Page 7 of V-Day Daddy Stalker

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Her legs fall open, giving me the perfect view, and I grunt out as I keep stroking my hard dick. I’m so fucking horny that I nearly want to bust through this window, claiming this woman for my own.

I can tell the moment she starts to come undone. Her eyes squeeze shut, her mouth falling open as her fingers stop, pressing against her clit. Her body tenses, and then she lets loose. I’m so close to coming as well, I keep watching her,imagining her tastes. I imagine what it would feel like to be inside her sweet pussy.

My body tenses as my balls pull tight. “Fuck,” I groan out as I come. My seed lands in the flower bed beneath her window, and I snap my eyes open to watch her as she lies there on the bed.

It’s almost like she knows I’m here, smiling that I’m fucking jerking off outside her window.

My body spasms and bucks one last time as my orgasm finishes. Sienna’s quickly fallen asleep as I continue to watch her sweet breaths. Her chest rises and falls, as I calm down.

I slip my dick back into my pants, and head to my car. I can’t believe I just did that.

5

Sienna

I stand in the foyer, arms folded over my chest as Mom and Dad bustle around, double-checking they have everything they need for their weekend trip. It feels like a chaotic dance—Dad peering into his briefcase, Mom rummaging through her purse, both asking me questions in tandem.

“Sienna, are you sure you’ll be all right?” Mom calls, zipping up her jacket. “We can cancel if it’s too much trouble—”

“Mom, please,” I cut in, laughing softly. “I’m eighteen. I think I can handle a couple of days by myself.”

She purses her lips, trying to hide a smile. “I know, I know. I just worry.”

Dad slings his bag over his shoulder and glances at his watch. “We should get going if we don’t want to miss our flight.” Then he turns to me, eyebrows raised. “Anything you need before we go? Money for groceries? Gas for your car?”

“I’m good, Dad.” I wrap my arms around him for a quick, tight hug. “Have fun, you two. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”

Mom ruffles my hair as if I’m five, and I roll my eyes but grin. Then they’re off, pulling the door shut behind them. A moment later, I hear the car engine start up and fade as they drive away.

I wait until the sound disappears entirely before letting out a little squeal of excitement. “Yes!” I dash around, locking the doors, then practically skip up the stairs to my room to change. Two whole days, just me in the house, with no one hovering or asking if I’ve eaten or studied. Freedom.

After rummaging through my drawers, I grab my favorite black bikini—one with high-cut bottoms and a simple triangle top that always makes me feel a little extra confident. Not that I’m planning on parading around for anyone…but still. It’s nice to feel cute, especially after weeks of wearing hoodies and sweatpants during finals.

I fling on the bikini, tie my hair up in a loose bun, and throw on a pair of sunglasses. The sun is blazing, and it’s the perfect excuse to lounge by the pool. Before heading downstairs, I grab a cold water bottle and the latest fantasy novel I’ve been reading—some escapist fluff I’ve been dying to finish.

Outside, the backyard is quiet except for the gentle hum of cicadas in the hedges. The pool sparkles under the midday sun, the water a tempting shade of turquoise. I drop my towel onto a lounge chair, set my water and book on the small side table, and dip a toe into the pool. Warm on top, but cool beneath the surface—a perfect contrast to the heat pressing down from above.

With a sigh of contentment, I climb into the shallow end, letting the water crest around my waist. I love that first moment of submerging—like all my worries just wash away. The waterglides against my skin, and I wade out until it’s deep enough to float.

Time slips by as I alternate between bobbing in the water and leaning on the pool’s edge to read a couple of pages. Once in a while, I glance toward the house, half-expecting to see my parents reappearing because they forgot something. But nobody’s there. There’s a pleasant hum of solitude all around.

I’m just about to swim another lap when I hear the faint rumble of a car engine in the driveway. My heart jumps a little, though I’m not sure why. Probably because I’m not expecting anyone. I wait, treading water and listening. Then, footsteps—firm and purposeful—head around the side of the house.

Dane steps into view, wearing tailored slacks and a crisp shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. I immediately feel that familiar flutter low in my stomach, the same rush of adrenaline I’ve tried so hard to ignore. He’s holding a folder under his arm, looking like he’s just come from a meeting—though that slight looseness in his tie suggests otherwise. The heat of the afternoon sun touches his hair, and there’s a faint sheen of sweat on his brow.

“Sienna,” he calls, his voice sounding almost too casual. “I saw your parents pulling out of the driveway earlier. I’m guessing they left for their trip?”

I rest my arms on the edge of the pool, chin propped on them. “Yep. They should be en route to the airport right about now.”

He nods slowly, glancing around the empty backyard. “So you’re here alone?”

“Until Sunday.” I push myself off the edge and wade closer. The water feels suddenly warmer, or maybe that’s just my bodyreacting to his presence. “Did you, um, need my dad? Because he’s gone. You missed him by about twenty minutes.”

Dane steps toward a lounge chair and sets his folder down, carefully removing his sunglasses from his pocket. “We were supposed to go over some documents, but he told me we’d reschedule,” he explains. “I just wanted to drop them off.” His gaze flicks to me—specifically my bikini—and I can see the tension in his jaw. It sends a shiver right through me.

I float there, water lapping at my shoulders, suddenly very aware of how exposed I am. “Got it,” I say, trying to keep my tone even. “Well, feel free to leave them on his desk. Or I can take them to him when he gets back.”

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