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“Older men.”
“Ahh, seventeen years,” I say, reminding her of our age difference. “You know, technically, I’m old enough to be your father. Daddy issues.”
“Is that a bad thing?” She blushes as she twirls the stem of her glass between her fingers.
“Not if it excites you. I said I don’t think we should be shamed for what excites us, unless it harms someone else.”
Then tell her what you really want, coward.
“What otherbad thingsdo you want to do to me?” She looks down at her drink when she asks the question.
Get you pregnant.
Part of me wants to be that honest with her, just to see if she’ll run screaming or if it would excite her too. The other part of me is still trying to rationalize where this fantasy comes from. Mira and I planned Daisy, but it was never a kink for me, never something that got me off or made me feel like a fucking out-of-control caveman when I thought about my seed growing inside her. But with Daphne, the thought of seeing her belly swollen, knowing she was growing our child inside her has me ready to throw caution to the wind and act irrationally.
“Look at me.” Her eyes meet mine. “After we finish dinner, I’m going to fuck you in this booth.”
“What?” Her smile fades.
“Fucking you with my fingers in public was just the appetizer of my kink, baby.” Her eyes grow wider. I brush her hair from her shoulder as I detail what I want to do to her. “I want to watch you lose yourself in ecstasy in a room full of people who have no idea you’re getting your tight little cunt stuffed with my cock. I want to feel you quiver and tremble in my lap as you ride me.”
I look to my right to see our waiter approaching. “Evening, sir. Will you both be dining tonight?” I put in our order and we go back to sipping our drinks and enjoying the music until our food arrives.
“Are you going to deny me, Daphne?” I lean back in my seat after finishing my steak and run my fingers over her shoulder. “Or do you trust me to handle you discreetly?”
“Has exhibitionism always been your thing?” She doesn’t answer my question.
“Yes and no. I’ve always wanted to explore it, to know my partner trusts me enough to pleasure them in public. The idea of watching you so lost in how I’m making you feel that you don’t care what else is happening around you factors into that idea of my control over you.”
“The idea of it? So you’ve never done it before?”
“No, I haven’t. Besides bending you over the sink, that’s as public as it’s gotten for me.”
Her cheeks redden at the mention of our escapades the other night. “Did that turn you on? Me fucking you roughly in a public restroom?” She nods her head shyly. “Me too.” I run my lips softly over her shoulder. “I want to know you’re mine, Daphne—to touch”—I kiss her skin softly—“taste”—another kiss—“tease”—this time I bite her gently—“and fuck whenever and wherever I want.” I pull back when I see our waiter approaching the table, letting the words linger between us.
“May I have another?” she asks, pointing to her almost empty glass when he clears our plates.
“Of course. Sir?” He nods toward my empty glass.
“No, thank you.”
I run my hand up her exposed arm, and she nervously drills her fingers on the table. “Are you nervous?”
“Yes.”
“Are you wet?”
She nods, taking a generous sip of her cocktail, finishing it. I grab her free hand, dragging it to my lap where my cock is already at full mass. Her eyes drop down as her fingers gently squeeze me.
“Harder, baby.” She obeys, my balls tightening as my head lulls back. I feel her hand release me as she pulls down my zipper, sliding her hand inside my pants and underwear to stroke me bare. “Oh goddamn,” I groan. I lift my head to tell her how good it feels when she slowly lowers her head beneath the table, wrapping her lips around me. I clench my jaw so tight to keep from shouting as she bobs her head up and down my length. I grab the back of her neck, pressing her head down a little further, praying I don’t blow early. I turn my attention back to the room, the dancers on stage occupying everyone else’s attention as I lean back a little further. I watch as sweet schoolteacher Miss Flowers deep throats my cock in public, her pink lips stretched wide to take my girth.
“You look so fucking good with a cock in your mouth. Look at you, taking me deep, getting me ready to stretch that tight little pussy of yours.” I can’t take it any longer; I’m seconds from blowing. I yank her off me, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her onto my lap. The booth is deep in the corner. I situate us so that her legs are straddling mine.
“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart.” I press her back to me. “Nobody will know my cock is stuffed deep inside you.” I reach down between us, lifting her dress and pushing her panties to the side. “Lean forward.” She obeys and I line myself up to her entrance. “Lean back.” She gasps, inching her way slowly back onto me just as our waiter approaches with her fresh cocktail.
“Here you are, miss.” I nod to him as he places the drink down in front of her. Daphne’s fingers dig into the tablecloth as she attempts to act natural. Her face is flush, her eyes wide, her lips swollen.
“Do you think he had any idea that I’m inside you?” I lean back, pushing her forward so that she’s leaning partly over the table. My hands are on her hips as I slowly start to push myself in and out of her. I grip her waist, my other hand reaching up to gently wrap around her throat, pulling her back to my chest. “You are a very naughty young lady, you know that? Sucking my cock like that. Getting so wet your pussy was throbbing for me. Allowing me to fuck you in public. Tsk, tsk.”
