This weekend it's my Birthday and I knew what i have to do to be the best ever!!

Friday night and I was out on a date with Dad. I sat across from him, my fingers tracing the rim of my wineglass, my lips curling into a slow smirk as his eyes darkened with hunger.

The black see-through top clung to my body like a second skin, the lace bra beneath doing little to hide the way my nipples puckered against the fabric. My short black leather skirt rode up just enough to tease, the curve of my ass peeking out with every shift of my weight. The black heels I wore weren't just for show-they made my legs look endless, and I knew he was noticing.

"You look... dangerous," he murmured, his voice rough as his gaze dragged up my thighs, lingering where the skirt barely covered my ass. His fingers tightened around his glass, knuckles whitening. "That skirt's too short for public."

I leaned forward, letting the top gape just enough to give him a teasing glimpse of my cleavage. "Then you shouldn't look," I purred, my tongue darting out to wet my lips. The wine was sweet, but his attention was sweeter. "Unless you want to."

His breath hitched. I watched as his Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze flickering between my tits and the way my skirt rode up when I crossed my legs. "You're playing with fire, kid," he growled, but there was no real warning in his voice-just hunger.

"I know," I whispered, my voice dripping with mischief. My foot slid up his calf, my heel pressing into the denim of his fitted jeans. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock straining against the fabric, and I grinned. "But I like it hot."

He exhaled sharply, his fingers twitching like he was fighting the urge to grab me right there in the restaurant. "You're gonna get us both in trouble."

"Maybe," I agreed, my fingers trailing down my own throat, then lower, just brushing the swell of my breasts. "But trouble's fun, isn't it?"

His jaw clenched. "You're Twenty."

"And you're fourty," I countered, my voice smooth as silk. "Old enough to know better. But here we are." My foot pressed harder against his thigh, my heel digging in just enough to make him groan. "Tell me, Daddy... do you like what you see?"

His eyes burned. "You know I do."

I smirked. "Then stop pretending you don't want to touch."

He didn't need another invitation.

His hand shot out, gripping my wrist and yanking me halfway across the table. His mouth crashed into mine, his tongue forcing its way past my lips in a hungry, desperate kiss.

I moaned into him, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer. His other hand slid up my thigh, fingers bunching the leather skirt until his palm cupped my bare ass.

"Fuck," he gasped against my lips, his fingers digging into my flesh. "You're gonna ruin me."

I laughed breathlessly, my nails scraping down his chest. "Good."

His fingers slipped beneath the hem of my skirt, finding the lace of my panties. A low growl rumbled in his throat when he realized they were already damp. "You've been wet for me all night, haven't you?"

"Since the second you walked in," I admitted, my voice a sultry whisper. "Daddy's cock does that to me."

His cock twitched at the words, and he groaned, his forehead pressing against mine. "We're leaving. Now."

I didn't argue.

The ride back to his place was a blur of groping hands and stolen kisses. His fingers teased the waistband of my panties, his thumb brushing my clit just enough to make me squirm in the passenger seat. "You're mine," he growled, his teeth grazing my neck. "Say it."

"Yours," I breathed. "Only yours."

His lips pressed to my shoulder, his voice a rough murmur. "Good. Because I'm not done with you yet."