It’s all the confirmation I need to know she wants this as badly as I do.
Abandoning my spot, I walk up behind her. Snagging an arm around her waist, I yank her flush against me.
She gasps in fear until I press my mouth against her ear. “Still want me?”
“Yes, I want you,” she says breathlessly, melting against my body.
“Good girl.”
A shudder goes down her curves at the soft compliment.
Praise kink?Oh, I’m going to have so much fun with her. I drag her into the men’s restroom, locking the door behind me.
There’s a shadow underneath one of the stalls as I carry a squirming Arya to the back wall against the end of the marble counter.
Someone’s in for a very erotic show.
Lowering Arya to her feet, I keep my front pressed against her back. Fisting her hair, I turn her head to the rectangular mirror on our right. The pencil heels adorning her feet make her reach my shoulders. The perfect height for my cock to slide inside her.
Her sultry gaze locks on mine in the mirror.
I trace my fingers down her spine, earning a shiver when I curl them into the hem of her dress. Instead of dragging it up, I tease the silky flesh beneath.
She arches into my caress, desperate for it.
“So needy and I haven’t even started,” I hum. “You keep calling me a gentleman. I’m going to show just how much I am not.”
Twisting her around, I collar her throat and slam my lips against hers.
She cries out.
I thrust my tongue in and force her mouth wider as I ruthlessly claim it. No holds barred, I pour every ounce of desire I’ve choked down for weeks. That has been pulsing between us since the moment we met. Her plump lips are as lush and sweet as I knew they would be.
I cannot stop devouring them.
Dominating them.
Nipping and licking them harshly.
She begs for it all with her moans, her nails that dig into my arms, and shy flicks of her tongue against mine.
Crushing her between the wall and my body, I spread her legs with my feet. Slanting my head to kiss her deeper, I shove her dress up, bunching it around her waist.
She pushes her hips into my groin when I don’t touch where she’s aching the most.
“N-Nathan.”
With a soft bite to her bottom lip, I rip my mouth from hers. We’re both panting hard as I study her swollen lips. Rubbing my thumb over them, I growl, “They look like they’ve been sucking on my cock for hours.”
Her tongue peeks out, swiping over the pad of my thumb unintentionally.
She realizes it as my hungry eyes flick up to hers. If possible, her gaze becomes rounder and more nervous.
“Don’t worry, I’m not fucking your throat.” I soften my voice. “But I am going to do what I said before.”
Her chest rises and falls faster as she bites the corner of her lip.
I tug it free. “Tell me, Arya. Where will I touch you next?”
