DADDY'S WHORE (IV)

Chapter 4. Days turned into weeks, our forbidden affair igniting like a wildfire we couldn't, and didn't want to, extinguish it. We stole moments wherever we could, turning the mundane into something raw and depraved. Quick gropes in the hallway when Mom was in the shower, his fingers slipping under my skirt to tease my dripping pussy while I bit my lip to stifle moans. Late-night texts summoning me to the garage for a rough fuck against the workbench, his cock slamming into me from behind as tools clattered to the floor. But the real thrill came in the riskiest places, where discovery loomed like a shadow, heightening every touch, every thrust. One of my favorites was in the car, on those mornings when he drove me to my college classes. The routine started innocently enough, him offering to drop me off on his way to work, Mom waving us goodbye from the porch with her coffee in hand. But as soon as we pulled out of the driveway and onto the quiet suburban streets, the air shifted, thic