Brat Attack

  Brat Attack!

  Billionaire Daddy Series

  by

  Lulu Cherry

  Copyright 2018 Lulu Cherry

  All rights Reserved

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  All Characters in this book are over eighteen years old.

  No one is related by blood.

  Brat Attack!

  I loved my life in New York.

  I started out with nearly nothing. But I had the best gut instincts you ever saw. I never failed to pick the next winner stock. And, yeah, I always got out before the bubble burst.

  It wasn't long before I became one of the richest men in the city. You can't imagine the envy this created!

  People said I had it all. Good looks and riches to boot.

  These days I didn't even go into the office much. Since my wife had divorced me, I'd spent most of my time just lounging around my luxurious high rise apartment.

  Ah my ex-wife. You see, she just had to be a movie star. God the money I spent on that woman!

  I financed film after film for her. And then finally she made it. Next thing I know she's got to live in Hollywood. New York is too dreary for her. The divorce was inevitable.

  The thing was this. Her eighteen-year-old brat wanted to stay with me. That brat hated her mom!

  I wasn't her real dad. That was some trailer park dude I'd never met. Nor did I ever want to meet him.

  The brat had been with me for quite a while. Heck, I spent more time with her than her mom did. And I was fond of her. Real fond of her.

  "Sure, Cynthia," I said. "You can stay with me."

  Now just between you and me that brat was hotter than her mother. Like way hotter. She had killer tits for one thing.

  But it wasn't just the tits. The girl could have easily been a class A model. Long straight dirty blonde hair and luscious lips. And don't even get me going about her ass.

  What? Am I not supposed to notice these things? C'mon. She was gorgeous. What kind of decent step-dad would I have been not to notice.

  And she noticed that I noticed.

  Yeah, my hot step-daughter. But I wasn't going to do anything about it. She had a nice life. I wasn't going to interfere with that. But dammit if I didn't want to fuck her!

  Okay. So here's what happened. One day I'm just at home watching the financial news. I hadn't even gone out that day.

  I sat on our massive sofa just wearing a bathrobe over some boxers. Cynthia comes in. And she's just a wreck!

  She's got mascara dripping down her face. She's all upset over something. She sits down right next to her old man. She sidles right up to me.

  What was I to do but to put my arm around her? I had to comfort her. She was my daughter for God's sake.

  So I'm sitting there on the sofa with my arm around her. She cuddles up to me. Her wonderful tits just brushing up against me.

  "What is it, honey?" I ask her.

  She sniffs some. Then she looks at me with those big eyes of hers.

  "Oh, Daddy," she whimpers. "I've broken up with Byron."

  I had to roll my eyes at that. That preppy college nerd was utterly clueless. But she'd been seeing him for a while now. God knows why.

  "I'm sorry to hear that Honeybun." I said. "What happened?"

  Then my sweet daughter got all kind of quiet. You know, like she had something she wanted to say, but couldn't quite say it.

  "You can tell me," I said. "I'm your daddy. And, besides, who else do you have to talk to?"

  "Daddy," she whispered. "He wanted to fuck me!"

  Two things happened. First, I nearly laughed. Second, my cock started getting hard. Damn it! How would you have felt with this hot babe all cuddled up to you? And talking about fucking, nonetheless?

  "And you turned him down?" I said.

  "Of course, Daddy," She said proudly.

  I was hard as hell by now. Cynthia's eyes caught this. Whatever, I didn't feel like hiding it. But she went on looking into my eyes as if she hadn't even noticed!

  "So why didn't you, you know, fuck him?" I asked.

  "Oh, Daddy, I'm...you know..." She actually blushed a little.

  "You mean you haven't...with anyone?" I asked.

  "No, Daddy," she said. "I'm waiting to find the right person. I can't do it until I meet just the right person."

  "I see." I said. "You're a smart girl. I'm proud of you."

  Oh, she smiled so sweetly then. Then she laid her head right down on my chest as contentedly as a lamb.

  "I love you, Daddy," she said.

  "I love you, too, Honeybuns," I said.

  And we were just like this for several moments. My cock was hard as hell. The bathrobe was rather thick. But it couldn't hide that hard on. The truth is my cock is as big as hell.

  And it wasn't going to go away with my Honeybuns all cuddled up with me like that!

  But here's the thing. My daughter kept looking at my hard-on. I mean not directly. She'd look at the TV for a few minutes. Then she'd glance at me. Then she'd look at my hard-on.

  I just kept watching the financial news. But to tell the truth I wasn't really watching it at all. I was getting even harder! How could I not with my Honeybuns catching sneaky peaks at my hard on?

  So then without her even looking at me, her hand just begins to creep. You know? First it's on my knee. Then it creeps up a little. And then she's actually moving it into the folds of my bathrobe.

  I didn't move a muscle. I didn't say a thing. I didn't look at her at all. But next thing I know, her hand is creeping into my boxers!

  Then her fingers crept around my cock. She started holding it. She started moving her hands up and down my shaft. The sensation was incredible!

  I stayed as casual as possible. The last thing I needed to do was to spook the brat over her actions.

  I reached for the TV remote. I clicked the TV off. Neither of us was watching it anyway. Then I placed it back on the stand.

  We both just looked forward still. As if we were still watching TV!

  And my Honeybuns hand still was moving up and down my cock. She had a very skillful hand for a virgin.

  "You've got skills you never told me about, Honeybuns," I said.

  "I'm glad you approve, Daddy," she said.

  "Oh, yeah, I approve," I said.

  I turned my head. She'd turned hers. We were now looking at each other eye to eye. And still her hand was traveling up and down my massive cock.

  She had hot hands of silk!

  "But I'm just curious," I said. "Exactly how far do these skills extend?"

