Scream For me

She nods, taking a generous sip of her cocktail, and finishing it. I grab her free hand, dragging it to my lap where my cock is already at full mass. Her eyes drop down as her fingers gently squeeze me.

“Harder, baby.” She obeys, my balls tightening as my head lulls back. I feel her hand release me as she pulls down my zipper, sliding her hand inside my pants and underwear to stroke me bare. “Oh goddamn,” I groan. I lift my head to tell her how good it feels when she slowly lowers her head beneath the table, wrapping her lips around me. I clench my jaw so tight to keep from shouting as she bobs her head up and down my length. I grab the back of her neck, pressing her head down a little further, praying I don’t blow early. I turn my attention back to the room, the dancers on stage occupying everyone else’s attention as I lean back a little further. I watch as sweet schoolteacher Miss Flowers deep throats my cock in public, her pink lips stretched wide to take my girth.

“You look so fucking good with a cock in your mouth. Look at you, taking me deep, getting me ready to stretch that tight little pussy of yours.” I can’t take it any longer; I’m seconds from blowing. I yank her off me, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her onto my lap. The booth is deep in the corner. I situate us so that her legs are straddling mine.

“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart.” I press her back to me. “Nobody will know my cock is stuffed deep inside you.” I reach down between us, lifting her dress and pushing her panties to the side. “Lean forward.” She obeys and I line myself up to her entrance. “Lean back.” She gasps, inching her way slowly back onto me just as our waiter approaches with her fresh cocktail.

“Here you are, miss.” I nod to him as he places the drink down in front of her. Daphne’s fingers dig into the tablecloth as she attempts to act naturally. Her face is flush, her eyes wide, her lips swollen.

“Do you think he had any idea that I’m inside you?” I lean back, pushing her forward so that she’s leaning partly over the table. My hands are on her hips as I slowly start to push myself in and out of her. I grip her waist, my other hand reaching up to gently wrap around her throat, pulling her back to my chest. “You are a very naughty young lady, you know that? Sucking my cock like that. Getting so wet your pussy was throbbing for me.

Allowing me to fuck you in public. Tsk, tsk.”

“Oh, it feels so good,” she moans, her eyes fluttering closed as she loses herself in what I’m doing to her.

“You know I really shouldn’t be doing this to you; I’m far too old for you, Daphne.” I pull her down onto my cock harder. “You shouldn’t want to fuck a man old enough to be your dad.” Her mouth falls open as she pushes against the edge of the table. She’s completely lost in her desire; lust has overtaken her. Any apprehension or nervousness about getting fucked in a public setting is gone. “You shouldn’t let me use you like this.”

I look up to see our waiter walking toward us. He makes direct eye contact with me as I have my hand around Daphne’s throat, her mouth hanging open, eyes closed as she moans. I shake my head at him slowly and he gets the message, turning around and walking the other way.

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes, please, I’m so close.”

“Did you ever start your birth control?”

“Yes but-but,” she says, struggling to form a sentence, “I forgot this morning.”

I squeeze her throat a little tighter, my balls tightening as I pump into her two more times. “Good.” I don’t mean to say it out loud, but I do, just as I finish inside her and she follows a second later.

I help her off my lap, tucking myself back into my pants before paying the bill and ushering her into the back of my car.

“Where are we going?”

“My place.”

“But Daisy? I don’t think-”

“Let me worry about that. You thought after watching what you did to me tonight I was going to be done with you?” I hit the button to lift the divider in the back of the car. “I’m just getting started with you.”

By the time we make it back to my place, Daisy is already asleep. My mother gives me a look as she steps into the elevator, the same look she gave me that night on my yacht.

“Don’t break her heart,” she says beneath her breath before the doors close. I walk back through the foyer to where Daphne’s standing, looking out the window.

“This view is insane.” She points to the city down below.

“Come here.” I take her hand, leading her through the penthouse, and up the stairs to my bedroom. “I’ll give you a tour of the place tomorrow but for now, I need you all to myself.” I help her out of her dress before removing my suit. I walk her into the shower, taking my time to wash her body.

“I’m sorry.” Her words are soft as she trails her fingers over my chest where marks from her fingernails remain.

“Don’t be. I like seeing them.” I hold her finger, tracing the marks before dragging them over to the marks on my sides. “Makes me want to mark you.” I lean forward, biting her breast softly at first, then harder till she gasps, her hands gripping my biceps.

“I don’t have anything to sleep in.”

“You don’t need it.” I pull the towel from her body that she wrapped herself in and kiss her, walking her backward to my bed. The same bed no other woman has been in besides Mira.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“Tell me you’re mine.” I kiss my way up her body. “Tell me no other man gets to touch you like this.” I bury my face in her neck, pulling her hands over her head to pin them to the pillow. “Tell me you want this too.”

I take my time exploring her body, kissing every single inch before I spend the next hour buried inside her. I go slow, searching her eyes to see if she feels what I feel. To see if she can feel what’s happening between us.

I’m terrified to say it, to tell her I’m falling in love with her. I use my body to convey what my mouth can’t. She has to know; she has to see that this isn’t just fucking, it’s making love.