Page 9 of Off Limits

“I’d love to spend some more time together,” I tell her. “But my daughter’s at my house. Could we go to yours?”

She shakes her head. “Can’t. I live with my parents.”

Oh.

God.

She’s young enough to live with her parents. The thought gives me a pang of guilt, but then I remind myself: she’s twenty-six. And she clearly is no innocent late bloomer. For a split second, I think about suggesting a hotel as a solution, but it’s too tacky. I put a hand on her lower back and guide her to my car, disappointed to realize our night is ending.

I unlock the car and we get in, turning to look at each other.

“Where do you live?” I ask.

“I’m near Nelson and Thurlow,” she answers.

I don’t lift a hand to the ignition. “It’s too bad we couldn’t spend more time together. I had a really nice time tonight, Cynthia. I would have been nice to, you know…keep getting to know each other.” I flash a smile, which she returns.

“Yeah. I was really looking forward to getting to know you better, too.” She tilts her head up towards me, ever so subtly, and I take the hint, lifting a hand to her cheek and bending forward to kiss her.

She makes a little ‘Mmm’ sound as she parts her lips, meeting my tongue with hers, and I slide my hand around the back of her neck, threading my fingers up into her hair and feeling heat coil through me.

The eagerness of her kiss heats my blood. She runs her hands up my arms and over my shoulders, linking her arms around my neck and pressing her small breasts against me. I chuckle softly as she climbs over the console between us and straddles my lap, and then I try not to moan as she presses down against the growing bulge of my cock.

“Have you ever done it in a parking lot?” She peppers me with kisses, grinding herself against me until I swell to my full girth.

“No.” I lay my palms flat against her back. She’s muscular and toned. “But I’m open to it.” I need this woman right here, right now, and consequences be damned. I couldn’t care less that she works with me. Couldn’t care less that we frankly didn’t connect over dinner. I can already tell that there’s no future for Cynthia and I but the way she’s moving on my lap is making my thinking foggy.

I run a hand over the silky fabric of her dress, to the small mound of one breast, feeling her nipple pebble under my touch. She doesn’t have a bra on, and the realization makes my balls tighten.

She reaches down and unzips my pants and then slides a hand inside, over the outside of my briefs and along my hard shaft, making me groan. I close my eyes and exhale a shivery breath as she runs her fingers back up and then dips them into the waistband of my briefs, making contact with the sensitive head of my cock. “Daddy’s got such a big, hard dick,” she purrs.

Oh fuck. My cock twitches in her hands as the first drop of precum moistens the head.

“Does Daddy like that?” she whispers provocatively in my ear.

“Yes.” My voice sounds as strained and urgent as I suddenly feel.

She swivels her palm over my balls and slides her hand back up, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

“Tell me, Daddy. Tell me how much you like that.”

Holy shit. “That’s really good, sweetie,” I manage, my eyes rolling back in my head. “You’re making Daddy feel really good.” My own words threaten to send me over the edge. “You’re such a good girl.”

“Yes.” I can hear the smile in her words. “You like that, don’t you? I knew you would. You’re a dirty daddy, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I huff. “Yes.” Fuck, I’m going to come already. I’m going to come too fast.

“We could do this regularly if you wanted, Daddy. If you wanted a little girl to play with. I could be your little girl as a long-term thing.”

I’m right on the edge, a hair’s breath away from coming, when I feel my release ebb away, just out of reach.

No, I think desperately. No—come back.

“No,” I breathe out loud. Fuck no, I can feel my orgasm receding and I need it so bad. My cock is starting to soften. I was so close.

“No?” she asks, her tone radically different, sharper and less velvet. “What do you mean?” Her hand stops moving.

“No, I mean…” I blow out a frustrated breath as my dick becomes noticeably soft. “Fuck. I don’t know what happened. I was so close.”

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