“DADDY” IS MY SECRET PORN DIRECTOR! 5

Chapter 5 Lovie’s POV “Daddy, I’m so f*****g horny right now, please don’t you dare stop!” His thick fingers kept pumping deep into my soaking p***y without missing a beat, stretching me wide with every push while his knuckles dragged against my walls in that perfect way that made my toes curl hard against the floor mat. I could hear how wet I was, loud sloppy sounds filling the car every single time he drove them back in, my juices running down over his hand and making a mess all over the leather seat underneath my ass. My hips bucked up wildly to meet his thrusts, grinding myself against his palm like I had completely lost control, my c**t throbbing so bad it almost hurt. I reached over with a shaky hand and rubbed my palm hard along the huge bulge in his trousers, feeling that massive c**k twitch and throb under the fabric, so thick and hot I could barely wrap my fingers around it properly even through his clothes. God, I needed it inside me so bad my stomach kept tightening up in these desperate little knots. He kept his eyes locked on my face the whole time, breathing heavy and rough, slowing his fingers just a little so I had to whine and push down harder on them. “Why are you doing this work, Lovie?” he asked, voice low and gravelly like he was fighting to stay in charge. “Why the hell are you spreading your legs for all those strangers on camera, letting them f**k you like some cheap little w***e when you know damn well who’s been watching every second of it?” I squeezed his c**k tighter through his pants, stroking it up and down as best I could in the tight space, my breath coming out in short gasps. “Because it makes me feel wanted, Daddy… and why the f**k were you locked in that office stroking this big d**k and moaning my real name like you couldn’t hold it in anymore?” The words just spilled out of me, shaky but honest, my p***y clenching hard around his fingers at the memory of catching him like that. Everything about this felt way too exciting, way too dangerous, my skin tingling all over and my n*****s so stiff they ached. I grabbed his face with both hands, fingers digging into his jaw, and yanked him closer, needing to taste his mouth again so bad I could hardly think straight. Right before our lips could crash he pulled back, eyes dark with hunger, and yanked the thin strap of my gown down hard with one rough tug. Both my t**s spilled out completely, bouncing free in the cool air inside the car. He leaned over fast and latched onto my left n****e, sucking it hard into his hot mouth while his teeth bit down just enough to send sharp sparks shooting straight down between my legs. I cried out loud, my back arching up off the seat as I pushed my chest into his face, my hand still stroking his c**k faster through his trousers. “f**k, this tight little p***y is even greedier than it looked on set,” He growled right against my wet skin, switching to the other tit and sucking a deep mark onto the soft flesh while his fingers f****d me even harder, three of them now stretching me wide and curling up to hit that spot over and over. “All those months I sat in the booth watching you cream all over those c***s, moaning like a slut, and I never knew how sloppy and hot you’d get for me. You love this, don’t you?” This is so wrong but I can’t stop, my body’s on fire and his voice saying these filthy things is making me drip even more. He raised me, he hugged me when I cried, and now his fingers are buried inside me making me shake like this. My walls kept fluttering and squeezing around his thick fingers, juices pouring out with every thrust so loud I could hear it over my own moaning. I stroked his c**k harder, desperate to feel the real thing, my thighs trembling badly against the seat as the pleasure built up so intense I felt like I was about to explode any second. Sweat was sliding down my back, my t**s bouncing with every hard pump of his hand, and I kept whimpering his name under my breath, completely lost in how full and dirty it felt. He sucked harder on my n****e, biting and licking while his free hand grabbed my other tit and squeezed it roughly, leaving red marks all over my skin. “That’s my girl, ride Daddy’s fingers just like that. You’re so much wetter than I imagined, soaking my whole hand like you’ve been waiting years for this.” I was right there on the edge, my whole body tightening up, mouth open in a loud broken moan, when bright headlights suddenly flashed through the back window and lit up the whole car. A car pulled up right behind us, way too close. Daddy froze instantly, his fingers still buried knuckle-deep inside my dripping p***y, not moving an inch. Through the rearview mirror I saw Mom’s familiar SUV stopping right behind us, her silhouette stepping out. My heart stopped as she started walking toward the driver side window. What the f**k is she doing here!?