Again, silence.
I stand up behind her, once again meeting her eye through our reflection. With one hand, I grip my cock, rubbing the head against her slick slit, and with the other, I grab a handful of her hair, shoving her forward until her chest meets the countertop. “All you have to do is say no, and I’ll stop.”
She goes one step beyond not saying no by pressing her lips together in a firm line.
I shake my head, anger and lust warring through my body. “Fine. You want me to be the bad guy? I’ll be the fucking bad guy and fuck you in a public bathroom.” I shove my hips forward and sink my cock so deep inside of her, she cries out and breaks her vow of silence. Pumping my hips hard and fast, I chase my own release, too pissed off to worry about her pleasure even though I can feel it building as her pussy grips and clenches my cock.
I smack her ass hard, and then yank her hair back, clamping my teeth down on that sweet spot between her neck and shoulder. She cries out again, arching her back, making sure I can continue to fuck her hard and deep.
“You make me fucking crazy,” I growl as I claim and mark her in the most primal way, cum shooting out of me fast and heavy within seconds.
Sagging against her, I release her neck, breathing heavily as post-orgasm tremors shake my legs.
“More,” she whines, slapping her palm against the mirror. “Keep going, Tate. I was so fucking close.”
And then, a sadistic streak I didn’t even know I was capable of shoots through me, and I pull out of her, once again meeting her eyes through our reflection. “If you want more, you know where to fucking find me.”
With that, I pull up my shorts, tuck my cock away, and do the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life… I walk away from her.