Page 11 of Dirty Little Secret

“Aren’t those your friends over there?” I motion to the door where a group of guys have just walked in. Nick’s eyes light up, then he glances at me. I chuckle and pat him on the back.

“Go on, then.”

“Thanks Dad.” Nick smiles at me, then he nods at my phone. “You should text her back. You deserve to have some fun and that chick sounds wild.”

He stands up and walks over to his friends, slinging an arm around two different girls, smiling as he and his friends head off. Whatever guilt I feel dissolves, and I find myself anticipating the fun I’m going to have with Holly. She’s clearly in need of someone to take care of her darker needs, and I know I’m the man for the job.

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Hollyand I text each other a lot over the next few days. She sends me photos of herself that are so fucking sexy they leave me like a dying man in a desert with a drop of water and desperately in need of more. She’s teasing me, daring me to take things further and eventually, I find myself standing outside her apartment.

I watch the shadow of her body moving in front of her bedroom window and large balcony doors. Her curtains are only halfway drawn, giving me a view of her naked body walking back and forth as she gets ready for bed.

“Come on baby, get into bed so Daddy can play,” I mutter.

I wait, watching her get ready for bed, turn off her light, and settle in. Then, I give it another half an hour, until I'm sure she's asleep. Stepping out of my car, checking to make sure no one might see me, I cross the street, climb up her fire escape, and sneak in through her windows, which is unlocked, just as she promised.

I stand in the corner of her bedroom, just watching for a moment. She's beautiful like this, her entire body lax with sleep, hair splayed out. She washed her face but still stinks of the outdoors, of sweat, of release. I breathe in deeply, and prowl to her bed.

“Fucking beautiful,” I murmur to myself.

She doesn't stir as I sit down and slowly tug down the single sheet hiding her body from my greedy eyes, revealing her naked form. Fuck, it's like she's begging me to fuck her.

And I want to, goddamn do I want to.

Patience.

She stirs, moaning sleepily, and rolls onto her back, her knees splaying out. I bite my lower lip hard and palm my cock through my slacks in order to control myself, to not simply unzip and force her legs wide open and fuck her harder than she’s been fucked in her life. The streetlights coming from outside her window bathe her in a soft yellow hue, and I can see the shine of her moisture clinging to her thighs and her swollen, red lips.

Fuck.

She's temptation incarnate. What the fuck does she expect me to do?

I slide closer, the bed dipping beneath my weight. She whimpers, but she doesn't wake up. She doesn't react when I touch her, lightly, sliding a finger between her legs and barely curling it. She's so wet she must be dreaming about me.

With a curse, I push myself upright and then climb back onto her bed, gently coaxing her legs as far apart as I can get them without waking her up. Poor thing must be exhausted, because she doesn't even react. She’s such a good, obedient little girl, even in her sleep.

I can see her phone on her nightstand. A sly smile crosses my face as I consider it, before reaching over and taking it, swiping to the camera. I focus in on her, her swollen and red lips and how they part for my fingers when I push them inside her. My thumb caresses her clit, just enough to make her thighs quiver and her back arch just like she did at the hotel right before she came.

Christ, that was hot.

Hottest fucking thing I'd experienced in a long time, watching this beautiful little girl get herself off while I watched from a distance. I curl my fingers a little more, until I can feel the rougher, sensitive place inside her. She purrs like a needy little kitten, arching up into the touch and biting her lower lip. I rub my thumb back and forth over her clit a little harder, in time with the curl of my fingers. She's already clenching around me.

I take a photo, and then another when I realize the sound is off, of my fingers buried inside her while she twists on her bed and moans like a whore. I imagine what she'll think when she wakes up, so sore and satisfied. When she sees these photos on her phone, she’ll know what I did to her in the middle of the night.

It's enough to make my cock twitch, impatient and demanding. I want to feel her tight pussy contract around me so bad, but there's no way I won't wake her up if I fuck her for real.

Besides, I want to enjoy this for a while, the thrill of being chased, for as long as I can stick it out.

Her breathing grows unsteady, brow creasing, her lips parted. I stifle a growl behind my teeth when she moans, louder, trembling beneath me. She’s such a perfect girl, desperate for Daddy’s touch. I want nothing more than to make her come in her sleep, with just my hand, so that’s what I do.

Grinding her hips down onto my fingers, she climaxes with a short, sharp cry, clenching and shivering around me. Her entire body convulses when I keep touching her clit, drawing out the aftershocks until I see her lashes flutter again, threatening to open.

I take one more picture, of my fingers, shining with her juices, resting on her abused pussy, before I set her phone back down. I drag my hands down her thighs, push them together, and tuck her back in.

“Sleep well, my perfect little girl.”

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