Page 81 of Mister Stark

His hand fell into my lap and his fingers roamed down my purple dress. They got to the edge, and he hiked it up with his fingers crawling upwards underneath it. He kept going up my inner thigh and my temperature rose with each new pace.

“What are you doing?” I gasped.

He squeezed my thigh and whispered in my ear. “I’m continuing the wicked game you started.”

My skin tingled with want as he skillfully tortured my flesh and made me want more. He made me want all he offered and my body couldn’t deny him. I shouldn’t, I swore I wouldn’t, but daddy made me naughty.

I knew he did this on purpose and it was all part of the plan. It unfolded into a secretive passion as his fingers snuck in behind my wet panties and found my clit. He circled them around and lit the match. But my world burst into flames.

“I love touching you, but you know what I love more?” He whispered into my ear.

“What?” I softly gasped.

“I love to watch you squirm, princess.” He said as he sat back in his chair and watched me.

My head spun with pure bliss, and my back arched against the chair. I kept my eyes open and the dim lights swirled with little stars. My hands clenched the sides on the seat and my fingernails dug into the fabric. His torturous taunt did me over and I found my ass move in my seat. It slowly circled with his pace and pressed my clit closer towards his movement. My climax grew fast because of the thrill of being caught. Each breath I took came out more like a slight pant as I tried to contain myself against the pleasure building inside.

He massaged, flicked and teased me. The sensation grew throughout me, and I knew my release was just around the corner. My rhythm picked up when no one was watching except his lustful stare, and it pleased him. I caught him as he rubbed himself out of the corner of my eye and I wanted to help him, but the risk was too much.

“Oh...” I softly groaned as he patted my clit and I clenched my eyes closed.

My climax was so close I could scream, and he circled faster. I had ridden my release out for as long as it could and was right at the edge. I braced my back against the chair and my hands found the wood of the table. As the bright stars formed, I clung onto it, but I didn't want to cry out and I...

A throat cleared, and I heard Dylan’s voice. “Sorry that took so long, but business comes first. Right, dad?”

My eyes shot open, and I crossed my legs. He scared me right back to reality as the stars vanished and my head cleared. I pushed Daxon’s hand aside and looked at Dylan. He sat in his seat and fixed his tie before he took his seat. His eyes fell on his dad and I blew out my unsteady breath. I couldn’t speak, and Dylan had almost had us. Another second and Dylan would’ve caught me lost in pure sexual foreplay with his father.

Daxon swallowed hard and answered. “Right, son. Business before pleasure.”

Daxon stole a quick glance at me, and I found my voice. “Excuse me, gentleman. I need to use the ladies’ room.”

“I need to clean this mess up. I’ll be right back, son.” Daxon announced as I heard him from behind me and walked away from the table.

I left before I got a response because I needed to breathe. I need to think straight and I couldn’t do it with Daxon around. He made me wild and crazy, but it was the most passion I had ever felt. He made me live again.

But I couldn’t continue like this.

This was too much, and we almost got caught. I did things I never would do with him, and there was too much at stake. Too much to risk to be so stupid and foolish. It needed to end.

I got to the bathroom and saw the men’s restroom first. My heels continued for the ladies’ room, but an arm wrapped around my round waist. It pulled me backwards with a swift movement and through a door. I gasped as my back hit a stall in the bathroom and I stared into Daxon’s uneasy eyes. He puffed, and it fanned my face.

“What on earth has gotten into you, Daxon?” I asked in a bewildered state and pushed against his broad shoulders.

He didn’t budge, and his eyes changed from unease to passion within seconds. I set him aflame, and he was ready to devour me on the spot. Right here in the men’s restroom.

“You’ve gotten into me, princess.” He breathed as his eyes blazed into mine and wouldn’t let me go. “And daddy wants more.”

I pushed him once more, and he backed up. “Well, daddy can’t have more because this is over. We can’t keep doing this. Your son almost caught us together.”

He moved toward me and I moved back. Daxon Stark was a hungry beast, and he wanted what he craved the most. Me.

“It’s not over and it never will be, princess.” Daxon demanded as he shut the stall door closed behind him and picked me up off the ground.

I gasped as he sat me on the toilet’s closed lid and my eyes were on the bulge I created inside his pants. A groan escaped him at the sight of me when I looked up at him. I should be afraid, but I wasn’t. He made me hot, wet and horny. His broad figure of power loomed over me and it turned me on.

I never broke eye contact with him as he unzipped his pants and his massive cock sprang free. I knew what he needed and gave him a taste. He moaned from above after I licked the head of his dick. Passion seared through him and it made me wetter than ever. I slid my tongue down the side of him and back until I took him inside my mouth. My mouth took all of him and he grabbed my hair. He bobbed my head back and forth as I gagged on his cock. The head of him hit the back of my throat and he released himself from me with a wicked grin.

“Enough foreplay, young lady.” Daxon growled as he bent down and pulled down my panties. “It’s time to make you scream.”

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