Shocked that I hadn’t noticed Mitch missing, I look around the room. My gaze falls on Andrew, who for some reason, was staring at me. I skip past him and continue my perusal of the room. Mitch was indeed missing.
Me: I can’t leave right now. I’m feeding the kids.
I go to slide my phone back into my pocket when it buzzes again.
Mitchie: Don’t play with me, El. Bring your ass to the family bathroom. NOW!
It’s something about a man that can back it up, telling you what to do. Not every man gets that privilege, but Mitch definitely did. I bite into my bottom lip, contemplating going into that family bathroom.
My phone buzzes again.
Mitchie: Don’t make me come get you. You know I don’t care about your ex’s feelings.
Sliding my phone into my pocket, I handed the bag of chips to Destiny.
“Hey, can you finish handing these out? I have to go to the restroom.”
“Sure. We got it.”
I don’t even stop to let anyone know I’m leaving. I slid out of the room without being seen. Although this place had publicmen’s and women’s restrooms, there was a family restroom. I look around to make sure no one can see me before I push the door open and step in.
My foot isn’t even across the threshold before I’m yanked up by the neck, shoved to the wall, and a tongue pushed into my mouth. I surrender to his attack, loving the way he handles my body.
When his hands go to the button of my jeans, my eyes pop open. I lean back from the kiss.
“Mitchell, what are you doing?”
He continues to undo my pants.
“What do you think?”
His hand around my neck tightens, tilting my head back. His other hand shoves down into the front of my jeans, past my undies until his thick finger comes into contact with my wet lips.
A low growl slips from his lips. “This better be for me.”
My breath is coming out labored as he toys with my pearl, rolling it underneath his thumb.
“Only for you,” I whimper.
His lips were on mine instantly. His tongue shoved back into my mouth.
“I need to feel you,” he groans.
“We don’t have time,” I cry out as he continues to rub my clit.
Mitch is not a quickie guy. The man will lay up in my pussy for hours. Sometimes I have to beg him to cum.
“Fuck that. I can’t wait.”
Pulling his hand out, he locks the bathroom door and then turns me around so that I’m facing the wall. In a quick tug, he maneuvered my pants and underwear down to my ankles. He caresses my ass cheek gently before moving down to the apex of my legs. His finger rubs my seam before splitting me in half and diving into me. My wetness made itself known with sloshing sounds. Mitch already knows how badly I want him.
I’m so busy enjoying the way he’s thrusting his finger into me I don’t know when he pulled his dick out of his pants. However, I know it’s out when I feel that huge blunt tip press into my opening. He removes his hands seconds before he pushes into me. I go up on my tiptoes, widening my legs as best I can.
“Mitchell,” I cry out when it feels as if he’s in my stomach.
“You’ve been keeping my pussy from me all day,” he fusses as if he’s scolding me.
The rapid sound of his hips smacking against my ass filled the room along with my whimpers. I claw at the wall, trying to find some leverage. He grabs the back of my neck, pulling my head back so that he can place a nasty kiss on my lips. His other hand is at my lower back, pressing down so that I can maintain my arch.
