheeks in dark rivers, your jaw quivering as you gazed up at him, utterly defenseless, like you had no choice but to let him fuck your mouth raw until he was done with you. “She’s a perfect messy thing. So fuckin’ perfect f’me.”

His thrusts grew more brutal by the second, giving you no chance to catch your breath. His thick cock slammed against the back of your throat, bruising your palate, the raw ache spreading with every punishing stroke. Your throat tightened, saliva pooling and spilling over, making wet sounds as he used you. When your face flushed a deep red, gagging too hard on the slick mess of your own spit, he yanked your head back by the hair, his grip rough and unyielding, forcing you to look at him.

“Mgggh… daddy… enough,” you rasped, spit clinging to your chin. “You’ve got your stupid video already.”

“Just a bit more, babygirl, ‘m almost there,” he cooed, as he pushed your head back toward his throbbing cock. “Be good f’daddy, and he’ll finish real quick.”

You rolled your eyes, but complied, letting him guide you back. Your tongue slid deliberately along the underside of his shaft with every thrust of his hips, the wet drag of your mouth pulling low moans from him. You hummed around him, cause you knew how much he liked the vibrations, they made his cock twitch. He shoved himself deeper, burying himself to the hilt, until your nose was crushed against the coarse hair at his navel, his balls heavy against your chin. He held you there, grinding shallow, cruel thrusts into your throat until your lungs burned, your hands clawing at his thighs, desperate to pull away.

With a harsh tug on your hair, he ripped you off his cock. You choked, gagging violently, spit stringing from your lips to his glistening tip as you gasped for air, your chest heaving after being suffocated by his length.

“Gonna give you somethin’ to remember this by,” he rasped. You whimpered, shaking your head weakly, knowing exactly what was coming, but he didn’t care. His hand pumped his cock furiously, as he aimed the swollen tip at your tear-streaked, spit-slicked face. The first thick, hot rope of cum splattered across your cheek, followed by another across your chin, your nose, your parted lips. It was a flood that felt endless, so much cum dripping down your face in sticky streaks. “Ahhh, Ahhh yesss, ffffuck yeah… take it, babygirl. Take all of your daddy’s cum,” he groaned, making your stomach twist with a mix of disgust and heat. You hated how vocal he was, his filthy words made you cringe, his ragged breaths, the way he moaned, it all sounded gross out of his mouth.

“God damn, babygirl…” he panted, finally lowering the phone, the flash blinding you as it lit up your cum-drenched face. His other hand gripped your chin, tilting your head up to show off the mess he’d made. “Stay just like that. Wanna get a good shot of my baby.”

Your cheeks were flushed from the heat of it all, your hair a wild tangle from where Joel’s fingers had gripped and yanked, tugging hard as he’d used your mouth. The makeup you’d spent hours doing to look pretty for the movie date with your friends was now a wrecked mess, your chest heaved, each breath was a shaky gasp as you tried to steady yourself after he’d finished. Thick ropes of his cum clung to your face, dripping down your cheeks, pooling at your chin, some already drying in sticky streaks.

“Hold still, babygirl,” Joel rasped. His free hand was now wrapped around his cock, fisting it lazily, he moved it so the swollen tip of it would brush your jaw as he smeared his release across your skin, dragging it toward your lips. The other hand held his phone steady, angling the camera to capture every inch of your ruined face in the frame.

You turned your head, whining, you already hated his cum, the smell, taste and texture of it, but now he was ruining all your hard effort, “Ew, Daddy, gross—stoppp. You’re ruining my makeup even more.”

“Darlin’, makeup’s the least of your worries right now,” That little smirk of his was there across his face. He tapped the head of his cock against your cheek, leaving another sticky smear, ugh, it felt so thick and warm. “Look at that. Prettiest fuckin’ mess I’ve ever made.”

You groaned dramatically, squeezing your eyes shut when he dragged himself across your mouth, the wet tip catching against your bottom lip. “Ugh, dad! You’re seriously so disgusting. I can feel it sticking to me.”

“Mm-hm,” he hummed amusingly, “and now every time daddy jacks off to this, he’s gonna see you sittin’ there, takin’ it like a good girl.” He tilted the phone closer, zooming in on the mess he’d made, his tip rubbing his cum into your skin in circles. “Look at that. Daddy’s cum paintin’ my girl’s pretty face. Not a damn inch of you I ain’t claimed.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes toward the camera, so annoyed at the fact that sucking him wasn’t enough, now you had to put on a show for him too. “Don’t call me your girl, dad, especially when you’re… ugh… smearing it all over me like some perv.”

Joel chuckled, his thumb coming to tilt your chin up so you had to look directly into the phone. “Say it,” he ordered.

You frowned. “Say what?” You already knew, just enjoyed playing dumb to try and piss him off

“Say whose cum it is.” His tone left no room for argument. With dad his words was always final.

You squirmed, glaring at him through your lashes. You knew daddy loved the attitude and the sass, maybe that’s part of why you did it, you internally wanted to please him. “I don’t wanna—”

The sharp slap of his cock against your cheek cut you off, followed by another lazy drag down your nose, he was really smearing his cum and dragging his cock all over yur face. “Say it, babygirl.”

You sighed heavily, your voice dripping with reluctant sass. “It’s yours, dad. Obviously. It’s all yours. Happy now?”

“Real happy,” he smirked, leaning in to press the head against your lips until you parted them. He pushed just enough to smear the taste onto your tongue before pulling back. “Now tell the camera you love it.”

You groaned, feeling your face hot. “I hate it.” You did hate the taste, it was always salty and bitter, but there was something about knowing that it was you, not any other woman, but you, his baby, making your daddy’s cock hard, and making him cum so much, that made you ache between your legs.

“Try again.” He always knew he had to insist a little with you before you gave in,

You gave him an exaggerated pout but muttered, “I love it,” in the most unconvincing tone possible.

Joel chuckled, and he finally lowered the phone, satisfied with the result of his little homemade movie. “That’s my girl.” His hand cupped your jaw, smearing one last streak of cum along your cheekbone. “Gonna keep this one for a long, long time.”

You wrinkled your nose, part of you disgusted with the idea of your father jerking off alone with the video of you sucking him off, but another part secretely turned on by it, of course you wouldn’t let him know, you had to keep up the act. “You’re literally the grossest man alive.”

“And you’re the prettiest mess alive,” he shot back, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth, smearing even more of himself there, enjoying how much it bothered you having his seed on your face.

“Can I have the money for the tickets now?” you huffed impatiently. “Need to go fix my makeup again.”