Page 58 of On the Line

“You thought you could send me that video and I wouldn’t take advantage of you,” he says in between ravaging kisses. “Huh princess?” His hands knead my ass, pushing my skirt up with his leg in between my thighs. “You think I’d see you in that pretty little lavender set and not want to immediately fuck your brains out?”

My giggle is mischievous while I chase his lips with mine. “Maybe that was exactly my plan, salad boy.” Both our hands are frantically pulling at each other’s clothes, eager to fulfill every threat we’re flinging at each other. “Maybe all I wanted was to use you, ever thought about that?”

He tugs my thong to the side and plunges two fingersinside me. My moan is full of shocked delight, my head falling back onto the wall. His mouth tickles my ear. “You can use me as much as you like, baby.” His fingers sloppily pumping in and out. “As long as I get to fuck your perfect pussy in the process.”

Sliding his fingers out, I whimper at the loss. He shoves my thong down my thighs.

“Take those off,” he orders while pulling a condom out of his pocket. “Give them to me.”

His commanding tone is so intoxicating that I'd do anything he asks me.

I hand him my thong and he stuffs it in his pocket while tearing the foil wrapper of the condom open with his teeth. He pushes his pants down just low enough for his cock to spring out. Thick, veiny and so fucking enticing.

He then takes my hands and guides me to his cock. “Hurry up and put this on me, so I can rail you against this wall.” There’s a tremor in my touch while I slowly roll the condom over his hard, throbbing shaft, our burning gazes locked on one another, our chests rising almost in sync. I can barely handle the anticipation. His hand clasps around mine, our fingers curling at the base of his cock. “Bad girls get their pretty cunts stretched and don’t make a sound, understand?”

I swallow hard, hiking my skirt over my hips, exposing my pussy to him. “Yes, chef,” I say with a hint of a taunt, but inside I’m a shaky mess of adrenaline.

His eyes are hooded as they dip down and then back up, his hand finding me even more aroused than before. He slides only one finger inside this time as if toying with me and then says, “Open your mouth.”

I lick my lips and then let my jaw fall open. As soon as I do, he shoves my thong into my mouth. I don’t even havetime to react before he’s lifted me against the wall, both thighs around his hips as he notches himself at my entrance, pushing the tip inside with a slow but deliberate force. I can taste my own arousal on my thong, the cotton fabric getting drenched with my own saliva, my sounds muffled but seeking to be heard.

“Take a deep breath,” he rasps, darkened eyes still fixed on me, his deviant grin promising nothing but debaucherous pleasure.

When my lungs are full on an inhale, he slams into me, his hips pinning me against the wall. My moan resembles more of a scream, the mix of pain and pleasure making me squeeze my thighs even tighter around him. Ozzy slams his tattooed hand over my mouth, the thong still balled up inside.

He coos while shushing me. “Not a sound, remember?” He slides his cock out and thrusts back in, his chef jacket straining against his chest. “Or maybe my dirty little princess likes the idea of someone walking in on us?” he says followed by a dark chuckle, his hips now setting a punishing rhythm. “I wouldn’t stop fucking you even if they did.”

His words are laced with fantasy and I latch on to them, my thoughts ablaze with the idea of us getting caught. I can feel myself getting even wetter. My muffled whimpers burn my lips as Ozzy pistons into me, over and over, hard and unforgiving against the wall.

My nails dig into his shoulder while my other hand trails down to where we connect, my clit swollen and sensitive. I mindlessly circle it, chasing the pleasure already building at an alarming pace and it makes me squeeze around Ozzy’s cock, my muscles fluttering with mind-numbing arousal.

The tick of Ozzy’s jaw and the groan he tries to contain behind clenched teeth make me believe he’s teetering on the same all-consuming edge as I am. “Let me feel you come all over my cock, baby,” he manages to bite out. His finger touches his lip, reminding me to stay quiet. “Can you do that for me?”

I furiously nod my agreement, feeling crazed, needing to come so badly I think I might cry. A few more desperate strokes over my clit, paired with Ozzy’s cock splitting me open, manages to do just that. I bite down on my thong, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as the orgasm ripples through me like shock waves to the chest.

Ozzy’s head falls into the crook of my neck, his breathing heavy and shallow as he pumps into me a few more times before stilling, his hips pushing me even harder into the wall. For a few seconds, he doesn’t move, his mouth simply pressing into my skin. I’m sure he can feel the erratic beat of my heart against his lips.

As we both try to catch our breath, he lets me slide back down to the floor and quickly pulls his pants back up with the condom still on. He then delicately takes my thong out of my mouth while I smooth my skirt back down. Thinking he’s going to hand them back to me, I open my palm. But he stuffs them into his pocket with a wink.

“Seriously?” I ask with a raised brow. “You’re going to make me work commando?”

He barks a laugh, cheeks flushed, hair mussed, and looking prettier than ever. “If I had any say in it, you’d never wear panties again, sweetheart.”

I roll my eyes, smiling like a fool.

Grabbing my neck with one hand, he kisses me. It’s quick but passionate, and I’m left breathless all over again.

Afterward, he reaches over for a can of tomatoes. “Alibi,”he deadpans. I giggle but don’t say anything. “I’ll go out first,” he adds, his thumb stroking my cheek and bottom lip. “Have a good shift, yeah?”

I nod, my smile still wide against my cheeks. He nods back, eyes sparkling, and leaves.

I make a quick pit-stop at the restroom, hurriedly fixing my hair and my smudged mascara before returning to my cold plate of pasta. Checking my phone, I realize I don’t have any more time to finish my staff meal.

Worth it.

Shoveling a few bites into my mouth near the dish pit, I scurry to finish my side jobs before Orso opens for the night.

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