Page 19 of Don't Let Your Mind Go There

I finished my food as well and then took a sip of my water, right before the waitress came to take away our empty plates. “Can I get you dessert?” she asked.

“No, thank you. I’d like to pay, please.”

“Of course. I will get you the receipt and you can pay in the front.”

“All right, thanks.”

She left, and I turned toward Dad, taking his hand under the table. “Daddy?”

“Yes, sweetheart.”

“Maybe we can do this more often when we’re back home. Going out for lunch or dinner just the two of us. I think that would be good for our relationship.”

He squeezed my hand, then lifted it to his lips to press a kiss to my fingers. “We’ll see, baby.”

I smiled and watched him press one more kiss to my fingers, before he dropped my hand to his crotch, making me cup his cock over his jeans.

He surprised me more and more by how nonchalant he was about these things. It was the little things that made me love him more and more, and I was glad he wasn’t pushing me away again. At least not when we were alone.

“When we get back to the car, I want you to do something for me,” he told me, keeping his hand over mine while I rubbed his cock.

“Anything.”

He smirked. He stayed silent when the waitress came back with our receipt, and once she left, he turned to me and said, “On our drive back, I want you mouth on my cock.”

My heart started pounding in my chest, and I got excited. “Okay.”

“Just like last night, but without the clothes,” he added.

I knew what he meant. He wanted me to give him a blowjob, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to say no to that. “Okay,” I said again, with excitement I my voice.

He made me squeeze his dick harder, and he leaned in to kiss my jaw. “Naughty girl. You’d do anything if I asked you too, hm?”

I nodded and squeezed his hardness, feeling him throb against the palm of my hand. “Yes. For you, I would.”

He let go of my hand and lifted his to cup the back of my head. Pulling me closer, he kissed my lips in front of everyone in this diner. But it didn’t matter who’d see because no one knew what we were. They didn’t know we were dad and daughter.

I moaned when he gripped my hair tighter, and I moved my hand further down, cupping his balls. That got a reaction out of him. He tensed and pushed his hips into my hand, silently telling me that he wanted more.

I’d make sure to give his balls some attention too when I’d give him a blowjob in the car later.

Dad broke the kiss and looked at me with lust in his eyes. “Let’s go.”

I let him pull me up, and after he paid for our food, we headed outside to the car and got in. I wanted to put on my seatbelt, but then remembered what Dad asked of me, and I stopped to look over at him.

He hadn’t turned on the car yet, and I watched as he unbuckled his belt before unbuttoning his pants, pushing them down his hips just enough to expose his cock. It was hard, and it rested against his lower stomach.

I pressed my lips together tightly, unable to take my eyes off of it.

“Have you ever done this before?” he asked, reaching out his hand to cup the side of my head.

“Yes,” was all I said.

“With whom?”

“Does it matter?”

Dad shrugged, then he shook his head. “No, it doesn’t.” He pulled me closer, leaning in himself until his lips covered mine. His kiss was gentle at first, but he deepened it by parting his lips, and sliding his tongue into my mouth.

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