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“You look so fucking good in this dress, Jupiter.” He said in my ear so only I could hear all the nasty shit coming from his mouth. “If Marsh doesn’t show his face in the next ten minutes, I’m taking you into one of these back rooms and lifting this expensive silk dress up so I can fill you with all this dick.”
“Jesus, King. Stop being nasty. These panties are cute. Not functional. You can’t make me wet and expect for me not to make a mess,” I said in his ear. The smile that graced his lips. Lord in heaven, sendhelp.
“You can make a mess, Ju. I know how to clean it up.” He swept his tongue across his full, perfectly symmetrical lips and I knocked back the rest of my drink. His hand squeezed my thigh then slipped higher up my dress until he reached my panty line. His fingertips teased me right there at the junction of my hip and thigh and I squirmed, trying to ride the sensation.
I needed more.
More of his touches. More of his nasty words. More of…him.
When he grazed my pussy lips, I stifled a gasp. “Open,” King said in a low voice against the side of my face.
“We’re at the goddamn bar, King.”
“So? I said open up.” I looked around, swallowed the knot in my throat, and opened my legs a little wider for him. “I knew you wanted me to feel how wet you were.” And god, did he ever. He slipped a lone finger inside of me just deep enough to find my clit, which was already stiff and needy. He massaged it for a few quick beats but it seemed like forever. Like I would unravel at the slight pressure and slow movements King was making between my legs.
He was so discreet that to anyone on the outside looking in, it seemed like we were leaned into each other, having a casual conversation.
“Damn, I gotta stop touching you like this before it turns into something else.” King moved his hand and I pushed out a rush of pent-up air before asking the bartender for another drink. King took his slippery wet middle finger and ran it around the rim of his whiskey glass, then stirred his drink with it all while staring me in the eye and finishing every drop.
I blinked at him, pressing my thighs together.
We needed to find a room.
Now.
I gulped my drink to the dismay of the other prim and proper women around me, and stood to my feet, grabbing King’s hand.
“Ten minutes is up,” I announced to him. “Let’s go. Now.” He chuckled while he followed me across the room. We weaved between phony conversations and laughs until we found a hall that led to the bathrooms and further beyond that were offices.
“Fuck, they’re locked,” I whined.
“You forgot who your man is, Juju?” He slid behind me as I stood in front of a locked door and reached for the knob. He pulled something slim and silver from his pocket and fiddled with the lock for a few quick seconds. The door popped open and King winked at me, walking inside.
I wrapped my arms around him first, then my legs. He held me, supporting my weight like it was nothing as we crashed against the wall near the door, hungry and impatient. I needed him so bad. He’d turned my insides into liquid. If I didn’t feel him fucking me, I was going to lose it.
King lifted me higher on the wall so my tits were mouth level with him, then he slipped the slim straps down my shoulders with his teeth and swiped his warm thick tongue over my nipple. They both tightened to stiff pebbles for him while I moaned.
“You look so good tonight, Ju. So beautiful. Like a fucking princess.” He nibbled down the center of my chest then I felt him unleash the beast.
It poked against me from below, so hard and warm. Velvet sheathed steel pushing against all my wet heat. “Fuck me, King,” I said, staring into his eyes as he pushed his thick long dick inside of me.
“Like this, baby?” He dug into me and I shut my eyes, draping myself around him like a cape. He had super devil dick.
“Just like that, King. Oh god,” I moaned loud and strong because I didn’t care who knew what was going on. The passion between me and King was unstoppable. It was a force and we had to learn to obey it when it was hungry.
And it wasalwayshungry.
“I love your dick,” I whined while he fucked me like I had no morals. When he was inside of me…I didn’t. I was reckless and tangled in the moment. It was exactly how I wanted to be. “It feels so fucking good.” As I moaned in his ear, he drove deeper. It stung because the way he stretched me was borderline punishment but I loved that shit.
I loved how I still had to adjust to his size sometimes. I loved how wet he made me and how he always made sure I came. I loved how he loved me.
“Damn, Ju, you gotta stop saying shit like that. You know it makes me want to come.”
“I want you to come,” I moaned, looking into his eyes. I did. I loved the way he swelled and pulsed inside of me. It was divine.
“You need me to fill up that pretty pussy?” He growled, biting down on my neck.
“Uh-huh,” I whimpered. Pressure and pleasure were competing inside of me. I felt myself about to shatter around his dick.
