He pulled me back by my hair so that his cock left my mouth with an audible pop.
I scowled up at him while he tucked himself away. I had been enjoying myself.
"Stand up," he said, shortly. As soon as I was on my feet he kissed me, hard enough that I knew my lips would be swollen afterwards. I gave as good as I got, tangling my hands in his hair and biting his bottom lip until he groaned. He leaned into me until my back was flush against the shelves. Our height difference wasn't huge but in that moment I felt dwarfed and absolutely at his mercy. I loved it.
He slid his phone out of his chest pocket and swiped until the vibration was constant and rumbling hard against my clit. My mouth dropped open and my gasps quickly became stifled moans. He gripped the shelves to either side of me, boxing me in. His eyes were on my face and there was a satisfied smirk playing around his lips.
My head fell back, knocking against the shelf but I didn't care. My nerves were at maximum capacity and it was all I could do to keep quiet. I was going to cum. Hard. My legs were trembling. Even leaning against the shelf, I almost fell. He wrapped his arms around me for support and it would've looked like an long hug to anyone passing by. If they didn't notice that I was clutching at him desperately, with my panting breaths and whimpers in his ear.
"Fuck — Daddy — I'm going to cum — too good — I have to — c-can I?" I was so, so close but I couldn't without his permission. My body knew whom it answered to.
"Do it, baby. Cum hard for me. Right here where anyone can see what a filthy little slut you are. My own little fucking whore. Now."
"Oh Daddy — Daddy Daddy Daddy—"
I fell over the edge. Pressing my face into his neck, I dug my nails into his clothed shoulders and held on desperately. I ground my chest against him, nipples aching for touch or friction, anything. My hips jerked of their own accord against him, cunt clenching. So wet, I felt it trickling down my inner thigh. Wave after wave, I was mindless in my pleasure and past the point of any control. My gasps and moans were muffled against his skin but probably not enough.
"Mmm, good girl," he murmured in my ear. I nodded my head, riding out the last of my orgasm. He kissed me and rubbed my back soothingly.
I stifled a yelp as the vibrations of the toy went from just enough to way too much. "Sensitive now," I said, reaching down to hold the power button on the Ferri. I stepped away from him and smoothed my clothes down. Aftershocks were running through me and I still felt shaky on my feet. "Um, how loud was that?"
"Not too terribly loud, but it's probably time for us to go."
"Probably," I agreed. "How do I look?"
He grinned. "Your face is really, really red."
I covered my face in embarrassment and could feel the heat of my skin under my fingertips. He laughed at me and pulled my hands away to kiss my flushed cheek. "Let's go."
We wound our way through the shelves back towards the front of the store. The employees were still sorting and labeling newly acquired books. Maybe I was paranoid but I thought they exchanged a look with each other. I busied myself with pulling my card out of my wallet to avoid making eye contact. The college kid employee checked us out, my two books and the four that Daddy had found. We were making our way to the door when he said it.
"Thanks, come again."
I bit my lip and tried my hardest to stifle my embarrassed laughter. Coincidence or...?
"Thank you, we will," Daddy answered lightly, opening the door for me.
The glass door had just swung shut behind us when I erupted into giggles.
"That was very fun," I said, gasping for breath.
"I'm surprised you didn't get us caught. You weren't very quiet," Daddy remarked.
"I'll try harder next time."
I opened my car door and Daddy did the same. As I slid into the seat, I let my skirt ride up and made no attempt to fix it. Just because. Daddy had his seatbelt on and his phone out, selecting music for the drive. I caught his glance over at me and knew that he had noticed my bare thighs.
The game wasn't over.
I had cum from the vibrator, but I wanted more. I wanted to be stretched and filled and fucked hard. I was aching to feel his cock and I wouldn't be satisfied until I did.
I watched him as he drove, admiring his profile. His shoulders and the taut line of his arms to the steering wheel. His hands, holding the wheel when I wanted them to be holding my throat.
"I'm mad at you," I announced, suddenly.
He glanced over at me with a speculative look on his face. "Oh yeah? Why is that?"
"You interrupted me. I was *enjoying* myself."
"I'm sure you'll get another chance," he replied, smirking.
"I will," I agreed. "Right now. Pull over."
"You can wait."
I furrowed my brow, annoyed.
"Now."
"No," he said, calmly.
I pulled the small side lever to recline my seat. Lying back, I lifted my hips and pushed the sodden lace thong down until it fell into the floorboard at my feet. The Ferri was still attached to it but I had different stimulation in mind. Running my hands from my knees to my inner thighs, I moved my skirt up to my waist.
He was resolutely not looking at me, but I could see the white-knuckled grip he had on the steering wheel.
"You don't have to look, Daddy. Just listen."
I ran two fingers along my slit, still so wet from our earlier play. I swirled them over my clit and gasped at the sensitivity left behind by the rumbly vibrator. I knew what I needed.
I sunk my fingers into myself with a grateful sigh. I was tight and warm to my own touch, feeling my pussy stretch and clench. I started to fuck myself with my fingers. My toes curled in the knee socks, it felt so good. There was no way to miss the wet sounds of my fingers thrusting in and out. I knew he could hear it.
