Daddy Makes Me Go VROOM

“Are you watching that same damn movie again, Princess?” Daddy asks, joining me in the theater room as I watch a movie.

Daddy grabs my cheeks in his big hands and pulls me deeper into his lap. Straddled over his lap, we watch more of the movie. That is until my hand happens upon his middle, the thick bulge that grows stiffer the more my slender hand massages it.

Daddy’s entire body stiffens hot. I feel his abs tense into hard ridges.

“Daddy, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something,” I say, my voice turning sultry as my body gets more turned on.

“Yes, Princess?” Daddy asks me.

“I want to drive…like you, Daddy,” I say, finding it difficult to get out coherent sentences, given that what I really want to do is take off Daddy’s pants and ride his cock.

“You mean like in your beamer?” Daddy asks me.

“No, Daddy, like in your McLaren…” I moan into his ear.

 “Absolutely not,” Daddy says, taking me off his lap.

“What?!” I ask. “Why?”

“Because you’re eighteen and you’re my little princess. I’m supposed to protect you, not put you in a potentially lethal danger,” Daddy scolds me.

 “B-But, Daddy, I’m really good!” I say, my voice shaking. “I’ve been practicing.”

Realizing that logic isn’t my best friend here, I hop back on Daddy’s lap. His strong hands slap my bottom, making them jiggle. I only have light pink panties and a tank top.