Page 47 of Unwrapping Deviance

Her musky aroma plumes thick in the air between us, a hypnotizing siren’s song beckoning me to crash against her sweet shores, but again — Daniel!

“Get out of the booth, Mira,” I tell her. Warn her. “Get out before I fuck Daddy’s little girl until she screams and cums all over my cock.”

She’s not moving.

Her small hands are white knuckled fists clenched against her thighs, thighs that are squeezed together so hard I almost worry about her breaking a bone. But it’s her eyes. Those damn eyes are so fucking expressive she doesn’t even need to say a word for me to understand.

“Why won’t you move, Mira?” I taunt, already knowing exactly why. “Is your pussy leaking all over the seat? Is there a puddle under your sweet ass?”

Mira drops her gaze. Tries to. I won’t let her. I capture her chin and make her face me. Make her see just how fucking turned on I am by that knowledge.

“Open your legs, sweetheart. Show me.”

Her blush is an ocean of red rising up her throat to flood her face. “Please...”

Daniel takes that moment to return. His gaze shifts from me to Mira and back as he tucks his wallet into his back pocket.

“What’s going on?”

I force the smirk to mask the snarl threatening to curl my lips. Last thing I want is to scare her.

“Your baby wet her panties.”

“Christian!” Mira’s horrified squeak has me tightening my fingers to keep her still when she tries to pull free.

“It’s all over the seat, Daniel. We’re going to need napkins to mop up her pussy juice before the whole town learns what a dirty girl she is.”

“Stop,” she gasps, barely above a whisper.

But she doesn’t see what I see over her head.

She doesn’t see the feral glower on Daniel’s face. The hard grind of his jaw. His flared nostrils as he stares at her legs. She has no idea how close she is to getting mauled by both of us right here on the table.

“Take off your panties, Mira,” I tell her, releasing her face. “Give them to your daddy.”

“What? No...”

“Off,” Daniel commands, silencing her.

She still hesitates, but Daniel and I watch in vicious silence as she tucks trembling hands beneath her skirt and drags her panties down her thighs and over her feet.

Daniel practically rips them from her fingers. The plain, cotton fabric is dark all across the crotch and down the crack. Ifthe heavy scent of her pussy wasn’t a lingering force consuming my life, I would have thought she spilled water in her lap.

“Fuck, baby,” Daniel growls, running his fingers through the moisture. “You’ve made such a mess.”

“Please, stop,” she begs, thighs practically overlapping as she tries to stifle another flow. “There’s so much...”

“Get out of the booth,” Daniel orders, folding the scrap of fabric and tucking it into his pocket. “Walk to the register and ask for napkins. Then you’re going to clean your mess.”

There’s panic in her pretty eyes, but Mira doesn’t voice her concerns when she carefully slides out of her seat. Her legs tremble. The hem of her skirt at the back is damp, a darker purple than the rest. But my main focus is the puddle on the plastic. The glistening smear of her arousal making the light pink glisten.

Daniel and I lock gazes as Mira wobbles her way to where Mabel is watching her approach with apprehension.

“How much longer?” I grit out through my teeth.

Daniel only shakes his head. “She’s not ready.”

Both my eyebrows rocket up to my hairline. “Are you fucking serious?” I wave a hand over the Atlantic Ocean she’s created on the seat. “She’s fucking ready.”

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