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He bumps into a waiter on the way to the back, but he doesn’t stop.

“Where are we going?” I ask when we’re in an area that looks like it’s for staff only.

He doesn’t answer. He can’t answer. There’s only one thing on his mind and that’s getting into me as soon as humanly possible.

I look around for any witnesses as he forces open a small closet. Inside are a few brooms leaning against the wall and some extra folded chairs. There’s a bare light bulb in the ceiling. Jack turns it on.

It’s not as romantic or functional as the last place we made love, but I’ll take it. It’s not about romance now. It’s about urgent need. Unrestrained lust.

We hurry inside and close the door. The carnal look on Jack’s face as his hungry eyes feast on me sends shivers cascading through me.

The dark shadows on his face are making him look like a predator. It’s making him look like he’s going to devour me whole. Susan would call the police if she saw him right now, but it doesn’t scare me at all. It just heightens my need, my anticipation, my lust.

“What if someone comes in?” I say, already breathless.

He pushes me against the door, which swings inward, and I know nobody is going to be able to open it with our body weight pressing against it.

“I’m so wet,” I whisper as his lips hover over mine. I can feel my need sopping onto my inner thighs.

“Pull up your dress and show me,” he commands in a firm voice.

I’m heaving out breaths with my back arched against the door. My hand is shaking as I grab the bottom of my dress and pull it up for him, exposing my bare pussy.

“Oh!” I cry out with a shudder as he cups my aching mound and dips a finger inside my wet hole. It feels so good, but I want more. I want his big thick cock to stretch me out. It’s the only thing that will satisfy me and I need it now.

“So fucking wet,” he growls as he pulls his hand away and sucks my juice off his finger.

My knees buckle, but he’s pressing me against the door so I stay up.

I reach for his belt and frantically pull it out as he yanks down the top of my dress, freeing my breasts. He’s on them at once, gripping them firmly as he sucks on my hard tingling nipples.

My pussy is on fire. I can’t get his delicious cock out fast enough.

We’re both grunting and panting and whimpering, probably making way too much noise for a public restaurant. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a crowd gathered outside when we finally open the door. I don’t even care. Getting his cock inside of me is the only concern on my mind.

I get his throbbing monster free and guide it to my wet hole. With one hard pump of his hips, he thrusts it deep inside me, stretching and filling me out completely. I dig my face into his neck and stifle a cry.

“I never want to leave this sweet cunt,” he grunts as he holds himself deep within me. “I can’t control myself when it comes to you.”

“I love it when you’re like that,” I tell him as my hands curl into fists, making wrinkles in his shirt as I squeeze it. “When you’re out of control for me.”

He kisses me hard on the mouth and then starts thrusting in and out with a fierce pounding rhythm. I slam into the door over and over as the heated pleasure builds within.

It’s so wet between us, my pussy coating him in my warm sticky juices.

This is the most frantic I’ve seen him. The most desperate to get off. Neither of us are going to last long here. I can already feel an orgasm building within.

“We’ll take our time tonight,” he hisses through gritted teeth as he fucks me harder. “Right now I need to coat your insides with my cum. I need you drenched in me, so every man in here knows you’re mine.”

“They know,” I moan. “Everyone knows I’m yours.”

He grabs the back of my legs and lifts me off the ground. I gasp as he spreads my legs apart and hammers his big cock into me at a ruthless pace.

I cum hard all over his dick, but he doesn’t even slow down. He’s merciless as he rams into me over and over, melting my insides in the most blissful way.

This time I don’t get my mouth into his neck as I cry out in pleasure. It’s way too loud, but I don’t care. I will in a few minutes, but not right now.

Jack’s grip on me tightens as he thrusts in all the way and holds his cock in me with a savage grunt. I feel his dick lurch in my pussy and then the beautiful warmth of his cum filling every inch of me.


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