  "Oh, I think they extend real far, Daddy," she said.

  "Well, why don't you show me then." I said.

  She smiled at me. It was the naughtiest smile I'd ever seen. I loved it!

  Then the brat moved off the sofa. She got on her knees. She reached for my boxer shorts. I shift my butt up for a minute. Then she pulled my boxers free. She pulled them all the way down, then off my legs.

  She parted my bathrobe. Then she stared at my cock. It jerked a bit in excitement. There was just
a bit of pre-cum right at the tip.

  "Oh, Daddy, it's so big!" She said.

  "The better to fuck you with," I said.

  She swallowed.

  "But, Daddy, that'd be wrong, wouldn't it?" She demurely whispered.

  She was so naughty!

  "I guess it depends entirely on you," I said. "I raised you to be independent. To make your own decisions."

  "I see," she said.

  Her eyes were transfixed on my cock. Her hand came up again. She laid it right on my shaft. I watched as her sweet young hands felt my cock up and down. Dammit, I needed to get off!

  "We don't have to fuck, today," I said. "Why don't you just show me how skilled you are? Is that hand all you know how to use?

  "Oh, no, Daddy!" She said. "I can do many other things. You want me to show you?"

  "Uh-huh." I said.

  She smiled up at me, proudly. She was as excited as she was naughty. She pushed back her long hair over one shoulder. That move in itself was as sexy as hell.

  Then she leaned her head in. Her tongue came out. In a single lap she lifted up my pre-cum. It disappeared into her mouth. She swallowed.

  "Mmmm!" she said.

  Then she licked her upper lip. She smiled up at me.

  "That's quite a trick." I said. "Are you going to show me more?"

  "Uh-huh." She said.

  Then she leaned in again. Her tongue came out. She moved it to the underside of my cock. Right at the very top.

  She did this really slowly. She wanted to build the tension. And then even when her tongue was there, right there on my cock, at first she didn't even move. It was like a dancer holding position before the dance. And then, all at once, she began to lick!

  Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock. Whoosh! It was like a dance! Next it moved down the top. It went all the way to the base of my shaft.

  From there the brat slid her tongue under my cock. She tickled my balls for a moment with it. Then, all along the underside of my shaft she slid her tongue!

  I had to sigh.

  "You are good!" I said.

  "Thank you, Daddy." She said.

  "But the thing is this. How well can you suck?" I said.

  "Oh, I suck really well, Daddy." She said.

  "Seeing is believing," I said.

  Her eyes held mine again. You should have seen that naughty smile!

  She brought her lips right to the tip of my cock. Once again, to build the tension, she just held them there. She had lush pink lips. Just feeling them there at the tip of my cock was incredible.

  I loved the way she built up the tension first.

  Then her head came down. Her lips parted. And my cock slipped into her mouth. I had to let out a groan!

  Her mouth was sopping wet. My cock went all the way to the back of her throat in an instant. Then she was eagerly bobbing up and down!

  She slurped! It was fine dining!

  But I needed more control. I had no choice but to reach out for that long hair of hers. I grabbed a whole bunch of it in my hand.

  She shuddered. I was sure it hurt her to have me holding her hair like that. I paused. I wanted to give her a chance to tell me to let go.

  Her mouth came off my dick. Drool came out of the sides of her mouth.

  "I like it rough, Daddy, it's okay. I like it that way." She said.

  Then having said that, she went right back down on my cock.

  "Okay," I said.

  I firmed my grip on her hair. Then I yanked her up. Then I pushed her down. It was like guiding a horse.

  She tried to stay with it. She wanted me to guide her. She seemed to relish the pain.

  I tried to keep it slow. This was the first sex I'd actually had since my wife. And I was really liking it. That brat was as skillful as she said she was. No doubt about that!

  But after what felt like a long heavenly period of time, I knew I needed to come. I would have to be merciless.

  I pulled harder on my honeybuns hair. I yanked her up. Then I pushed her down. My pace became harder and faster. Then faster and harder.

  I could hear her gasping for breath through her nose. But I couldn't stop now. Nor did she fight me. She didn't want to stop!

  And yet I went even harder and faster. God how her lips clung to my cock. God how she sucked!

  She was determined to make this the best blowjob ever!

  And then with the tip of my cock bouncing around the back of her throat, I held her head down. I held her head down tight over my cock. And I exploded.

  I shot wad after wad of cum as I'd never shot it before. I couldn't believe the explosion I was having. I couldn't believe how tight my balls got. How much cum I spewed into my sexy brat.

  And the thing is. She didn't flinch even a bit. She took it all in. She swallowed. All of it. She swallowed it as if she were starved for it. She relished it!

  Then, when it was done, my cock became soft. She carefully sucked and cleaned it. Then she let it slip out of her mouth.

  There was drool all around her lips. She wiped it with the back of her hand. She smiled up at me.

  Next, my daughter climbed back onto the sofa. She sidled up to me. She got into a comfy position at my shoulder. She lay her head on my chest just like before. She snuggled in close.

  "You are good," I said.

  "The best?" She asked.

  I gave it some thought.

  "I would have to say, Honeybuns, you are the best." I said.

  "Oh, thank you, Daddy!" She said.

  I nodded.

  We stayed like this for a while. Her cozying up to me.

  Then I said, "so, do you wanna fuck or not?"

  My cock was already getting hard.

  She shifted her head so she could look up at me.

  "Oh, Daddy, I just don't know," she said dramatically. "I don't know what's right or wrong anymore."

  Was she joking?

  "I see, Honeybuns," I said casually. "Well, you just need to do what you think is right for you. That's all I've ever expected of you.

  She sighed. Then she got up. She looked at me sweetly.