And then I follow Bianca into the single-person space. My gaze scans the chipped tiles and scuffed paint. It’s not much, but better than expected. I’m pleasantly surprised it’s not filthy. There’s a noticeable sting of bleach in my nostrils. He must’ve cleaned it recently. My insatiable appetite for this woman appreciates his efforts.
Bianca backs herself into the far corner. “Paying off the employees just to get some?”
“It’s a small price to get privacy. I prefer to eat my meals in peace without any interruptions.”
A tremble rolls through her, hooding her gaze with lust. “It would be very unfortunate if you’re forced to stop.”
My knees meet the hard floor in front of her. “Don’t worry, baby girl. Nothing comes between me and your pleasure.”
I hike up her skirt and notice she’s soaked her panties. My nose presses into the drenched lace, pulling in a lungful of her sweet arousal that’s all mine. A pleased rumble rises from my expanded chest. Her smile is dipped in smug anticipation as I tug her panties to the side.
She drapes a leg over my shoulder, leaning at an angle to brace herself against the wall. The splayed position serves her cunt to me on a buffet platter. That’s my greedy girl.
“This will be fast,” I warn her.
Her bobbled nod jostles my hat on her head. “Just to quench your thirst.”
The dryness in my throat demands to be soothed. “Yes, I’m very parched after convincing you.”
And she’s about to be singing my praises as a reward.
I drag my flattened tongue along her center, gathering a mouthful of her desire for me. It’s potent and I’m instantlydelirious. My mind goes blank of everything except drowning in her passion. Quick swipes to her clit make her shake above me. She bucks forward, seeking more.
Two fingers sink inside her clenching pussy while I roll my tongue faster. The combination increases her breathy whines into chanting pleas. Whatever reservations she has about being overheard are whisked away with every purposeful stimulation to her sex. My intention is to make her forget where we are and just let go. It doesn’t take long until she’s quivering and tipping toward the peak.
I growl into her slit, begging her to suffocate me. Bianca squeals while snapping her hips to an erratic pace. The loud moans spilling from her are a symphony I’ll gladly conduct.
Her desperation spurs mine. Need pumps my cock in a forceful grip. Heat barrels through me and I’m seconds from coming in my pants. That’s the moment she detonates, saving me from making a mess.
“Oh, fuck!” She slaps her palms on the wall.
Tremors vibrate our connection. That encourages me to suck harder on her clit. There’s an unmistakable surge that I gulp down with enthusiasm. Her body goes rigid in my hold.
“Ohhhhh, shit. No, no,” she yelps.
It’s too late to be embarrassed. The trigger is pulled and I increase my motions to give her the strongest relief. Her screams rise in volume, almost to the point of pain. I grin into my next swipe as she twitches through the orgasm.
When Bianca’s quakes subside, I sit back on my heels. The smug smirk is still painted on my wet lips. “That good, huh?”
But my cocky confidence vanishes after a glance at her face. A pinch distorts her features into obvious agony. As if that’s not a big enough punch to my gut, tears are streaming down her cheeks in a flash flood.
I’m on my feet in the next instant, clutching her in my arms. “What’s wrong?”
Bianca sniffles, but her expression relaxes into a slow smile. “My damn hip locked up.”
“While you were coming?”
“While I was coming,” she confirms. “It really warped the experience. I had to hold still and try not to aggravate the cramp. Almost like I was restrained.” Her eyes light up. “Oooh, add that to our kinky ultimatum list. If I don’t behave, you’ll tie me to the fence post.”
Unlocking that fantasy tries to distract from my concern. “Not the time, Princess. You’re hurt.”
“Oh, please. That was nothing. The release made it tolerable.” She flutters her damp lashes.
Which does little to convince me. My hands cup her face, thumbing away the evidence of upset. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry, Stalker. Seriously. I still got mine.” And then she’s palming my dick through my jeans. “It’s your turn.”
But I shake my head. “Not until I’m buried nine inches deep inside your pussy.”
