Page 9 of Depraved Favors

Peyton sits across from her, stealing a few glances at me as we eat in silence. The phone Brit had set down on the surface starts vibrating violently. I watch as Peyton’s eyes narrow on it, then she focuses back on her food.

Brit gasps, reading something on the screen and dropping the bagel onto the plate. “W-what happened?” she whispers, her wide eyes on Peyton.

She shrugs. “What do you mean?”

Brit blinks, her hand trembling. “You broke up with Jacob? Why?”

Peyton turns her head to stare at the wall, facing away from both of us. “Because he cheated on me. He doesn’t even deserve for me to wait to break up in person.”

“He cheated?” Brit breathes out.

My heart hammers in my chest as I stare at my daughter. I’m not sure what I’m hoping for, maybe a confession or admission of guilt. Something that expresses how sorry she is, but they sit in silence, waiting for the other to speak.

Peyton shakes her head, licking her lips and then pushing off to stand from the table. “Anyway, I turned off my phone and I figured he would call you so I turned yours off too so we could all sleep in peace. If you want to reply to him, you can. But I won’t be. Actually, I would prefer it if we get ready and head into town.

Clearing my throat, I give them a weak smile. “I’m ready when you girls are.”

I grip the steering wheel tighter, watching them walk off. My gaze is trapped on the ass of the sexy brunette. Slumping into my seat, I wait as they disappear from view and remain parked. I took off the day from work, so I have nowhere else to be. They’re spending the day shopping, and I guess it’s supposed to last until the afternoon.

I don’t know how long I’m sitting there till the passenger door flings open. Peyton steps on the running board, staring at me expectantly. “Tell me right now that you’ll fuck me or I’m finding someone else.”

My heart sinks in my chest, and my mouth drops open. Her eyebrows raise, but I finally find my voice when she moves to shut the door.

“Get in the truck.” I glance over her shoulder, expecting my daughter to appear behind her.

“She’s getting her hair touched up. She thinks I’m getting waxed,” Peyton says with a smirk. She climbs in as I start my truck back up and pull out of the parking lot. Nerves course through me because I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t stop myself.

“You sure about this?” I ask, pulling onto the highway. There’s a diner right off the main route that has a long road behind it, blocked by trees. Everyone in town knows it’s a hookup spot, and the cops don’t care to bust anyone since it’s pretty secluded. “I just mean I’m kind of old for you.”

Peyton laughs, taking her sweatshirt off and tossing it to the floor. I turn up my heat, giving in to a quick glance of her as she lifts her hips and unbuttons her jeans, pushing them down. It leaves her in a t-shirt and panties again, and it’s quickly becoming my weakness.

“Who cares how old you are when you’re so fucking hot I get wet just looking at you.” She smirks.

My cock is hard. I’m surprised my zipper isn’t coming undone from the stretch of trying to keep him contained. I step on the gas pedal, speeding the last few minutes to the diner and pulling around back to park.

I slide the seat back, and lower the back rest while pushing my jeans to my knees. She shucks off her panties before climbing over the console and straddling my lap. I grip her bare ass, kneading her cheeks as she settles on my hard cock. The fact that I went without briefs today should be a sign I was ready to do this from the start.

Her wet heat rubs against my shaft, and I groan when she rocks her hips. I slide my hands under her shirt, unclipping her bra so I can palm her breasts without restraint. She lets out a small gasp when I twist her nipples, rolling the taut buds between my fingers. Peyton pulls her shirt and bra off, throwing them into the passenger seat.

My gaze drops to her perky tits and her dusky pink tips.

“Suck them, please,” she begs, and I pull one into my mouth without another thought. Her nails dig into my shoulder, and she lets out a sharp cry as her pussy spasms against my length, drenching me with her juices. My lips curl in amusement. The little minx is sensitive to nipple play, and that makes it all more fun because I love suckling on breasts.

I switch to the other tit, kneading them in my hands as she pants above me. It’s only a few moments before she’s so wet I can feel her leaking all over my lap. Letting go of her precious mounds, I tap her thighs so she’ll lift up, and I grab my dick.

“You know how to ride a cock, honey?”

She lines up her entrance to my tip and sinks down. I grip her hips and let her impale herself. Peyton’s eyes roll as she takes inch after inch. She pauses a few inches from my base.

“You’re really big,” she whispers.

I slide my thumb down to her clit, rubbing in slow circles. “We’ll make it fit. Let’s get you a little more relaxed for me.”

Peyton arches her chest, leaning back and grabbing the console and side of the car so I suck on her breasts as I play with her clit. I grab her hip and guide her to slide up and down a few times as her pussy grows wetter. When I feel her tight walls start to give way a bit more, I thrust up as her mouth drops open in a silent scream.

“There we go,” I grunt out, keeping her flush to my pelvis. “Look at you taking my entire cock.”

Her breasts quiver and her body trembles before she finally glances down.

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