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“On your cock.”
A burst of laughter falls from his lips against mine. “My demanding little wife loves my cock.”
“I do,” I admit. “I love it.”
I love you.The three words are on my tongue waiting to be said, but not here. Not when my back is pressed against the uneven red, chipped bricks of a building that has been here for more than a century.
We’re behind a bar.
I can hear music streaming from the cracked open back door. The faint sounds of people’s voices only add to the moment.
I’ve never done anything like this before, but I want him so desperately I’d strip naked and jump on him without another thought.
His hand runs over my thigh. “Spread.”
I do it with no hesitation.
His fingers glide over my panties. “So fucking wet, Lawton.”
“For you,” I whisper in the darkness, searching for his lips again.
He finds mine, and I’m gifted with another kiss. This one is slow and meant to torture me. I’m sure of it.
“Your cock,” I manage to purr out those two words.
“My fingers,” he counters as he fists my lace panties and tears them off, shoving them into the pocket of his pants.
I jolt forward with the motion, but I stop myself with two hands on his chest. “Daniel.”
“I need you to come now,” he says through a heavy exhale. “I need to hear it. Jesus, you make the sweetest sounds when you come. The way you say my name…I could blow my load thinking about that.”
I close my eyes because the weight of my need for him is almost unbearable.
I cry out when his fingers glide over my core.
“How can anyone feel this fucking good?” he whispers.
I glance down to see his hand hidden under the skirt of my dress. His arm moves with each thrust of his fingers inside of me. It’s raw and utterly primal.
Anyone who walked out of the back door of the bar would know what he’s doing to me.
“This won’t take long,” he says with assurance, amusement tainting his tone. “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers and make you wait for my cock.”
“No,” I protest in a voice dripping with frustration. “I need to be fucked.”
He slips a finger in my channel and then another.
I slide my hips forward, seeking more contact.
He understands, knows, can sense exactly what I need because even in this darkened spot with his eyes glued to my face, his thumb finds my clit with ease.
He circles it again and again as he fucks me with his fingers.
The sound is unmistakable, and the low moans coming from my throat are a perfect accompaniment to it.
I reach down and cover his hand with mine, riding it. “Daniel.”
“Just like that, baby.” His voice is deep and dripping with unmet need. “Ride me. Take from me. Use me.”
