Page 122 of Daddy's Little Mama Bear

“Verbal answers,” Daddy said.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.

She felt his fingers lightly trailing up her thigh and towards her pussy. Excitement and nerves ran through her body at the same time. She was excited because this was new and arousingbut at the same time she was nervous because what if they got caught?

“Eyes on me. I don't want you thinking about anything else but what's happening right now. I'm listening and watching out for things,” Daddy said.

Janie nodded her head and kept her eyes on him. Her whole focus was on him and where his fingers were going.

“Are you going to be my good Little girl?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered. her breath hitched as his fingers got closer and closer to her pussy. Oh how she wanted him to touch her there. She had been longing for this moment for a while. Janie couldn't deny that before she moved in with him she had fantasized about this moment. and she had definitely dreamed about it more and more when they were sleeping in the same house.

It was agonizing to know that he was down the hallway, so close and yet so far. He had told her several times that she was more than welcome to sleep in the same bed but she didn't trust herself back then. They weren't together and she had thought things were temporary.

His fingers ever so slightly glided between her folds and she closed her eyes at the pleasure shot through her body.

“Eyes on Daddy,” he said.

Her eyes opened and found his again. she could see the hunger in his eye as he continued to run his fingers through her folds.

“Such a good girl,” he gently said.

His fingers left and she let out a whine. She didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.

“Here is your food and drinks. I hope you guys enjoy it. If you need anything, let me know,” the server said.

“Thank you,” Daddy replied.

Janie looked down at her plate and saw chicken alfredo. A smile broke out on her face. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Anything for you. Now, let’s eat and talk.”

Before she could do anything though, Daddy grabbed her plate and started to cut up the noodles. He forked up some and brought it to his lips, touching it before he put it back down.

“It’s all good for you to eat now,” Daddy said.

“Thank you.” She wouldn’t have checked if it was too hot or the perfect temperature. Gratitude filled her body as she looked at him.

Daddy leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “Welcome.”

Janie started to eat the chicken alfredo. It was absolutely delicious and she couldn’t get enough of it. Right as she was about to take another bite, she felt his hand touch her thigh. Was he going to do it now while they ate? She looked over at him but he was looking at his plate, putting food on his fork.

Daddy looked over. “Is the food not good?” he asked.

She blinked several times. “It’s delicious.”

“Then why have you stopped eating?”

“Because your hand is on my thigh.”

He raised his eyebrow at her. “Continue to eat. I’m not moving my hand.”

Janie sighed and continued to eat her pasta. She probably shouldn’t be so shocked since they had done stuff a couple minutes before. Every once in a while his hand would move closer and closer to her pussy.

She took a shaky breath in and tried to pretend like nothing was happening. But it was so hard. All she wanted to do was squirm in her seat and beg him to touch her, make her come.

He slid his fingers through her folds a couple times before pushing one into her. Janie gasped, closed her eyes, and stopped moving. She wasn't expecting him to do that.

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