Genre: Smut
Warnings: daddy kink, age gap, squirting, cum shot
Word count: 2,070
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"You only turn 18 once, kitten," Ian coos teasingly into your ear. His words send chills up your spine, and a moan catches in your throat as the power of the vibrator inside you increases. "You've been so good so far, princess."
You know you're making a mess in your panties; your clit is throbbing painfully and your lips feel sticky and wet, but the feeling of the long, pink vibrator is too delicious inside of you that you're confused as to whether you want it to stop or not.
He was right, though. You only turn 18 once, and Ian was eager to make his birthday gift last for the whole day - not caring if his friends were seated around the table, eating happily and conversing. They had no idea that Ian's hand was tracing your thigh, a tiny remote hidden in his pocket that would be your end.
A small whine escapes your throat as he slows down the speed again, the vibrating turning from an intense burning to a dull, pleasurable feeling against your velvety walls. "Daddy, I can't last much longer."
He tsks, looking down at you in disappoinment. "C'mon, baby. We wouldn't want you to squirt all over the floor in front of everybody, would we?" His voice is incredulous but you can sense the mischievous undertone, his voice low to avoid someone overhearing you conversation.
His lewd words send more heat pooling in your stomach, making you squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to dull the pleasurable feeling in your pussy. You couldn't afford to cum, not right now, because not only were his friends sitting around you, but your punishment would be even rougher than usual.
"Are you okay, ____?" You hear Max ask in concern. Your head shoots up quickly, plastering a fake smile on your face. You nod, reaching out to grasp your glass of water, taking small sips to cool down your overheated body. You were glad Ian didn't let you get alcohol - if you were drinking as much alcohol as you were drinking water now, you would've been tipsy a few hours ago.
"I - I feel a bit dizzy, I think I'm gonna go to the bathroom and freshen up..." You mumble with a small smile, pushing Ian's hand away from your thigh so that you could stand. You're glad you decided to wear a skirt today, because you have no doubt that if you had worn trousers there would be a wet patch on the back from your arousal.
You can feel his eyes on you, no doubt a fake-concerned expression painted on his face as his friends push him to go check up on you. You feel as if you can breathe as you push open the doors to the unisex single bathroom, immediately going to the taps and patting chold water over your face. He enters the bathroom just as you've dried your face off eith some tissue, locking the door behind him and smirking at your flustered face.
"Look at you," he chuckles, approaching you from behind to wrap his arms around your waist, placing open mouthed kisses onto your neck. "You're a mess, baby."
He pulls away from you, turning you so that you face him and kneeling down in front of you. "Let's take a look, shall we? Hold your skirt up, princess." You do as you're told, holding up the thick leather to reveal the set of light blue lacy underwear Ian had gifted you a few days ago. And they were drenched.
He peels the wet lace off of you slowly, pulling the underwear down to your knees so that he can get a whiff of your fragrant pussy. Ian gives a hum of satisfaction as he leans in, licking the wetness that had spilled onto your thighs. He lifts his hand slowly, as if knowing that you were anticipating his fingers on your throbbing core.
"You really like the vibrator, don't you?" He muses as he finally makes contact with your slick skin, a breathy moan escaping your lips as he fingers run through your stickiness. You hear him groan, separating your lips and catching sight of the arousal clinging to your skin. "You've been so good, _____. Do you want a reward before we get home?"
