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“You’re a very pretty girl,” I rasp, my right hand slipping slightly lower on her back, magnetized by a place it has no right to go. “Everyone is jealous that I’m the one dancing with you.”
“You think so?” She bites her lip, sneaks a glance at the bar. “Maybe we should make them even more jealous.”
My cock pulses hotly. “How would we do that?”
“I don’t know…” Slowly, she hooks a thigh around hip. Looking me in the eye, she grinds her pussy on my erection. Once, twice, three times. “We could dance sexier. Like this.”
There’s no keeping my hand off her delectable ass now. Not when she’s giving me friction, throwing open the gateway of my need, making me need more. Breathing hard, I check our surroundings to make sure no one is looking, then I grip her tight ass beneath her skirt, pulling, pushing, helping her hump me. “They’re definitely jealous now.”
“Yeah,” she says, her face beginning to flush with desire and exertion. “What else can we do to make them jealous, Daddy?”
“We’re already doing way too much.” I trace the split of her backside with my finger. Satisfied that no one can see what me hand is going, I tuck the pad of my middle finger against her asshole and rub in slow circles, timing them with the grind of our sexes. “You’re going to get me in trouble, little girl.”
“I’m not going to tell.” Her eyes are closed, almost as if she’s overcome by the euphoria of what we’re doing—and Jesus, so am I. My heart is slamming up against the insides of my rib cage, sweat is rolling down my spine. To say I’m turned on would be understating the facts. I’m burning alive for her. I’m horny in a sick, dirty way that makes a thick pulse pound in my balls. “I won’t tell no matter what we do,” she finishes. “Even if we kiss.”
“We can’t,” I growl.
But even as I say those words, I take both of her ass cheeks in my hands and knead them like dough, lifting her slightly off the ground when drag her pussy up and down my lap. It’s becoming painfully obvious that we can’t continue this game here on the main floor of the bar. This doesn’t end without me pounding her little cunt like a madman. But underneath the surface of the beauty pouting up at me, Grace is my wife and she’s still angry. If I push too far too soon, this intimate bubble could burst and that would kill me. Maybe even literally. My next breath seems to hinge on the forbidden friction of her pussy.
She pouts at me. “I want a kiss.” With a frustrated sound, I lean down and drop a quick kiss onto her soft lips, looking around quickly to make sure no one saw me. But she tugs on the ends of my hair, drawing my attention back. “Not like that…” she says. “Like this.”
When I drag her to a high point on my lap, she catches my mouth and God help me, I keep her positioned there, thighs parted around my hips in the middle of this crowded bar, my cock shamefully erect and wedged into the notch of her thighs. And then, oh Jesus, her tongue sweeps into my mouth and a rushing sound travels past my ears, my pulse turning erratic. I’ve kissed her millions of times in my life and I’ll kiss her a million more, but this time it’s beyond naughty. It’s illegal. It’s dangerous. But that can’t stop us.
Nothing can stop us now, because she tastes too good. Too mine. She’s young and fresh and innocent. A juicy, tempting piece of fruit from the Tree of Life. Her youth and curiosity and budding sexuality call to the provider in me, call on me to teach her. Before I can remind myself this is wrong, that once I go down this path with my little girl, I’ll never be able to turn back, I’m kissing her with a ravenous mouth. There’s no mistaking the carnality of what we’re doing and it doesn’t—it can’t—happen. But it is, nonetheless. My tongue is in her mouth and she’s writhing on my shaft like she instinctively knows it’s time for her first cock. Am I really going to give it to her? Am I really a man who does something like this?
“I feel ticklish, Daddy,” she says haltingly against my mouth. “What’s happening to me?”
I grit my teeth to keep from coming in my pants. “Whatever you’re feeling is natural. You just shouldn’t be feeling it with me.”
“I don’t want to feel like this with anyone else,” she returns quietly, looking up at me with those earnest blue eyes. “I’m safest with you.”
“Yes, you are.” I mold her hot, little ass in my hands. “Neither one of us will be safe if people find out about this. Especially…”
