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“Noah,” she gasps as I sense movement behind me.
“You sit the fuck down and enjoy the show, Rob, because this is the closest you’ll ever get to her.”
When I hear him move closer, I whip my head around and throw him a look so cold it stops him dead in his tracks. “You try to leave, and I’ll slit your throat.”
“Lick man, come on—”
“Come on? Oh, I’ll come on something. Now sit the fuck down,” I snarl.
He drops to his knees and is in a prime position to see every filthy thing I’m doing.
“Hold your dress up, baby. I want him to see me fucking you. I want him to see you take every goddamn inch.”
She looks from me to him, before staring into my eyes. I wait for her, my cock lodged deep inside her as she decides if she trusts me. I get my answer a moment later when she pulls her dress up to her waist and holds it there, leaving us exposed.
“Fuck yes.” I kiss her hard as a reward and start pounding my cock in and out of her slick heat. “You feel so good.”
“You’re so deep,” she moans.
I grin, looking over at Rob, who has his eyes fixed on us, his hand covering his cock. But I can see how hard he is. It makes me fuck my woman harder.
“Oh god, I’m gonna come,” she whimpers.
“So, come. Do it. I want your cum to paint my cock.”
She comes hard, chanting my name over and over like a whispered plea.
I hold myself back as long as I can, letting her ride the wave of pleasure before I pull free and lower her to her feet. I turn to Rob, who hasn’t taken his eyes off Emma. I stroke myself until I shoot my cum over his unsuspecting face. He opens his mouth to yell, which is foolish, and a rope of it lands on his lips.
He starts hollering and yelling as I tuck myself away, but I bend down and grip him by the back of his neck. “That’s what you wanted to do to my girl, right? Be grateful I didn’t shove my cock down your throat.” I toss him away. “Pussy. Get the fuck out of here. It goes without saying, you’re fired. If I ever catch you near Emma again, I’ll kill you.”
Rob scurries off as I hold my hand out to Emma. I look back at her as she walks towards me.
“I can’t believe you just did that. That I just did that.”
“You regret it?”
“I should. It was reckless. Someone could have seen it and filmed it. The last thing I want is to become internet famous.”
“You’re right, and that’s on me. I should have looked after you better.”
“No, come on, I’m a big girl. I could have said no. Let’s just keep it inside next time. Or at the very least on private property.”
“Deal.”
“Good. Now, please tell me you ordered food because I’m starving.”
“You’re in luck. It’s probably not that warm, but I can get more delivered.”
“I’m sure it’s fine. I’m not picky.”
“You’re too used to settling, sweetheart,” I tell her as I lead her back inside, past Paulie who frowns, and beyond the line of people who moan with jealousy.
“Maybe I am used to settling,” she says, looking up at me as I press a kiss to her forehead. “But it sure doesn’t feel like I’m settling anymore.”
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Emma
