Page 2 of Their Dirty Girl

I set my beer down, pushed away from the counter, and stalked down the hall.Another moan rang out, this one louder now that I was closer.

Mary’s door was partially ajar, and I was about to shove it open to see what the fuck was going on. But something stopped me.

I lifted a hand and placed it on the wood, silently pushing it inward, and when I got a glimpse through the five-inch crack of the door, my muscles tightened for an entirely different reason.

Jesus Christ.

My daughter was currently naked as fuck, lying on her bed spread eagle, with her hand between her thighs as she rubbed the prettiest fucking pussy I’d ever seen.

I cursed internally and then turned and stalked away. I was in the kitchen, sucking down more beer in a matter of seconds.

Holy fucking shit.

I drank half the beer before I looked down, cursing again.

Something dark and nasty uncurled itself inside me as I glanced farther down.

I was hard.

Fuck, I thought.

And then I was moving back toward her bedroom door.

ChapterTwo

MARY

Iwas so wet. My pussy was sloppy as I feverishly worked my fingers over my clit.

When I came, I bit my lip, feeling the pleasure explode out of me. I knew I was home alone, but I still had to be quiet. Because the words that always fell from my lips when I orgasmed were too forbidden to speak above a whisper.

My hand was a sticky mess as I continued to masturbate, since once was never enough, my pussy cream soaking my fingers as I fucked myself with them. The squelching sounds that filled the room and the scent of sex and musk turned me on even more.

I pumped my fingers three more times inside my cunt before burying them fully, shuddering as another climax peaked.

“Oh, Daddy!” I moaned, the words involuntarily coming out of me as they always did, my heart racing and my pussy muscles clamping down even harder just hearing them before relaxing around the digits.

Suddenly, I heard something—a heavy sound that had me panicking, because I instantly knew I wasn’t alone. And then there was a masculine grunt that came from the other side of my bedroom door.

I opened my eyes and turned my head slowly, afraid of what I might find but still feeling the high of pleasure still coursing through me. My fingers were still lodged inside my cunt as I stared at the wide crack between the door and wall.

The darkened hallway lent little to help my visibility, but I could see well enough that I recognized Daddy standing on the other side. Watching me.

In that moment, something came over me. Not shame, not embarrassment, not even anger nor indignation from being watched during this private moment. No, I felt sexy and naughty—my arousal climbing all over again—and I pulled my sloppy fingers out of my pussy. While staring right into Daddy's eyes, I sucked my juices off the tips, moaning at the same time I thrust my chest out. My tits jiggled, my nipples so hard they ached.

Daddy made another deep noise, but I could see his focus was trained on my body. I let my legs fall all the way open so he could get a good look at my shaved pussy. My cunt lips felt plump from my orgasm, my clit throbbing, and I knew he could see how slick my inner thighs were from my orgasms.

Had he watched me come? Did he see how I gushed and made a mess all over my bed?

Does he know I thought abouthimwhen I came?

When I sucked all that musky sweetness from my fingers, I pushed myself up, my breasts shaking from the force. I was slender, but my tits were full and fat. I always caught guys at the university watching me as I walked by, my breasts wobbling under my shirts.

Did Daddy find my breasts arousing? I’d love to know if he jerked off thinking about sucking on my dark areolas until my nipples were so hard they ached.

I moaned at that thought and started tweaking the tips, pulling at my nipples and letting them go so he could see how hard I got them.

My heart was thundering all over again, and when I saw him shift as if to leave, I knew I had to have more.