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My finger dances up her soft inner thigh. It tightens at my touch, but even with her apprehension, Brianna spreads her legs wider for me. I growl on the back end of a breath; it strikes her neck and she shivers in anticipation.
“We’re not going to leave this table until you’ve cum for me, Brianna,” I state matter of fact.
“Oh, God, Mickey,” she coos.
Her hand drops onto my knee, so close to my raging erection. She clutches it tightly while my fingers slide straight against her pussy lips.
Brianna bites the inside of her cheek to stop any noise from coming out. She shuts her eyes and loses herself to the moment. Good. I didn’t want her fearing what might happen if we got caught when she could be lost in pure bliss. I find her clit with the tip of my thumb and apply pressure to the bundle of nerves. Her grip tightens on my knee and her lips part in the most heavenly gasp that’s ever hit my ears.
This is going to be fun.
“Kiss me, Brianna.” With her eyes shut tight, she wouldn’t be able to see my advances. She flings her free arm around my neck and pulls our mouths together.
I stroke her clit with slow, gentle circles while my middle finger moves between her folds. Her hungry cunt devours the digit and draws it straight to her hole. But I don’t enter. Instead, I tease her entrance with the tip of my finger. Rotating it in rhythm with my thumb.
Brianna moans into my mouth. She’s lost all sense of control and it doesn’t look like she gives a shit that we’re still in the restaurant. Our tongues do a mating dance all their own while my fingers tease the orgasm straight from her gooey center.
“Mickey, I’m . . . I’m gonna . . .” She can’t finish her sentence, so I’ll do it for her.
“Cum for me, Brianna.”
Those words send her over the edge. Her body rattles in the chair and her nails dig through my pants and into my skin. I’m not a sucker for pain, but when it’s Brianna doing it, it sends me over the fucking moon.
She sucks my lips into another kiss to hide the noise of absolute delight spilling from her mouth. A deep groan rumbles in my chest while Brianna explodes, coating my fingers in her sweet juices.
I give her a moment to catch her breath and look the tables around me. Most haven’t bothered turning in our direction. Those who did are probably more interested in why an old fucker like me is French kissing a pretty little thing like Brianna. It’s got to be jealousy. They’re sitting with older wives, who’ve probably stopped sucking them off decades ago. Eat your heart out, mother fuckers.
“That was amazing,” Brianna whispers when she’s composed herself.
“That was only the beginning,” I correct. “Now, how about we get out of here and I give you the main course?”
Chapter 8
Brianna
Mickey’s apartment is a four bedroom masterpiece.
Hand-crafted furniture fills the living room, thick, wooly rugs run along the floor, and it has a fireplace Mickey controls through his cellphone. It’s the kind of place you see in movies, but know no one can really afford. The only thing that strikes me as odd, walking into the monolithic temple, is how clean it is. There aren’t any dishes in the sink, there isn’t a fleck of dust on any countertop, the sofas don’t even have an ass print for where Mickey would sit. And someone of his considerable size would leave an imprint.
He’s been feeling me up since we parked his car and it hasn’t stopped now that we’re in his suite. Mickey touched everydecentinch of my body, and I can’t wait for him to reach the rest. Especially the indecent place between my legs. It’s been burning hot for Mickey’s touch since he finger fucked me in the restaurant, and this wait is driving me crazy.
Mickey’s reluctant to loosen his grip on me. One hand lingers on me even while he throws his keys on the hook beside the door. Those green eyes never waver, either. They’re glued to my body, drinking in every inch of me.
“Now that I have you to myself, Brianna.” Mickey spins me around with a twirl. He pulls my backside against his body, and his rock-solid erection stabs me in the back. “I’m going to make you mine.”
I turn my head until my face is against the thick slab of muscle he calls a chest. “Can’t you see it, Mickey? I’m already yours.”
A shudder rips through the massive barrel of meat. His manhood jerks and tickles my spine. I guess I can’t be doing too bad for my first time if Mickey’s giving me this reaction.
“Talk like that might get you in trouble.”
“You might have to spank me again if I get out of hand,” I whisper, lifting on my toes to kiss his stubbled chin.
A low growl comes from the back of Mickey’s throat.
His hands find their way to my breasts. He cups them and squeezes through the bra.
“You smell so fucking good,” Mickey whispers in my ear. His face moves closer to my neck, and he breathes in my scent.
