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Chapter Twenty-One

Swayze

I’m so absorbed in being out in the open with Daddy that it takes me by surprise when he places his hand on my thigh. I changed into loose cotton shorts after work before we started the mission of disposing of the woman that impersonated my mother for years. Fuck her, she deserved everything she got.

His touch is warm and the calluses of his fingers stroke along my inner thigh. My pussy is immediately on alert at how close he is. Sandwich in hand, forward facing as if we are sitting here having a normal conversation in public.

My cheeks heat at his words. I relax my legs letting them splay a little wider for him. “Do you want this, Daddy?” I ask playfully, almost placing my cunt in his hand with the movement.

“Hmmm,” his lips turn up at the corners. “I’ve definitely missed that.”

“What? My cunt?”

He cuts a glance at me. “Your forwardness.”

The warmth in my cheeks moves to my chest. He strokes my panty line, pushing them to the side in the process. My clit throbs, begging for attention. He dips a finger in, collecting my arousal before sliding up my slit. He strokes my inner walls, inching closer to the place I need him.

He leans in close to me. His warm breath fanning over the sensitive skin of my neck. “Quiet, baby girl. You’re breathing hard. Someone might catch us.”

“Is it wrong that I want them to see us like this?” I pant out the words because his fingers find my clit, rubbing sensual circles around the bundle of nerves.

“You might make them jealous,” he teases, pushing his finger inside. “Push your ass to the edge seat.”

I slide down against the vinyl seat until my pussy is easier to access. A thin sheen of sweat coats my skin. He hooks his fingers inside me, fucking me.

“Everything okay over here?” The girl from the register asks as she comes by our booth. My heart seizes in my chest, but Daddy doesn’t miss a beat.

“All good, thanks.” There’s not even a hint of what we are doing in his voice.

The bell to the shop door rings, announcing the arrival of more patrons. She gives him a nod and a smile before returning to the register. It’s a good thing I’m on the inside of the booth or she would’ve noticed my Daddy’s about to make me come. His fingers never stop, stroking my inner walls and my pussy clenches around him. The pressure in my abdomen builds with intensity and I bite my lip to stave off a moan. I begin chasing the orgasm, rolling my hips slightly.

“That’s it, baby, keep riding Daddy’s fingers like a good little girl,” he whispers huskily.

I grip his length through his jeans and he’s hard as a rock. “I want you inside of me.”

“Soon, baby girl.” He crooks his finger, moving faster. “First, I need you to fall apart on Daddy’s fingers.”

His filthy mouth does something to me. And as if a storm is building inside me, lightning cracks and I lose it. I bite Daddy’s jacketed arm and allow myself to fall apart for him.