I shake my head. “They better not.”
She moans when I push her panties aside.
When I feel the burning wetness of her hot slit, I can’t stop myself. My heart is thumping so loudly I can’t hear my thoughts, only see her… see Penny completely naked, her small hands buried in her tits, staring up at me with her wide innocent eyes like she can barely handle this.
I see her with her legs open, her sex soaked and glistening for me, beckoning me to take what’s rightfully mine.
I move my hand higher, pushing down on her center and then her clit. She makes a choking noise, as though she was about to scream but stopped it at the last second.
Beyond us, I can still hear the noises of the restaurant, the band, and the chatter. But it all seems so far away, as though coming from a different world.
Nothing else matters except for my woman, except for the sweet stickiness between her legs.
“Look at you baby,” I growl. “You’re soaked.”
She murmurs wordlessly, nodding her head. Her skin has never been more flushed, the deep shade of red turning me even more feral. I lean forward, giving myself a better angle, and then begin to glide my palm up and down her pussy.
She collapses against me, burying her face in my shoulder. It’s the same way she collapsed when we were talking about her childhood, but there’s a new meaning to it now.
Distantly a warning siren blares telling me to stop.
This is too much too soon. I’m going to scare her away.
It doesn’t stand a chance against the feel of her little pearl, or her breath panting through my shirt, against my skin. She opens her mouth and moans against me when I begin to move faster, grinding my hand against her folds, and rubbing her clit hard and rough.
Faster, with more furious passion, I give her needy little clit the attention it deserves. She bites down on my shoulder, softly at first, and then with more force as I attack her clit.
Her moans drive me on. I couldn’t stop now if the restaurant exploded. All that matters, all that exists is my woman and how close she is to getting her release.
My cock feels ready to burst out of my pants, throbbing against my zipper like it needs to break free and thrust in the one place it belongs.
Her.
Inside my woman, where I’ll explode over and over until her young body has no choice but to get pregnant. I’ll fill her so much it’ll come gushing out of her, and then I’ll plunge right back in, hard again, fucking her raw, fucking her so there’s no doubt about who she belongs to.
She grasps my arm with both her hands, squeezing down, and digging her fingernails in. I’m pumping my whole arm now, my forearm hitting the table occasionally, but I don’t care. I don’t feel it.
The only thing I feel is my woman.
Her pussy is so wet, that I’m smearing her juices across her lips and clit with each movement.
Soon she’s pumping her hips. Something about the way she does it tells me she’s driven by instinct, nothing else.
She’s not putting on a show. She simply can’t contain herself.
I know the feeling.
Her moaning grows louder, only muffled by her teeth against my shirt. Then everything stops. Her hips become still. She pauses, biting down on me with so much force I’m sure she must break the skin.
“That’s it,” I snarl, sensing how close she is. “Come for me, Penny. Fucking come for me, baby.”
“Ah, ah, ah,” she cries, letting go of my shoulder. “Oh, my—Fuck—is this—oh, oh…”
She falls back against the chair as my hand goes into overdrive, rubbing relentlessly.
Her release makes her legs tremble in the sexiest way. I can’t look away from them, staring down with complete captivation as her body dances alluringly, as her wetness seeps over my hand, spilling gorgeously out of her.
When the thrashing of her legs slows down, her eyes become lucid again. She blinks as though waking from a dream.
I remove my hand, heaving a breath, my chest rising and my thoughts already spiriting ahead.
To where I’m going to take her. Someplace private. Someplace we won’t have to worry about being interrupted.
“You make me so crazy,” I say, my breaths coming fast.
I lean in for another kiss but she pulls back, blinking again.
Are those tears in her eyes?
“I’m sorry,” she mutters. “I need the bathroom. Is that okay?”
The question stings. As though I’m going to keep her here against her will.
“Of course it is.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Penny
I walk past the bathroom and down the hall, unable to keep my hands still, opening and closing them as my pace grows even quicker.
Something inside of me tries to get me to stop. What just happened is everything I dreamed of, the sudden possessive glint that came into his eyes, the way he stared at me as his hand climbed higher and higher.