I tremble and clench down on his member, and he grabs my chin and yanks my head to the side to face him.
“Did I tell you that you could come?” he asks. His tone harsh.
I flinch at his words. I’m waiting for him to hit me, but he doesn’t.
“I haven’t yet.” I’m tinkering on edge.
“Fuck,” he says.
Several more thrusts, and he’s swelling inside of me on the brink.
“Come for me, Kitten.”
I do as he commands, clenching down, squeezing him as I tremble on his lap. I bite down on my bottom lip, tugging it between my teeth to keep my moans at bay.
Daniel lifts me off his frame and sits me back down on the bench beside him. He adjusts himself back into his slacks and zips himself up. His eyes shine as he climbs out of the booth that we shared.
“Wait,” I say and grab him by the tie. I pull him tight for one last kiss.
But that’s not all I’m after. I need his keys or wallet. Whatever I can get my hands on first without him noticing.
With one hand latched to his tie, I’m careful to pickpocket him without him suspecting anything.
I shove his keys behind my back and am careful not to jingle them.
“Have a good night,” I say with a coy smile.
He saunters across the room to the bar where his friend is situated. He sits down, and I slip out of the booth and skirt out the front door before Daniel can realize I stole his keys and call the cops.