She groans in beautiful agony. “Please.”
I shake my head and pull my cock out of her, producing a frustrated grunt from her. “Turn around.”
Despite looking furious, she hops off the counter and turns around, bending over even though I didn’t instruct her to. So damn eager.
I part her ass cheeks and can’t help the low guttural sound that tears from my throat at the sight of her pretty little asshole. Reaching around, I place my finger into her mouth. “Suck,” I order.
She does as she’s told, sucking as if it’s my cock.
“Good girl,” I purr, and then I press the wet finger against her asshole.
Anya turns tense. “What are you—”
I yank her hair with my other hand. “No questions.” Slowly, I work my finger into her pretty little asshole. As she relaxes, she begins to enjoy it. Her moans restarting as she rocks back onto my finger.
“Dirty girl, do you like that?” I watch her face in the mirror.
She looks right back at me. “I love it.”
I release her hair and use my other hand to guide my cock into her cunt again, my finger still lodged in her asshole. “Good, because I have every intention of fucking your ass at some point.”
She bites her bottom lip. “I don’t think it would fit.”
I chuckle. “Of course it will. I’ll make it fucking fit.” I pull my finger out of her ass and she whimpers.
“Please, Valery. I need to come.”
“You like my finger in your ass, don’t you?”
“Yes, but I just need to come. Please fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
Her begging is like music to my ears. I’ve reduced her to this out in a public setting and that turns me on more than anything.
“Okay, only because you asked so nicely.”
I slam inside of her, my hands grabbing her hips and using my strength to pull her against me. The force of my thrusts knocking her into the edge of the counter will no doubt leave bruises, but I can’t help it. My passion for Anya is animalistic. It transcends any rational thought or reason.
Her moans are mixed with screams as I push her toward the edge, hitting the spot inside of her that makes her thighs tremble.
The entire restaurant will have heard us, and thankfully we’d already finished eating. Because as soon as the pleasure wears off, she’ll be beyond humiliated.
“Scream for me, Anya. I want to hear you scream while you come apart on my cock.” I growl, struggling to hold off. “You feel so fucking amazing.”
Grabbing her throat from behind, I squeeze, knowing that she always comes apart when I choke her. Almost instantly, I feel her muscles clamp around my cock and she screams my name as she climaxes. And then she squirts, flooding my cock with her sweet arousal.
I pound her through it until my release hits me hard, and I lean forward, sinking my teeth into her shoulder, as I fill her with my seed. The insanity of what I’m doing, fucking her with no protection, still doesn’t bother me. If she gets pregnant with my baby, good. I want her to have my children. I want her to be my wife.
Her pussy is soaking wet, and she’s made a mess of the floor and my pants. I smirk at the thought of leaving this bathroom with her mess all over me.
I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head to the side unnaturally so that I can kiss her lips. “You are so perfect,” I gasp, still breathless from the intensity of my release. “And you’ve made a real mess.” I pull out of her and retreat back a foot so she can spin around.
She looks down at my pants and turns red. “Oh God. Everyone will know.”
“Good.” I yank her into me and grab her chin, forcing her to look into my eyes. “I want everyone to know that I own you. That you are mine in every sense of the word.”
Her nostrils flare, but surprisingly, she doesn’t contest that claim, making me more confident that she does feel the same as I do.
I kiss her neck and move lower to her shoulders. “Tell me who owns you.”