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“Helped me how?” she teased. “By fucking me?”
I looked at her face and answered honestly, “No, but I would have gladly shown him his place with my words or… fists if it came to that.”
“Oh, please.” She rolled her eyes. “I don’t think you’d beat up a kid over my heartbreak.”
“He’s not a kid anymore,” I reminded her.
She shook her head, not believing me, and I pulled back my hand when they served our dinner. Lobster with sautéed vegetables covered in butter and paprika in white wine sauce.
“It smells and looks delicious,” Summer whispered in awe, and I was glad that I at least got the food right.
We both ate the food in silence, looking over the night lights of the city and having a small talk about work, her show, and Void. I showed her the adorable pictures I had taken of the cat while he slept in the weirdest positions. She giggled and aww-ed seeing them, telling me how much she missed him.
I wished she would stop being so stubborn and just move in with me and Void.
We ate chocolate tiramisu for dessert, and I had to glare at her when she moaned, taking a bite from it.
“I’ll give you better reasons to moan. Tiramisu isn’t one of them.”
She sputtered and bit her lip. “You’re shameless, Damon.”
I placed the cloth from my lap on the table and tugged my tie low. “I will show you how shameless I am, kitten.” I pulled my tie over my shoulder so it wouldn’t get in the way. Her eyes widened when I continued, “I am starving for a particular dessert. Try not to scream.”
“Damon!” she hissed, watching me go underneath the table that was covered with a long tablecloth. Even if the server came to us, they wouldn’t know I was between her thighs.
I licked my lips seeing her bare legs and I spread them apart, her skin shivering when I leaned closer, tugging up her pencil skirt. Her hand clutched it, and I could imagine her flushed face, freckles standing out.
“Damon, please…” Her soft voice trailed off when I found her glistening entrance and caressed the sensitive nub with my finger. Her gasp made me smirk as I kissed her thigh, inching closer to her pussy.
I hummed when she tried to close her legs, but I pushed them apart with my shoulders, staying on my knees and kissing her pretty pussy. Her soft sigh encouraged me further as I licked her slicked slit, groaning at the sweet, musky taste. She was so fucking delicious. I didn’t think I could ever tire of her taste. Of her.
Squeezing her thighs, I pulled her closer and dove in. Eating her out for my pleasure and sucking her clit in my mouth before altering to licking her cream. I could hear how hard she was trying to hold back from moaning—
“Ma’am, do you want to order anything else?”
I paused when I heard the server.
“Um, I’d like one more…” I pulled back and when she spoke, I slid two fingers inside her wet pussy. “O-one more tiramisu.”
I bit her thigh, curling the pads of my fingers inside her as she stuttered.
“Of course, ma’am.” The server must have noticed my empty seat and asked, “Where’s Mr. Grant?”
I’m licking my favorite dessert with my face between the most perfect thighs.
“H-he went to washroom,” she replied, my fingers fucking her slowly. I was kind enough not to increase the pace, or hearing the wet squelches of her pussy would embarrass her. “Thank you!”
I didn’t care if the server left or not and leaned close to wrap my lips around her clit and sucked. Her response was quick with a jerk of her leg, her heel stumbling off as I took it over my shoulder and curled my fingers inside her cunt.
I wasn’t expecting her to cum when she let out a small whimper, her hand curling in my hair as her lithe body trembled with the orgasm. I growled and sucked her, prolonging the orgasm and licking her juices. I didn’t stop until she tried to weakly push me away. My mouth lowered to her thighs, kissing the soft skin and running my hands down her legs to soothe the tremble. I kissed her knee before sliding out from under the table and sitting on my chair.
Her skin was flushed, and eyes were dazed as she leaned back on the chair. I smirked at her, licking my lips and running a hand through my tousled hair. Her chest heaved up and down as she tried to catch her breath and shook her head.
“You’re an insatiable demon.”
“You loved it,” I replied smugly and licked my fingers clean. I straightened my tie and watched her struggle to fix her skirt and put on her shoe. “By the way, you owe me one punishment.”
“What?” She frowned.
