“DADDY” IS MY SECRET PORN DIRECTOR! 6

Chapter 6 Lovie’s POV “f**k, pull your hand out, why is mum here,” I hissed under my breath, shoving Daddy’s thick fingers away from my soaked p***y while yanking the thin gown back down over my t**s and thighs in one frantic motion. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat as Mom’s face came right up to the driver side window, her eyes squinting a little with that familiar look of worry she always got whenever she thought something might be wrong. She tapped on the glass again and leaned closer, trying to see both of us clearly inside the car. I could still feel the slickness between my legs, my p***y throbbing from how deep his fingers had been working me just seconds before, and the thought of her standing there completely oblivious made my stomach twist up tight even as another pulse of heat shot straight through my core. “Lovie, honey, what are you two doing parked out here like this on this empty road?” Mom asked, her voice full of real concern as she glanced from me to him and back again. “I was on my way home from picking up a few things at the store and spotted your car just sitting here. Is everything alright?” I swallowed hard, trying to keep my breathing steady while my thighs pressed together under the gown, trapping the wetness that kept leaking out of me. “We’re okay, Mom. Nothing major is going on.” Daddy shifted in the passenger seat like it was no big deal at all, his voice coming out calm and even, the same steady tone he always used at home when he wanted to smooth things over. “Her car was the only one running when mine decided to quit on me back closer to the studio area. I was walking along the side of the road and she pulled over to give me a ride the rest of the way. You know how these older cars can be, always acting up at the worst times.” His right hand rested on his knee now, looking completely normal from where Mom could see, but I caught the way his fingers still glistened under the edge of the console, coated thick with my cream from how he had been pumping them in and out of me. The sight made my p***y clench again, hard enough that I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop from making any sound. This is so f****d up. My own mom is standing right there chatting like everything is normal, and Daddy’s hand is still wet from fingering her daughter’s cunt. If she knew what we were doing, she would lose her mind, but that thought only makes me wetter. Mom nodded slowly, accepting the story without any real questions because she had always trusted him since he stepped in after my real dad passed. She knew I worked at some studio but never dug into the details, always saying it was my life to handle. “That was good of you to pick him up, Lovie. These roads out here can be so quiet this time of day. Are you heading straight home then?” “Yeah, I’ll be there soon,” Daddy answered her, his left hand staying hidden from view and brushing slowly up my bare thigh under the gown, his fingers tracing along my skin in a way that sent little shocks straight up to my c**t. “I still have that room ready whenever I need it, so I’ll come in tonight after we get back.” Mom kept talking for a few more minutes about what she planned for dinner and asking if I wanted her to heat up anything extra, completely unaware that her husband's friend had just had his fingers buried knuckle-deep in my dripping p***y, stretching me open and making me soak the seat. Every word she said dragged out longer, and I sat there nodding along, my face feeling hot as hell while my body stayed on edge, my n*****s still hard and rubbing against the thin fabric, my p***y aching so bad it almost hurt. He raised me, he sat at our dinner table calling me Lovie for years, and now all I can think about is how much I need him to f**k me raw. My mom is right here and I’m still dripping for her him. Finally she gave us both a little wave, said she would see us at the house, and walked back to her SUV. She pulled away down the road, the taillights fading around the bend until the whole area went quiet again except for the sound of my own ragged breathing. The second her car disappeared, Daddy’s hand shot out and grabbed the front of my gown hard, yanking me across the console with real force. I tumbled right over into his lap on the passenger side, my legs spreading wide to straddle him in the cramped space as he ripped the thin fabric open with one strong pull, tearing it apart so my t**s bounced free and my soaked p***y was completely exposed to him. The cool air hit my wet skin and made me shiver, but the heat from his body pressed right up against me. “God damn it, Lovie, you have no idea how long I’ve been holding back from this,” he growled low, his hands gripping my ass cheeks tight and spreading them as he pulled me forward until my dripping folds hovered right over his face. “This p***y has been driving me crazy on that set for months. Spread your legs wider for Daddy. Let me taste how f*****g sloppy you are right now.” I grabbed onto the headrest behind his seat with both hands, my breath coming fast and shallow as he buried his mouth between my thighs without waiting another second. His tongue dragged hot and flat right up my slit, licking up every bit of the mess I had made, sucking hard on my swollen c**t until my hips jerked forward on their own and a loud moan ripped out of me. The wet sounds of him eating me out filled the whole car, messy and loud, his groans vibrating straight against my sensitive flesh while his hands squeezed my ass harder, pulling me down so I could grind on his face. “Oh s**t, Daddy, f**k that feels so good,” I moaned, rocking my hips against his tongue as it pushed inside me, f*****g in and out deep while his lips sucked on my c**t with strong pulls that made my thighs shake around his head. “Don’t stop, please, I’ve been so f*****g horny all day thinking about your cock.” He kept working me with his mouth, licking every inch of my soaked p***y like he could not get enough, his tongue circling my c**t faster before he shoved three thick fingers back into me, stretching my walls open again. My juices ran down over his chin and hand, dripping onto his trousers as I rode his face harder, my t**s bouncing with every movement. This is the man who hugged me when I cried after Dad died, the one who fixed my problems growing up, and now his tongue is deep in my cunt making me leak like a w***e. It’s so wrong but I don’t want him to ever stop. I need him to ruin me. “Please, Daddy, I need you inside me so bad,” I begged, my voice cracking as my legs shook worse, my p***y clenching around his fingers while he sucked my c**t harder. “I want that huge c**k stretching me open. I’ve been aching for it ever since I saw you stroking it in the office. f**k me, please, I’ll do anything.” I said shamelessly He pulled his mouth back just enough to free his massive c**k from his trousers, the thick shaft springing out heavy and throbbing, the head shiny with pre-c*m and veins bulging along the length. He lined it up with my dripping entrance, gripping my hips tight, and finally shoved that huge, throbbing c**k straight into my dripping cunt in one brutal thrust, stretching me wide open while I moaned like a broken slut. “Oh god!”