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“I’d have kneeled down between those thighs of yours, slapped your hands away, and eaten you until you were screaming my name. No sweet moans or whimpers. They’d have heard you from the boardwalk.” My hand grabs her hips tighter, grinding her against me, and she moans. There’s a window a few feet away, and I start moving us toward it until her back bumps into it, and then I turn her, forcing her to face the window. Down below, people are walking the boardwalk, oblivious to the heat we’re building up here.
“And when you were close,” I say into her neck, licking her pulse. “When you were close, baby, I’d crawl up that body of yours.” My hand moves, dipping below the waistband of her shorts and moving down, in, until I’m at her clit. A finger circles her, and her ass moves back, grinding into my dick. “Then I’d rub the head of my cock down you, getting it wet. Rub my piercing all over this swollen clit. You’re so wet for me already, aren’t you, baby? So fucking wet.” I dip a finger down into her, barely entering to grab more wetness and drag it up to her already swollen clit, circling her there.
“Ben,” she breathes.
“Who are you wet for?” I ask, biting her earlobe again, hard. She moans again, hips bucking, trying to get more.
I give it to her, two fingers sinking into her as I use my body to press her deeper into the window ledge.
“Fuck, Ben!” The moan is low and ragged, my fingers drenched as I start to move in and out of her roughly, palm grinding into her clit.
“Tell me, Lola. Who is this wet cunt for?”
“You!” That’s not what I want.
“Who is this wet cunt for, Lola?”A test. It’s a test, and with the way she fights me on absolutely everything, I’m not sure if she’ll pass it.
But still, I try.
“Say my name, Lola.”
“It’s wet for you, Daddy,” she says in a weak whisper, and I groan deep in her ear, seating my fingers deep inside of her and stopping all movements.
“Fuck yeah, it is. And you’re going to be a good girl and listen to your Daddy. Good, sweet girls get whatever their greedy cunts want, baby.” She moans, hips moving, but I just smile.
She’s going to hate me.
My hand leaves her shorts, and she whines as I turn her around, still pinning her into place.
“Clean these,” I order, putting my wet fingers in her mouth, and like the good girl she pretends she’s not, she holds my eyes as she licks them clean.
My cock twitches.
It’salsogoing to hate me.
I step back, grabbing her hand and guiding her to the door. Her eyebrows come together, confused.
“Let’s go.”
“Go?” Her mind is still muddled in sex and lust.
“I have a client. Told you to come to the shop after work.”
“But . . . I . . .”
“Be good and Daddy will take care of you tonight, sweet girl,” I say then kiss her deep on the lips with a smile on mine, tasting her pussy there as I do.
And although she’s dazed and undoubtedly annoyed, she follows me down the stairs into the shop, sitting in my booth and chatting with Hattie for the rest of the night until I bring her back upstairs and fuck her until she can’t move, forcing her to, once again, spend the night in my bed.
Andas this happens, I can’t help but think about how I could get used to this routine.
Thirty-Three
-Lola-
The next dayI’m listening to music with headphones in an effort to keep the noise down, scooping dough I’d prepped the day before onto baking sheets when I hear a noise.
These days, noises scare me.
