LOGINI was on his lap with my back pressed tight against Ethan’s chest, when his hand started moving. The living room felt too open and just too quiet. My eyes darted toward the hallway, straining for any sound of Mom’s footsteps. The thought of her walking in and seeing me like this- made my stomach twist with pure humiliation. I couldn’t get caught. I couldn’t.A soft whimper slipped out of me the second his fingers found the waistband of my leggings. My body twitched hard against him…. But he didn’t stop. I felt as his hand slid lower and hooked the edge of my panties, and slipped inside. Immediately, I sucked in a sharp, shaky breath. “W-what are you—you doing?” I stuttered.My eyes went wide. The boldness of it stunned me. Heat flooded my face, but something deeper sparked under my skin- like need, excitement and a dirty little pull I didn’t want to admit. Ethan’s mouth brushed my ear. “Don’t you want it?” he murmured.I couldn’t help it. My thighs parted on their own, giving him
The cabin door slammed behind me harder than I meant it to, sending a fresh gust of icy wind swirling across the floorboards. I forced the lump formed in my throat down which felt way too difficult. Snowflakes still clung to my eyelashes and melted into cold tracks down my neck. My teeth chattered so violently I could barely keep them from clicking together. It hurt. It hurt so bad. Every breath hurt and was sharp and shallow, like swallowing glass.Mom was already waiting in the living room. I gazed over to find her staring at me coldly with her arms crossed. Her robe was cinched tight like armor. The fire in the stone hearth was down to glowing coals and was throwing weak orange light across her face. She looked exhausted but more than that, she looked furious.“Mia, what the hell were you thinking?” Her voice cracked like dry wood and it made me shiver even more. “I told you. I told you three times this morning! To fucking put on real layers. You went out in that ridiculous cropp
The car hummed back to life, pulling away from the gas station. I shifted on Daddy’s lap, trying to find a position that didn’t feel like I was split open on his thick cock but there wasn’t one. Every tiny movement dragged him against my sensitive walls, reminding me he was still buried deep, pulsing, owning me completely.A soft whimper slipped out as his strong hands settled on my hips under the blanket. He lifted me slowly, just an inch and then guided me back down while thrusting up at the same time. The angle hit so perfectly I clenched hard around him, fluttering helplessly.Another whimper escaped.Then, all of a sudden, Mom reached forward and turned the music off.Silence flooded the car. My heart stopped. Eyes widened in horror and panic. Now every wet slide, every breath, every tiny moan would be audible.Daddy didn’t care. He kept thrusting. His movement was slow, deep, deliberate strokes that stretched me wide and made my toes curl. I slapped a hand onto his thigh, nails
I gulped hard, my heart still racing from the orgasm that had left me limp and dripping on Daddy’s lap. Mom sighed dramatically up front. “The tank was full when we left. Now the fuel’s already low. Figures.”Relief flooded me so fast I almost moaned again. Thank God. We weren’t caught. Just a stupid empty tank.“Well, we’ll pull into the next gas station,” Mom continued. “Do you guys need anything? Lila? Alex?”I was still trying to catch my breath, Daddy’s finger idly tracing my slick folds under the blanket like he owned them which, at this point, he absolutely did.“Y-yeah,” I managed, voice shaky. “Just… ice cream.”“Nothing for me,” Daddy said smoothly. “I’m good.”Mom nodded. “Okay, I’ll make a quick run inside.”The second her door slammed shut and she disappeared toward the brightly lit convenience store, Daddy’s hand cracked down on my bare ass under the blanket.I yelped.“Such a greedy little whore for Daddy, aren’t you?” he growled against my ear, voice thick with lust. “C
Daddy’s smirk pressed hot against my ear, and then I felt it. His fingers hooking into the thin waistband of my panties from behind, tugging them down slowly, deliberately. My heart slammed against my ribs. I lifted my hips just enough, barely an inch so he could drag the soaked lace down my thighs. The fabric peeled away from my dripping folds with a soft, wet sound that mercifully disappeared under the thump of the music. He let the panties drop to the floorboard at his feet.I was completely bare under the blanket now, thighs slick with my own arousal, pussy throbbing and exposed to the cool air for only a second before his big hand slid back between my legs.I shifted the blanket higher, clutching the edge with white-knuckled fingers to hide exactly where his hand had disappeared. Mom was still singing along, tapping the steering wheel, completely oblivious.His palm cupped my naked pussy, warm and possessive. That’s when the embarrassment hit me like a wave. I hadn’t shaved in w
Daddy’s fingers kept rubbing me through the drenched lace, agonizingly slow circles that dragged over my clit again and again without ever giving me the pressure I desperately needed. Every stroke felt like torture. So delicious, unbearable torture. My thighs trembled harder, spreading wider on their own until my legs dangled over each side of his, completely open for him under the blanket.I felt like a needy bitch but I wanted him. I craved him. “Lean back if you want, Lila,” Daddy’s deep voice rumbled behind me, calm and casual. “You can’t sit straight up for hours like that.”“He’s right, honey,” Mom chimed in from the driver’s seat, eyes on the road. “You’ll get cramped. Relax and we’ll be there soon.”I nodded weakly. My breath was already ragged, and I let myself sink back. My spine met the solid wall of his chest. My head fell against his shoulder. His hot breath ghosted over the sensitive skin of my neck, raising goosebumps everywhere.The second I settled, he pressed his f







