Page 103 of The Daddy’s Girl

I look at Amelia, and she seems to notice the same thing. He’s covering for us.

She grins again, nodding toward my groin. I rotate toward her again and show her my dark pink aching cock. She licks her lips at the sight, and I start working my length again.

I can’t help the moan that comes out as I jack myself off for her pleasure. She’s rubbing herself with fierceness now. She’s close to climax, I can tell. Her spine has grown rigid, and her breathing has slowed. So I focus less on her and more on myself, since that is what she wants to see. Looking down, I spit in my palm and continue to work myself in fast and slow tempos, chasing my pleasure. The other hand reaches down, squeezing my balls as I nearly come.

When I hear her hiss, I look up to find her in the throes of her orgasm. She shudders and fidgets in her seat as she rides out the wave of pleasure. It’s the most stunning sight, and all I can think about now is how her arousal is coating her finger, probably dripping down her cunt to pool in her pretty little asshole.

Overcome with a desire—no, an urgency—to lap up every drop, I slide under the table and shift toward her bare legs in the darkness.

I am not a small man. My broad shoulders and thick frame fill the space under the table, but I don’t care how comfortable I am. All I care about at the moment is having her sweet release on my tongue.

Yanking her legs toward me, I delight in her loud gasp as she’s tugged even farther toward the edge. Then I drape her legs over my arms and dive my face between her thighs. I can’t see a thing down here, but I don’t need to see. I’m guided by her scent, inhaling her sweet perfume as my tongue finds her swollen, decadent center.

This is the third time in the last twenty-four hours I’ve had my mouth on her like this. I am a ravenous animal for her. It’s as if I’ve never tasted a pussy before today. It is my new addiction.

She trembles in my hands as I lick up the moisture pooling in her folds and, just as I expected, down the seam to her puckered hole. She screams my name as my tongue prods every beautiful inch of her, lapping up her cum like the horny dog I am.

Rule #29: The worst thing an off-limits man can do is make you fall in love with him.

Amelia

Ican’t see him, but I can feel him. His warm, wet tongue is sliding through my core while I’m sitting in this booth, just waiting to be caught. It’s a surreal and amazing feeling, my little secret beneath the table.

At the sound of my alarming screams, Geo has turned around. With his arms folded, he glances at the seat where Matis just sat, and then his eyes trail to the table in front of me.

His handsome face morphs with a knowing smile. Then, instead of turning around and looking back at the dance floor, he stands there and looks at me.

Now I’m being tongue fucked by my dad’s best friend while my mom’s best friend watches.

What on earth is happening?

Well, I’m about to come again—that’s what’s happening. Even though I can tell that the way Matis is devouring me under this table is not for my pleasure. It’s for his. He delights in my taste, and his mouth is more at home between my legs than anywhere else.

Oh, what’s a girl to do?

My hips jerk forward again as he tugs me farther. Soon I’ll be under this table with him.

I feel so exposed, being watched by Geo like this. And while I know that he probably isn’t aroused by me, or any woman for that matter, he still seems so invested in what’s happening. Almost as if he’s…guiding me through it.

Matis drives his tongue so deep inside me, my hips levitate off the seat. My head falls back with ecstasy. Then he replaces his tongue with two fingers, and I’m a goner.

He fucks me roughly with them, and I can hear the wet sounds of it from here. Closing my eyes, I imagine it’s his cock filling me, stretching me, plunging so deep he prods my insides.

“Fuck,” I cry out, bucking my hips under the table. “I’m coming.”

My second orgasm hits me harder than the first one. It pulses with more intensity and lasts longer. Matis’s fingers and tongue carry me through the entire thing until I’m left buzzing and panting.

When it’s all over, I melt like candle wax into the seat of this booth. They’re going to have to carry me out of here when all is said and done.

I hear a dark chuckle and open my eyes to see Geo watching Matis crawl out from under the table, fixing his shirt and buttoning up the collar where he must have loosened it.

I glance around to make sure no one else I know is here and watching us. It seems safe so far. Now that I have my wits about me, I start to worry that Geo knowing is going to be an issue.

But if he says he won’t tell my mom, I believe him.

Taking his haughty chuckle with him, he leaves us, meandering into the crowd near the bar. I glance up at Matis in the seat across from me. His lips are red and wet from what they just did.

“What’s wrong, Trouble?” he asks.