“I thought so.” I lifted my head and stared at her through the mirror again. “I want to bend you over this sink and fuck the shit out of you right now. I want to make you cry for me and watch you come on this dick.”
She wined her hips and pushed back on my dick again.
“But I need to get you home first.”
Disappointment dimmed her pretty russet eyes.
“Turn around, Harlow.”
She was facing me before I could finish her name.
My palm traveled over her abdomen, noting the way she shivered from my rough caress. I tweaked her nipple piercing through her dress and watched her pout slide in place.
She didn’t get a chance to beg me for anything because I claimed her lips with mine, tugging and lightly twisting her piercings the whole time.
Her arms wrapped around my torso, pushing her body up against mine.
I needed to stop. If she made me come in my pants I wasn’t going back to that table.
Hell, they were probably already looking for us, but I wasn’t done kissing her yet.
I pulled her nipple ring harder, eliciting a pained moan from her before she kissed me deeper.
“Rico, that feels…”
She didn’t finish.
But she kissed me harder.
Pushed her small frame up against me as close as she could get.
And licked into my mouth with a hunger she didn’t have to explain because I could feel it too.
“Rico, I?—”
Another whimper. Another broken sentence.
“I’m gonna take you home and fuck you right, baby.” I bit her lip. “I’m gonna make you come for me while you choke on Soul’s dick.”
“Ah, fuck,” she panted.
“You want that?” I asked needlessly.
My answer was her kisses growing more urgent.
Sloppier.
Harder.
My hands covered her tits, no longer pulling her piercings but kneading her flesh until she cried into my mouth.
“Rico, that feels?—”
“Feels like what?”
“Like I’m gonna come.”
Oh, shit.
