I press her harder against the car as one of my hands leaves her ass to tug down the strap of her dress. In my haste, I’ve also tugged the strap of her bra down and I’ve done it so hard that I’ve bared her round tit to the cool air.
I pull back to look at her. Her eyelids are lowered, her breast bared to me. Her hips still shift desperately against me.
“Please,” she whispers. “Please don’t stop, Daddy.”
My reaction to that last word has her eyes widening in surprise. Then she gives me a shy but satisfied smile. My hips jerked forward and my hand squeezed her ass cheek when she called me Daddy.
“Beg me again, Lucy. Beg your daddy to make you come, to fuck you.”
Her head lolls back as she moans at my words. I take the opportunity to swoop down and taste her. I pull her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard on the tight little bud. Then I clamp it between my teeth and tug.
Lucy gasps, she moans, she shudders. Her hips rut and rut against me, and I’m pressed so tightly against her that I can feel the pulse of her orgasm. I feel the muscles of her ass clench and release.
“So fucking sexy,” I whisper.
She might have had hers, but my body is coiled too tight. I lift her skirt to see that her panties do match her bra. But it’s only a side note to the fact that they’re fucking sheer and I can see that her pussy is completely bare.
“You have got to be the hottest fucking virgin on the planet,” I whisper as I fumble with my zipper.
I’m not going to pop her cherry in a garage.I repeat those words to myself over and over as I finally get my dick out. I just want a taste, just a little taste of what it’s going to feel like.
Lucy doesn’t stiffen when she feels me tug her panties aside and flex my hips forward. In fact, while I groan in pleasure at the feeling of her slick pussy coating me with her cream, she moans at a long, “yes, Daddy.”
That’s all it takes. Both my hands clap onto her ass, holding her still while my hips pump fast and hard. The sensitive underside of my cock spreads the slick lips of her pussy. I’m thrusting faster, as fast as I can, pressing into her hard to get the friction I need.
“Oh my God,” Lucy gasps when my tip flicks her clit.
Her hands tighten on my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin even through my shirt. My balls start to draw up, fire lighting at the base of my cock.
“Please,” she begs. “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t forget who you’re talking to,” I pant.
Lucy pulls me forward enough to bury her face in my neck. “Daddy,” she whispers. “Daddy. I want you inside me, Daddy. I want you to come inside me, Daddy.”
A growl rips from inside me at her words. My ass tightens, my toes curl, and fire brands its way up my shaft as my back pulls into an arch. She calls me Daddy over and over as I spurt and pulse against her bare pussy.
It takes me a minute to come down from such a high, but when I do, it’s to hear a car door slam. I remember where we are, who I’m with. I don’t regret what just happened, but when I pull Lucy’s dress up, the betrayal in her eyes says she thinks I do. To disabuse her of this, I lean close.
“No one else gets to see what’s mine. Isn’t that right, Lucy?” When she doesn’t answer, I continue. “These sweet little titties, they’re Daddy’s. So is this untouched pussy. It’s Daddy’s, isn’t it Lucy?”
She swallows.
My dick gives one last spurt in response to her pussy pulsing around him so hard. She wants it. She wants me. And I’m going to fuck her so hard, make her come so hard, that she’s going to scream for me.
“Yes, Daddy.”
ChapterFour
Lucy
Ijust got everything I ever wanted up against Daddy’s car in a parking garage. Well, almost everything. He didn’t actually fuck me, but that orgasm was so far beyond anything I’ve ever given myself. All I can hope is that he doesn’t regret it when daylight shines on the fact that he used to be married to my mom.
He takes me to a local farm to plate restaurant where they slide the front windows open so the whole dining area seems outdoors. We sit just inside the threshold, watching people move up and down the street at a slow pace.
“Do you live far from here?” I ask.
“Not too far. Technically, I live in Menlo Park, but on the Peninsula, one city just runs into another. You can’t tell the boundaries.” He tilts his head. “Do you want me to show you my place, Lucy?”