Daddy's Little Liar - Maren Smith Page 0,47

faltered, her pussy spasming. Her belly flinched as those car doors somewhere beyond her sight shut again, and an engine started up. The other people were leaving. Was that what gave her the courage to lay all the way back and put her other hand now into play as well, or was it the way he watched her? She couldn’t see his eyes for the shadows, but she could feel them, and when she looked below his belt, she saw the bulge of his cock was still every bit as hard as it had been when she’d felt it grinding against her ass. He wanted her. She wanted him more. And yes, she wanted him inside her.

Clamping her lips tight together, she thrust two fingers into herself, her other hand playing her clit fast and fierce.

“Slow,” he told her. “Daddy wants to take his time with you.”

She didn’t want slow. She wanted to come fast and hard, then get the hell out of this parking lot.

Turning her face into the seatback, she obediently slowed her stroking caresses.

“Slow thrusts now, slow, but deep. Daddy’s cock is thicker than that. Get another finger in there.”

She was going to come. Her back arched, struggling to hold the wildness of the pleasure swelling to get out. Her thighs shook, and the stroking of both hands became erratic.

More than just two people came noisily out of the pizza shop now.

“Don’t stop,” Kace ordered. “Keep thrusting. Daddy wants you hard now.”

She made herself obey. Gritting her teeth, she pumped into her own pussy, stroked her own clit, choked back the keening whimper as she lost the fight not to come. Her pussy spasmed hard, and the flood gates of pleasure released.

“Don’t stop.”

Every muscle locked down when she came, and she couldn’t obey. She also couldn’t be quiet. At the first gasp of her groaning cry erupted alongside her wracking orgasm, she quickly clapped both hands over her mouth. Did someone hear her, or was it a coincidence the group now heading for their cars paused, then laughed? She had no idea, but in that instant, her waning orgasm sparked all over again as Daddy took up where she’d lost control.

His thumb pushed up into her where her fingers had just been, and her whole body launched into another even harder wave of shaking.

She bucked, her hips possessed by a life all their own as she twitched and rocked, her muscles too locked to ride his thrusting digit the way she needed to. He seemed to know it because he more than made up for it, pumping his thumb deeper, pulling out to insert two fingers so he could reach deeper still and—she jerked, her arms snapping out to grab the seat and steering wheel—twist. He curled his fingers inside her, caressing that secret spot that hit her clit from within.

Too much.

She vaulted to sit up, but he caught her by the neck again, pulling her mouth to his in a conquering kiss.

Her legs snapped together and clamped around him as he moved in closer between them.

She grabbed his arms, then his shoulders. She might have grabbed his hair, but he didn’t seem to care. She was alternately trying to climb him like a monkey and crab-crawl her way out the driver’s door behind her, but her body wouldn’t obey her. Every arching, gasping, undulating movement was pure instinct as she both chased and begged to escape the orgasm he so ruthlessly drove her toward.

“No, no,” she wept into his mouth.

Yes, was the pounding of his fingers and the press of his thumb as he stroked her clit inside and out.

“Daddy’s good girl,” he growled into her mouth, and she burst into tears as every muscle she had locked again, shaking so hard it was a wonder she didn’t tremble the truck as she fell apart.

He forced her to ride that wave too, from crushing crescendo to the ultimate fall as pleasure abandoned her, dropping her back into a body so weak and spent that she couldn’t stop shaking. Her pussy was twitching; her clit felt raw. It was the best sex she’d ever had in her life, whether he’d put his cock into her or not, and she couldn’t stop crying.

Why was she crying?

“Shh,” Daddy chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in close and tight to her chest.

Had she any strength, she’d have hugged him back, with her legs as well as her arms. She’d never wanted to be held so badly or