Page 9 of DILF

Deep in his chest, he growls. Actually fucking growls, and it sets me on fire. I take his hand and put it on my thigh, which is pretty much bare since my skirt has inched its way higher as I wiggle restlessly on the bench seat. He pulls it away, but I press my hand on his more firmly this time.

“It’s fine,” I whisper. “I know you want me, Mr. Edwards. I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me since coming home.” I move his hand up my thigh almost to the hem of my skirt, and he squeezes as if that would stop its ascent. “No one has to know,” I whisper again as I unbuckle my seat belt and part my legs a little and push his hand up, his pinky is now skirting the silky panel between my legs.

“Mr. Edwards, I might be wrong, but I don’t think I am. You haven’t had sex in a long time. Probably since Mrs. Edwards, and no offense, she always seemed frigid. I’ve only had sex one time, and that was two years ago. I need it. I want it. And if you don’t help me out, I know someone else who will.”

He turns abruptly into an empty and completely unlit parking lot and parks the car. His face is masked with fury. He grabs hold of both my wrists and shakes me. “You’re playing with fire, little girl, and you’re going to get fucking burned. You’re being completely inappropriate.”

I lean close to him and drop my voice to a whisper. “I want to get burned. And let’s not pretend you talking about my nipples this morning wasn’t inappropriate.” Even though I want to sound confident, I know my voice is shaky. I pull my hands from his grip. “It’s not wrong. We’re both adults.”

“It’s very fucking wrong,” he says, running a hand down his face. “You’re too young. You’re Charlotte’s best fucking friend.” He looks out the front window, avoiding more eye contact, and that tick is getting worse.

“It’s not wrong if it’s just your fingers, Mr. Edwards.” I take his hand and suck on his index finger. His breath is now labored. “Just one. One of your fingers in my pussy would work. It’s so thick. I bet I could come with just that one finger. I’ve never come that way before.”

He shakes his head. “No.” He jerks his hand away. “You’re just a kid.”

“I’m eighteen. And I’ve had sex before, it’s not like you’d be taking my virginity.” I shift in the seat and lean back against the door. “So you think it’s wrong to touch me?” I ask him, innocently inching my skirt up further. He’s still not looking at me.

“Yes,” he says through gritted teeth.

I part my knees, exposing my panties to him. “So, don’t touch me.”

He looks over at me, and then a little lower to where he can see my legs part wide open and his eyes widen in disbelief. “Lily!” he barks.

“You said it was wrong for you to touch me. So, don’t touch me,” I repeat, and begin to slide my panties to the side. “Just watch me touch myself.”

“Jesus Christ, Lily!”

“I’ll just picture that thick finger sliding inside me,” I say, moving the panel from my underwear aside, exposing my pussy lips to him. He doesn’t look away, and his eyes are heated.

“I’m your best friend’s father.” It comes out hoarse and strangled. I’m not even sure why he’s still fighting it. Clearly, he wants it as much as I do.

“You’re hot. You also happen to be a dad. A hot dad I want to fuck.”

He groans again and closes his eyes as if completely tormented. “I’m also too old for you.”

“You’re perfect. You have experience,” I say. “I want experience. I want someone who knows what do to my pussy.”

“You’re too young.”

“I’m not.” I begin to rub my clit. “And you want soft young pussy, don’t you? Come closer and look at it.”

He licks his lips and a deep guttural sound escapes his lips.

“You can touch me yourself too, Mr. Edwards,” I say with a moan and close my eyes, his eyes on me. Touching myself with him watching is the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I’m too far gone to worry about it. I’ve never felt so powerful and in control before. This man lost to his lust because of me. It’s a heady experience, which fuels my courage.

“Fuck,” he groans, and I hear the tines from his zipper. Still rubbing my clit, I open my eyes, and freeze when I see his big, thick cock, held in his fist. It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. I may have only had sex once, but I’ve fooled around with enough boys to know that they’re all different. But this…this is a man’s cock. The thick angry vein wanting release…my mouth waters.

“Oh my God.” I can’t stop staring at it, and I rub my clit faster.

“Put two fingers inside of yourself,” he demands, and I do as he says while he jerks himself off.

His eyes look dangerous and I’m afraid I made a colossal mistake goading on a man like Mr. Edwards. I’m so clearly out of my league. A tremor rushes down my spine. His body is too big for the small cab of his truck, but he makes due by turning his body completely toward me and moving closer. “Keep fucking yourself, Lily,” he demands, getting a closer look at my fingers, at my pussy, at everything. “Do you ever play with your ass, little girl?”

I stop and stare at him.

“I didn’t tell you to stop. Keep fucking yourself,” he demands, through gritted teeth. “Hold your pussy lips open with your other hand, Lily.”

I do what he says, feeling so exposed like this. My pussy lips open with one hand, two fingers pumping in and out with the other, and my legs spread, one ankle on the dashboard and the other over the seat. But he doesn’t touch me, and I can hear the sound coming from my fingers as I fuck myself.

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