AllFreeNovel
Share Us
No kidding. I would never have guessed in a million years that this was where she spent her hours as a “barista.” She not acting like the Mia I know at all. Tense. Vulnerable. Mouthy. Tasha is bold and sexy and she’s on a mission to show me a good time.
Anger is still simmering beneath the surface, but I couldn’t push Mia from my lap if my life depended on it. She takes hold of my shoulders and eases me back against the chair, and I let her. I settle back with my knees spread and my hands gripping the seat.
I can barely breathe as Mia edges down the waistband of her underwear, first on one side, then the other. Her white nails and the ruffled white G-string glow in the black lights.
We’re both watching her undress herself for me, our heads bent closely together. The whole world slips into the background and the music fades away.
Slowly, Mia edges herself back on my thighs, stands up, and turns around. She teases the G-string lower, lower, until I can see all of her glorious ass. Then she bends double and drags the underwear down her legs and steps out of them.
Still bent over, Mia reaches back and drags her nails slowly over her pussy, across her ruffled inner lips and spreading herself open for me. It takes all my self-control not to reach out, pull her against my face and thrust my tongue deep inside of her.
Straightening up, Mia turns around and drops spread-eagled back into my lap, hugging my thighs with her knees. She makes a rolling motion with her hips, back and forth, until she finds the thick rod of my cock in my jeans, and a smile spreads over her lips.
“Laz,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I swallow, struggling for control. “Yes, Bambi?”
“You can’t tell my mom you saw me here,” Mia tells me, dragging her bare snatch up my erection. “You can’t tell my uncles.” She slides back down my cock, arching her back and making my balls ache. “It has to be our secret.”
I groan and my eyes nearly flutter closed. Damn, she’s so good at this. How many men have seen her like this and felt their cocks grinding against her pussy? My blood is boiling, half from jealousy and half from the need to take Mia in my arms and raw her senseless.
“You look mad,” she murmurs, keeping up that insanely good pressure up and down my dick. “Or are you just horny?”
“I’m furious,” I tell her, lifting my hands to her waist and pulling her tight against my cock. I buck my hips slowly, aching to be balls deep inside of her.
“You’re not supposed to put your hands on me,” she moans, her eyes fluttering closed.
“You going to stop me?”
“I am. Let’s go, buddy.”
I look up and see the bouncer from earlier heading toward us with a stony expression on his face.
He’s really starting to piss me off.
Mia smiles up at him. “It’s all right, Jimmy. We know each other.”
“Rules are rules, Tasha.”
Mia puts her hand out to stop Jimmy just as he reaches to drag me out of the room. “I understand. He’ll follow the rules. Won’t you, Laz?”
I don’t want to let go of Mia, but I can’t be thrown out of here. My hands slide from her waist and hit the chair. I grip it hard, my whole body feverish with need.
The bouncer seems satisfied and steps back. “Have a nice time. Stepfather.”
I flick a glare at him as he leaves us alone again. “I hate that he’s watching you.”
“Don’t think about him,” she tells me, resuming the glorious motions of her pussy.
My head tips back with a groan. “Mia, I should be dragging you out of here, but I don’t want you to stop.”
“I told you, I’m not Mia here. I’m Tasha.”
I open my eyes and gaze at her beautiful face. She’s not acting like Mia. She barely looks like Mia with all that makeup on her face and that lilac wig, but it’s the way she’s holding herself too, spine straight and proud. She’s enjoying not being herself for a while, and who can blame her? Her life is filled with pain and loneliness. Tasha gets to be anyone she wants. When I kissed Mia’s tits in my car she was so self-conscious about them. But Tasha knows they’re special in a bar filled with women with enormous implants.
“You didn’t believe me last time when I told you you’re sexy,” I murmur, watching her through half-lidded eyes. She has her hands pressed against my chest while she moves to the music. “Will Tasha believe me if I tell her?”
She flicks her gaze up at me and then down to my dick. Her lips are curved into a smile as if my hard-on is the best thing she’s ever seen. “I don’t know. Try her.”
