Page 130 of Love or Tequila in Unexpected Places

Angelo chuckled softly, his cock straining painfully as he watched her turn and discreetly settle sideways in his lap, her back to the restaurant. He helped bunch up her dress, and with one swift movement, he was buried deep inside her. A deep, relieved breath escaped him as he rested his forehead on her shoulder.

“How do you feel this fucking incredible every time?” he murmured, the question more to himself than to her. It felt like a prayer, a plea to the gods, because this couldn’t be real.

Allison moaned in response, her hips rolling instinctively, but Angelo’s hands tightened on her waist, stopping her. “Not yet.”

“But—”

“Not,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear as the waiter approached to clear their table, “yet.”

“Was everything to your liking, sir?” The waiter’s voice broke through the haze, oblivious to what was happening beneath the table.

Angelo cleared his throat, struggling to regain control. “Yes. Thank you.”

“Would you like some dessert?”

Like you wouldn’t believe,he mentally grumbled.

“Yes, we’ll take two chocolate cheesecakes, please,” he said instead, wishing to torture this sweet woman in his lap a bit more.

The waiter nodded politely and headed toward the kitchen. As soon as he was gone, Allison let out a shaky breath, thighs pressing together, but otherwise staying perfectly still.

“Can I move now?” Her voice was soft, needy, laced with desperation.

Angelo smirked, feeling the power he had over her and deciding to tease a bit longer. “I think my cock needs some warming first.” He was torturing himself as much as her, but the tension between them was intoxicating. “If you stay perfectly still like a good pet, I’ll let you come. Understand?”

Allison’s eyes fluttered shut, her expression strained, but she nodded, remaining frozen on his lap.

“Good girl.”

She moaned softly, and Angelo quickly masked the sound with a small cough, making sure no one around them noticed. He could feel her tightening around him, her body trembling with need, and it thrilled him to know how much he was driving her wild.

Leaning in, he breathed in the intoxicating scent of her skin, a scent he wished he could keep for himself forever. “If only you could see what I’m seeing right now, Allison,” he whispered,his lips grazing her ear. She was drenched, her arousal seeping through, soaking him. “You’re a goddess, a fucking gift of nature. An Aphrodite made just for me.” He shifted inside her, and she whimpered, her body squeezing him in response.

“I can’t—”

“Shh,” he murmured, cutting her off. “Quiet,ómorfi. The desserts are here.”

As if on cue, the waiter returned with only one slice of chocolate cheesecake instead of two, but Angelo couldn’t care less. Not when he was buried deep inside her, lost in the heat of her body. Nothing could disturb this moment.

He was in Heaven.

He picked up the fork, cutting a small piece and bringing it to her lips. “Open.”

He fed her slowly, each bite a deliberate act of control. With every movement of the fork, he made the slightest of thrusts inside her, savoring the way she clenched tighter around him, the way her arousal slicked down his length. She was trapped in a whirlwind of sensations—moaning softly, taking each bite, her body pulsing with need.

By the time the dessert was finished, Angelo was at the brink, his self-control hanging by a thread.

“Now,” he whispered in her ear, his voice thick with lust, “you’re going to sit there, and take this cock like the good little pet you are. And you’re not going to make a sound. Understand?”

Allison nodded, her eyes closed, her breath shallow. “I’ll be quiet.”

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” He punctuated each word with a subtle thrust, barely noticeable to anyone else, but hard enough to drive her mad with need.

His hips began to move in slow, agonizing circles, heightening the tension between them. Angelo’s grip on her waist tightened,his hand slipping under the tablecloth to find her clit. He kept thrusting into her, right there in the open, his fingers teasing her little bundle of nerves as she grew more tense, until she tightened around him, gripping him completely.

She was a vice, squeezing him so tightly that he could barely hold on.

It didn’t take long. Allison came quietly, her body trembling in his lap as she bit down on his neck to stifle her moans. The thought that she might leave a mark, her heat, her wetness, the way she pulsed around him—Angelo was right behind her, his release barreling through him after only a few more thrusts. He spilled deep inside her, the sensation overwhelming, possessive.

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