Page 122 of The Daddy’s Girl

Then his eyes dash over to the door of the restaurant. It takes me a moment to gather what he’s doing, but when I figure it out, I cover my mouth with my hand.

And just as everyone finishes singing, I excuse myself to the bathroom.

Rule #34: When you play with fire, you’re bound to get burned.

Matis

After giving Amelia a five-minute head start, I stand from the table without a word and make my way inside the restaurant. The patio is on the rooftop, so I scurry down the stairs toward the bathrooms. They are in a small alcove just off the kitchen.

I squeeze past a table and see Amelia standing alone when she glances up and gives me a sly smile. I’m not sure what my plan was. I certainly don’t want to pull her into the bathroom—that’s no place to touch her the way I want to.

But just as I step up to greet her, she grabs my wrist and pulls me deeper into the alcove. There’s a dark storage room at the end of the narrow hall that stores things like coats and extra chairs. The moment we turn the corner, I press her against the wall and take her mouth in a desperate kiss.

She hums against me, and our hands don’t waste a single moment. While our tongues tangle, she’s pulling at my belt and I’m lifting her skirt and yanking her panties down her slender legs.

The sound of the restaurant and people talking just around the corner has my heart racing and adrenaline spiking. Anyone could round this corner at any moment and find us here. It’s no place to fuck her, but I can’t help myself. I swear I’ll die if I have to go another second without being inside her.

Amelia has my pants undone and my cock in her hand in nearly two seconds. As soon as I feel her palm against the hot skin of my dick, I wrap my hands around her thighs and hoist her off the floor.

She leans her upper half against the wall with her skirt around her hips. Looking down, I see her glistening cunt in the dark room of the restaurant. Gathering saliva in my mouth, I spit directly on her pretty pussy.

With her hand over her own mouth, she muffles her gasp. Pressing her body against the wall, I force my cock inside her quickly in one hard stroke.

Amelia hangs her head back as her spine arches from pleasure. Her body already feels like home to me. The way her cunt squeezes my dick. The feel of her soft thighs around my waist. The lightness of her frame in my arms.

I pound into her relentlessly as we try our hardest to stay quiet. I pray the sound of our panting breaths and bodies smacking together is drowned out by the din of voices in the restaurant.

“Harder,” she breathes into my ear.

My grip on her hips couldn’t be tighter. Sweat beads on the back of my neck as my hips thrust, fucking her in a quick, rough cadence. Just as her pussy walls constrict, she lets out a moan.

“Stay quiet, Trouble,” I whisper.

She claps her hand back over her mouth. Then our eyes meet, and even though I can’t see her lips, it’s obvious she’s smiling from the crinkle of her eyes.

“I want to fuck you every day for the rest of my life,” I mouth, and she makes out every word by my breath and the movement of my lips.

“Yes, don’t stop,” she whimpers quietly. “Fuck me.”

Her filthy requests send a rush of heat to my cock, but I wonder if Amelia doesn’t quite understand what I’m saying. I want to fuck her forever. I want her in my life. In my bed. Always.

The tremble of her legs around me tells me that she’s close. Writhing in my arms, she latches on to the back of my neck and pulls my lips to hers.

“Fill me up, Daddy,” she whispers.

My eyes close in aroused desperation. I wish I could. God, I wish I could.

But I know Amelia is not on birth control, and I won’t do that to her. Not yet.

Of course, thinking about my cum coating the inside of her womb, filling her with my seed, her belly swollen with our child…the vision sends me coursing into my climax.

At the last moment, I yank myself out of her and press the head of my dick against her bare stomach. Looking down, we both watch the white ropes cover her pale skin. Releasing one of her legs, I hold my cock in my hand and press the tip against her stomach, wishing I didn’t have to do this.

With a sigh, I rest my forehead against hers. She tilts her head up toward me and kisses me with a smile.

“That was fun,” she whispers.

“Yes, it was,” I reply while putting my dick away and zipping my pants back up. My head turns as my eyes rake around the small storage area. There’s not a single towel, napkin, or tissue in this small space. “But now what are we going to do with this mess?”