My left hand is braced in between her shoulder blades as I smack her other cheek, making it equally pink. She gasps and whines, but it’s always followed by a noise of pleasure. I’m on her eighth smack when the pain in my hand starts to really bother me. I ball my fist on top of her ass and open and close it .
Without speaking, Jessa pops herself up and straddles my lap. Her eyes are glassy and she strokes my face.
“Are you okay? Do you need to stop?” I ask her.
“Umm… no, my hip was hurting. Can I turn the other way? Please,” she says, searching my eyes. I realize she must have known my hand was hurting and this is her way of giving me an out without me having to be the one to stop the scene.
“Get comfortable, baby. Two more then Daddy is going to make it feel better.”
She readjusts herself so it’s my left hand smacking her perfectly pink and pert ass. The two last hits are sharp and concise. I may be more impatient than she’s feeling right now. Fuck, do I want to reward her and make her feel so good.
She’s slightly shaking after my palm hits her ass for the tenth time, and she’s panting when I slide my hand over her tender flesh and dip inside of her dripping pussy. One of her hands is clutching at my thigh as I toy with her—enjoying the way her cunt is sucking my fingers inside of her so audibly I know anyone within ten feet can certainly hear it.
“So wet after getting spanked, aren’t you? Such a messy fucking girl for your daddy.”
She doesn’t respond and just whimpers, so I smack her ass cheek even though my right hand hurts. She gasps and moans louder.
“Yes. Yes,” she says loudly, not giving a single fuck that anyone is watching her become a begging and whimpering mess.
“Do you like having all of these people watching your greedy cunt taking my fingers?”
“Yes.” Her voice is quieter this time. I increase my pace and start fucking her harder. The idea of her gushing all over my dress pants has me nearly coming as I shift myself so I can get the right angle as I finger fuck her.
“You can come and when you do, you better make a mess. I won’t stop until you’ve squirted all over me.”
“I don’t know if I can,” she pants. She only did it that first time I fingered her at her cottage, but I know I can make her do it again.
“Yes you can, and you will. Be a good girl and drench Daddy’s pants.”
“What if I can’t?” she asks between pants.
“Then I guess we’ll be here all night, baby.” Her mouth parts, and I fuck her even harder with my hand. Wanting to make her feel so good she doesn’t even have a moment to overthink this, I grip her ass tightly while my other hand toys with her pussy. Wet suctioning noises from my fingers going in and out of her spur me to go harder.
It’s then that I feel a gush of fluid drip down my wrist and Jessa’s back arches as she moans loudly and her thighs start to shake. Her grip on my thigh is near bruising as I continue fucking her, ringing out every drop of her sweet cunt that I can manage.
I can feel wetness pooling on my pants, and I feel satisfied as she shakes over my lap. Multiple club goers are watching, most of them with an amused or entertained expression. I reluctantly slide my wet fingers out of her and pat her ass lightly. She winces and then sighs.
“Come here, baby.”
I have to help her spread her thighs, and she grimaces when she sits on my thighs.
“My poor baby,” I say, and she groans as she leans forward, her lips against my throat as she breathes. “You did so good. Fuck, you’re perfect.” I kiss the side of her head, and she grabs my suit jacket and grinds her wet pussy against my trousers. Thank god I packed us both a change of clothes to leave in.
Her hands are all over my jaw and hair as she moves on my lap, stopping to wince every time she rubs a sore spot against my thigh. “Can I make you feel good?”
“I enjoyed myself thoroughly. Having everyone here see how beautifully my girl comes around my fingers and how much she likes it when I smack her sweet little ass.”
She moans and leans forward, taking my lips against hers.
“I need you to come inside of me. I want them to see how I’m yours,” she says, like it wasn’t clear enough when everyone was staring at us as I spanked her and made her come.
“Then take Daddy’s cock out,” I say, and she licks her lips and nods. She unfastens my belt quickly before undoing the top button and sliding down the zipper.
Her hands are confident as she tugs my boxers down, one of her hands stroking my length as the other fondles my balls and rubs my perineum with her fingers.
“Next time we come, I’m going to worship your cock for hours, but I can’t wait tonight.” I swallow, loving that idea, but needing her just as much as she needs me. She doesn’t ask permission, just lines her dripping cunt up with the head of my cock. Wetting the length with her obscene release before she slinks down on the shaft, moaning as she takes me inch by inch.
I grip her ass, and she winces, but it’s followed by a moan, so I keep my grip tight as I help her glide up and down my cock. I briefly look over her shoulder to see the sets of eyes on us. There are still multiple, while others are engaging in their own activities. Jessa is in her own world as she rides me, her pace erratic and wild as her dark hair fans her face. Something about giving her so much pleasure that she doesn’t care about her surroundings makes my chest swell. That we can have this cosmic effect on each other is something I didn’t know existed. It hits me right then that we could be everything, the perfect combination of affection, friendship, and desire.
