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As if I can stop myself. The juncture of my thighs is already directly on top of his hard shaft, so all I have to do is circle my hips and a sharp flash of lust rocks me. “Desmond,” I moan into the curve of his neck. “We didn’t practice this position.”
“Practice starts now. By this time next week, you’re going to be an expert at all the positions, Quinn. Especially the one where you lie down, open your thighs wide and let me eat.” He tugs down the top of my tube dress and closes his mouth around one of my nipples, pulling deeply. “God, you’re a fucking meal, little girl.”
His mouth drags across my chest and gives my other breast the same attention, his hands busy between our bodies, ripping his zipper down. He grunts into our kiss and guides my hand to his now-exposed shaft where it stands straight up, wedged between my thighs. So thick. So alive. I want so badly to pull the tight dress up to my waist so I can rub myself on his erection, but the whole dance floor is behind us, and I don’t want to expose my butt. Desmond seems to read my mind, however. He leans up and removes his jacket, stretching his T-shirt across those incredible muscles, all the while chuckling at my reaction to his flexing body.
Finally, he positions the garment over my back, shielding me from view.
“We can’t help this, can we, Quinn?” Desmond breathes against my ear, his capable hands finding my bottom and kneading it, rocking me forward, sweet nothing separating my weeping flesh from his hardness. “No, we can’t. We have no choice. It’s fuck my girl or die.”
I’m nodding, my pulse wild in my ears, seemingly louder than the music. My inner walls are clenching tight, tight, like a fist, seeking out a part of Desmond I’ve never even experienced before. Still, my body knows. It yearns. And I give in to the base urges I only understand somewhat, flattening my palms on the back of the booth on either side of Desmond’s head and writhing my soft flesh all over his swollen sex.
“Good girl. Best girl.” His middle finger slides down the split of my bottom, rubbing up and down, over the rim of my back entrance. Tingles ripples up my spine, sparking excitement in my nerve endings. Touching me there seems to turn him on even more and his hips start to pump upward, dropping, thrusting, dropping, making my breasts bounce with every lustful movement. “Soaking wet. So ready for it, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whine, trying to open my thighs to get closer, even though it’s impossible. Just a little more friction and I could let the orgasm take me.
Desmond has other plans.
His right hand lets go of my backside, circling his shaft once more, dragging it to the gate of my virginity and pausing. “All this time, I thought you needed me to take it slow. Now I know the truth, don’t I? When we walked into your apartment, I should have dropped you down on this dick and given you a hard first ride, huh, sweetheart?”
My mouth is open and panting on his neck. “Yes.”
“No more waiting.” He impales me on the first couple inches, groaning through clenched teeth. “No rubber either. Let’s make me a daddy on the first try, sweetheart. I want everything with you—and I want it now.” Having worked enough of his sex inside me, Desmond falls back against the booth and repositions his hands on the cheeks of my butt, wedging me the rest of the way down, inch by inch, until I’m fully seated. “Oh fuck, Quinn. Fuck. Yes. Tell me you’re okay. It’s so goddamn tight.”
“I’m okay,” I sob. I expect pain, but there is nothing but huge, hot pressure. Every iota of me is filled to capacity and my body feels possessed. My thighs are glued to his rough hips, my nipples chafing on his T-shirt. Owned. Furthermore, I’m having sex in a public place with this big, beautiful man and the newfound confidence that has been building all day overflows. How could it not when he already looks like he’s struggling to maintain control? Because of me?
Biting my lip, a thrill rolling down my spine like a metal ball, I curl my hands in the neckline of his shirt, lean back and work my hips in slow grinds, my breath catching at the way his eyes darken, his jaw popping. “Fucking me like you want twins up in that belly, sweetheart. Is that what you’re asking me for? I got more than enough firepower in these balls to get you there. Just nod your pretty head.”
Do I want Desmond to fill me so deeply that we’re forever joined?
Yes.
God, yes, I want that more than anything.
