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Her eyes widen, clearly unused to such crass talk. She recovers quickly. She walks away from me, but I can tell she is still playing the game as her hips swing from side to side. Lily glances at me over her shoulder offering me an innocent smile. It fucking makes my balls ache. Jesus.

Lily takes her apron off as she speaks to Bill. He nods, smiling. He hands her a timecard and she writes on it, pausing to give me a quick once over before she goes back to it. She hands it Bill. He gives her a quick hug, looking at me over her shoulder. I see him whisper in her ear. When he releases her, her cheeks are rosy red. Fucking Bill.

She grabs her keys off the back counter and heads out the door not saying a fucking word to me. Bill shrugs his shoulders before roaring with laughter. Glad we’ve been a source of entertainment for the fucker.

I place a twenty on the bar and follow her outside. She is fumbling with the keys of her car. Is she trying to run from me? Then I see the corner of her mouth tip up. She’s fucking playing with me.

We’ll see how far she wants to take this. I sneak up and grab her from behind, wrapping my hand over her mouth to stifle her scream. My arm sneaks around her middle like a vice, pinning her to my hard body.

I lean down whispering into her ear, “This is why they teach little girls like you not to talk to strangers.”

Lily breaths heavily through her nose. Her pulse jumping visibly in her neck.

She shifts her feet, gravel crunching beneath her sneakers. My cock strains painfully against her ass. I close my eyes, savoring the feel of her helpless in my arms. “If I uncover your mouth are you going to scream, sweetheart?”

She shakes her head no.

I slide my hand down from her mouth, dropping it lightly across her throat. Thump. Thump. Thump. Her pulse beats beneath my palm.

“I’m going to fuck you, just like I promised. Then I’m going to take you home and fuck you some more.” I feel her swallow and my cock jerks in response. Sweet little Lily is perfect. Fucking perfect.

Chapter Twenty-One

Lily

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Fuck this is hot. The fact that this turns me on is somewhat humiliating. Especially since…fuck don’t think of that now. Dan growls in my ear as he drags me to the back of my car. He grabs my hands, pulling them to the top.

“Don’t you dare fucking move them,” he tells me.

My pussy clenches at his demand. He kicks my feet, forcing me to spread my legs wide for him. His big hands slide up my thighs, pushing my jean skirt over my hips. I glance around suddenly worried someone might see us.

He tsks in my ear as he unbuckles his belt. “Eyes closed,” he demands, pushing my panties aside with a finger. His beard brushes across my cheek. “Mmm,” he moans. “So fucking wet for me.”

My legs shake, his praise sending an abundance of endorphins through my system. I wonder if anyone is watching but my eyes are closed so I don’t know. Fuck if that doesn’t excite me.

I’m living. I feel so fucking alive. I moan rolling my forehead over the back window as he slides into me from behind. He thrusts hard and fast, rolling my clit between his finger and thumb. It feels so fucking good.

He grips my hip almost painfully as he comes inside of me. I come right along with him, groaning my release against the window, my breath steaming over the glass.

“Fuck, Lily.” He rests his forehead between my shoulder blades, bracing his arms on either side of my head.

When I glance around to see if anyone saw us he raises his head from my back. “I wouldn’t have let anyone see you,” he says, turning my face towards him.

“I know,” I whisper, turning in his arms. I wrap my fist in his t-shirt and tug on it. “I guess we’re not strangers anymore.” He laughs and swats me on the ass.

“Go on.” He steps away from me, tucking himself back in his pants. He waves his hand towards my beetle as I yank my skirt back into place. “I’ll follow you.” He waits until I get inside my car before tossing his leg over his bike.

Dan kept his word, fucking me all night long. When he finally lets me rest, I fall into a deep sleep.

I stretch happily in my bed and then I hear one of them. Oh no. I get up, tiptoeing across the house to the other wing. The crying gets louder the closer I get to the locked door. It’s always locked, but I still check every time on the off chance it will open.

Of course, it’s locked. My heart beats loudly as I stand in my princess jammies listening to the girl whimper on the other side of the door. I want to help her. I’d go wake daddy to help but he’s never in his room and the servants just shoo me back to my bed, telling me I’m hearing things.

Maybe I am dreaming. It’s the same dream, that’s all. I turn to run back to my room when I hear him.

He’s in there with the girl? I drop to my knees on the plush carpet, trying to peek underneath the door. I can’t see anything.

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