After a few long seconds, she makes her decision and slides across to me, throwing her leg over my thighs and I shift a little more to make room. She settles down onto me, her legs spread over mine and presses into my cock, a groan rumbling up my throat.
“You’re going to need to be really quiet, princess,” I rasp before I capture the lobe of her ear between my teeth, nipping gently. Her answer is to roll her pussy against me as her face buries into the side of my neck to stifle her whispered moan.
“Good girl,” I praise, laying my hands to her bare thighs, sliding them up beneath her dress. “Lift for me.”
She braces her weight onto her knees, and I quickly tug at my pants, freeing my aching dick that’s already leaking for her. Ihold the base of it and turn to press a kiss to her neck, “Pull your panties to the side and sit on my cock, princess.”
Her whole-body shivers but she subtly reaches beneath the skirts of her dress and obeys.
At the first feel of the heat of her I have to bite my lip to stop the groan but when she sinks down onto me, taking the entire length of me, I almost damn explode.
She’s so fucking perfect, feels so fucking good it just doesn’t seem real or in the realm of possibilities.
“Oh god,” She breathes quietly, a shake to her voice and a tremble through her muscles. It’s fucking hard to stay focused, hard not to just lift her up, slam her against the table and fuck her until she screams my name for all of them to hear.
“Does this make you wet, baby?” I shift my hips, “Knowing I’m fucking you here, in front of all these people and any one of them could see?” She rolls her hips, grinding against me, my cock moving in and out of her perfect cunt at a slow, torturous pace, “They’d see how well this pussy takes me, see how good we fit, and no one will be able to deny the way you’re made for me.”
“I need more,” She stammers, her pussy clenching around my shaft.
“Move your hips, take what you need. Be slow baby, be quiet.”
The skirts of her dress are long enough to cover what we are doing but it isn’t hard to figure out if someone were to look close enough. The whole crowd is right there and yet it feels like we are the only two people to exist in the world right now.
“That feel good, princess?” I whisper, my own voice shaking, “Because to me you feel like heaven.”
She lifts a little before sinking back down, taking me to the hilt, so damn wet and warm, she soaks my cock and my upper thighs.
“Yo, River!” Someone hollers my name and my attention snaps to a guy I don’t know well at all, making his way toward us. My hands clamp onto Marly’s hips, attempting to stop her movements but she whimpers against my ear.
“I’m going to come.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, “Then come for me before we get caught and I have to rip out this guy’s eyes for seeing you like this.”
Her teeth sink into the side of my neck which stifles her moan, and her hips move just a little quicker, her pussy fluttering around my length.
Oh fuck. Fuccckkkkkk.
My teeth clamp together, the feel of her tight cunt clamping around me like a damn vice making my balls draw up tight.
My fingers leave bruises on her skin and when her spasms come quicker, tighter, I can’t stop it.
I grit my teeth so hard my jaw aches with it as I spill into her, filling her up as she continues to come in front of all these damn people. She’s still mid orgasm when the guy reaches the table.
I bring my hand up to her head, cradling her against my neck to keep her face buried against me.
“What’s up with her?” The guy asks. I can’t even remember his name at this point.
“What do you want?” I snap, my voice shaking, my cock still spasming inside of her.
“I just wanted to congratulate you on that win, man,” His voice wavers, “Ricky is a prick.”
“Great,” I bite, “Thanks.”
Marly squirms against me, her tongue flicking against my neck and my cock jerks.
“Look, man,” The tremor in my voice is so damn obvious, “I just need a minute with my girl.”
His eyes drop as if he can see beneath the table, and I know exactly when he realizes there’s something more happening here because his cheeks flame red.
