It’s been a long fucking day. It’s the first day of king crab season and already I miss Clara. Saying goodbye to her this morning was harder than I thought it would be. As soon as the boat shoved away from the dock, I knew it was a mistake.

I’d been making plans for this to be my last season since the day I knew I wanted her to be mine. I’m a selfish bastard, but I’ve learned to ignore the guilt that comes with my sweet Clara and my needs. I’ve saved up a good nest egg for her and our babies. I’ve got a job—running the port—lined up at the end of the season. It’s still good money, but the main thing is that every night I’ll get to fall in bed with my little sweet thing.

I’m sore to my bones, but my cock twitches with need. It’s only been hours since I’ve had her and already I wish I could fall on top of her and rut until she was full of come. I fucked her every hour before I had to ship out. I thought it would help me last longer than a day. I was wrong.

Thankfully this trip is short, and we caught most of our quota today. I’m on board with a bunch of men, including one greenhorn that’s set to take my place after this week is over. It’s all falling into place, I just need to hang on for a few more days. Then I can get back on land to Clara and keep her by my side.

It was strange that she didn’t seem sad to see me go. Something like insecurity crawls up my chest and I try to tamp it down. She was just as greedy for me as I was for her the days leading up to me shipping out. I don’t like to admit it even to myself, but it bothered me a little she wasn’t more upset that we couldn’t be together for at least a week. I was ready to throw her over my shoulder and carry her on board with me. But a crab boat with a bunch of men that need their dick tended to isn’t the place for my girl. Now I have to lie down at night alone in bed and think about what she’s getting into without me. I’m her daddy because she needs one. Trouble seems to find her, and that’s one of the biggest reasons I didn’t want to leave her. But one last time out on the boat and we’ll be set for a long, long time. I’m doing this for her, I remind myself as I hang up my gear and head to my bunk.

I’m the senior crew on this boat, which means I only have to share my cabin with one other man. Salty is a seasoned crab fisherman who never found the time to quit. He’s an old man by boat standards, but he doesn’t seem to like land. Salty is quiet and keeps to himself and only grunts when you ask him a question. I like bunking with him because he doesn’t snore and leaves my shit alone.

When I make my way to the back of the boat I’m surprised to see Salty standing in the hallway smoking a cigarette. Normally he’d be getting some sleep before the night shift, but here he stands, wide awake.

“Can’t sleep?” I ask as I get closer. I expect him to grunt at me, but I’m surprised when I see his duffel bag at his feet.

“Too crowded in there. I’m taking the crow's nest,” he grumbles as he stomps out his cigarette and shoulders his bag.

“I didn’t bring any more than usual,” I say, thinking about my own bag that’s smaller than his.

“Ain’t gonna get a wink of sleep,” he mutters, then pushes past me and heads up the stairs.

I shrug. I don’t know what’s got into him, but I’m beat beyond measure and need some shuteye. Maybe since I’m alone for the night, I can jerk off in peace while I dream of my girl’s little pussy.

Opening the door, I flip the light switch then slam the door closed behind me. There on the tiny bunk is Clara, naked with her legs spread.

Anger floods me as I see all of her pink little holes out in the open, ready to be fucked. She’s on a boat full of nasty old men that would take turns fucking her raw. She’s got what’s mine displayed out for anyone to walk in and see. Including Salty.

“What in the fuck are you doing here, Clara? And you better have a good goddamn excuse for letting that old man see what belongs to me.”

She bites her lip but doesn’t make a move to close her legs. Instead she shows me she truly is the devil as her small fingers wiggle down her body and to her pussy. She spreads her cunt for me, showing me how slick she is for it. How ready she is for a deep, hard fucking.

“I missed you,” she whispers, and I fall to my knees in front of her.

“You snuck on my boat and waved your little pussy around, ready to get fucked. I oughta roll you over and wear your ass out.”

I watch as she dips her finger inside her pussy and pulls it out. It’s covered in her juices and, goddamn my soul to hell, I groan as she brings it to her mouth and sucks it clean.

I wrestle with the zipper on my pants so fast, I nearly rip them open.

The room is small, and it’s closing in on me as my need for her beats down on my back. I don’t think about how she got on the boat or what I’m going to do about keeping her hidden in here. I don’t even worry about there not being a lock on the door. Right now, I just need to get my dick in her and fuck until I pass out.

Warm, wet heat surrounds my cock as I thrust into her and hold still. Exhaustion mixed with desire fills my veins, but I wait, needing a moment to feel home.

Clara reaches up to me, touching my scruffy face. I turn my face and kiss her wrist, then fall on top of her and kiss her sweet lips. I can’t stay mad at her. Hell, I can’t seem to do anything right but fuck her, and she still wants me. I don’t know what I did to deserve this little angel, but somehow life keeps on working out for a fuck-up like me.

She tastes like sugar and her pussy and I growl as I start to fuck her. She clings to me and her little cries are driving me to the edge. I put my hand over her mouth and move my lips to her ear.

“You keep quiet in here, girl. This crew finds out there’s pussy this tight on board and they’ll be breaking down the door to get a turn.”

Her pussy creams with my words, and I fuck her harder. I stamp my ownership on her cunt with every thrust and make her remember who’s on top of her.

“You need a daddy twenty-four seven, don’t you, baby?” She nods and moans against my hand. “This boat has got some rough guys on it. Some of them don’t care you got a daddy or that your pussy is barely big enough to take a cock.”

Her cries are muffled as her pussy gets wetter and she’s close to getting off. Fuck, I’m exhausted, but this bed is too small for me to pass out on top of her.

“I’ll sneak your food down here and make sure you got my dick every hour on the hour. But you better not step a toe outside this room.” I grit my teeth just thinking about having her pussy ready for the taking whenever the need hits me. Just like at home, I can grab her up and bend her over every time my dick twitches. “You hear me?”

I lift my hand up a little and she licks her lips. “Yes, Daddy.”

Fuck if my cock don’t swell even bigger. Not even a whole day without her and already I missed her calling me that.

“That’s right, sweet girl.”

I lick her bottom lip then kiss her hard. She squeezes her thighs around me and I press my barrel chest against her tits as she comes apart in my arms. I thrust hard one last time and empty inside her perfect waiting body. I almost black out as her pussy clamps down on me and drains what’s left of my soul into her.

There must be a god, because I’ve got just enough strength left to roll us over on the tiny bunk so I don’t smother her. She lies on top of me like roadkill and I’m half asleep when I feel her fingers in my chest hair.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispers, and my chest tightens. “I just couldn’t stand to be away from you.”

“S’okay,” I grunt, and wrap my arms around her. “I missed you, too. We ain’t gonna be apart again. I’m making sure of that.”

“I love you,” she says, kissing my chest and then cuddling close.

“Love you, too, baby girl.”