Page 72 of Two Wrongs

“Mmm, good girl,” I praise as my fingers flirt with the hem of her skirt. “Are you wet for daddy?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” she taunts.

I give her ass a smack, and feel her flesh jiggle. “I’m going to and you’re going to be quiet, aren’t you?”

Moving my hand under the skirt of her dress again, I brush my fingers against the smooth skin of her thigh, and move up to the heat of her pussy. I find the naked skin of her ass. Surely she didn’t come out without underwear. Moving forward, I find the tiniest scrap of material nestled between her cheeks.

Pulling her thong to the side, I lightly stroke the lips of her pussy, and find soft skin. “Did you wax for me, baby bird?” I murmur against her skin.

“Yes, daddy, do you like it?” She presses her ass back against my dick, moving my fingers through her slit.

“I told you to be still,” I chastise her. With my foot between hers, I move her legs shoulder width apart. Once she’s positioned the way I want her, I slap her wet cunt.

She inhales loudly, but bites her lip to keep from making more noise. Since I know she likes my rough treatment, I slap her pussy again, right over her clit. Her head rolls back to rest on my shoulder, and her knuckles go white with how hard she’s clutching the railing.

“Do you want to know what tonight is for?” I ask her.

“Yes, please tell me,” she begs.

I pinch her clit, and she shudders in my arms. “Why haven’t you taken off your wedding ring?” I ask her.

She rubs the offending metal against the iron bar. “I don’t know.” Her forehead crumples in a scowl, and I can see that she hadn’t considered it.

The need to mark her overcomes me, and I bite the spot where her neck and shoulder meet, then suck hard. “All those men were watching what’s mine while you were dancing. They’re going to go home and stroke their cocks with thoughts of you playing in their head. My son has his ring on your finger. Tomorrow I’m going to have to sit there and watch the two of you talk about your marriage and maybe even lose you if he convinces you to give him another chance. But tonight, you’re mine. And even while you sit there tomorrow, you won’t be able to forget tonight. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days.”

“Here?” she squeaks.

“Mmm. We’re going to start here. Every man around will know I’m the one who owns this pussy, who gets to stroke it, lick it and fuck it when I please. Then we’re going to go to the hotel where I’m going to take you over and over again until exhaustion won’t let me move.” I don’t tell her that I’m claiming her heart too, because I can see by the way she looks at me that it’s already mine. Hopefully, she knows mine will always be hers as well, but if I say it out loud, she’ll be mine forever. That’s who she is. I can’t ask her to give me forever, because Liam will always be between us.

“You’re going to be a good girl for daddy, and let me finger your tight cunt. And once I know you’re nice and wet for me, I’m going to fuck you. Right here, where anyone can look up and see. This will be good practice for you when you’re sitting across from my son and trying to pretend your cunt isn’t throbbing from being fucked all night.”

“Now, please,” she begs again.

Instead of punishing her for speaking again, without calling me daddy, I decide she’s been patient long enough. I shove two fingers inside of her, and build her up fast. Without any pressure on her clit she squirms getting just enough friction to want more, but not enough to come. I add a third finger to stretch her knowing it’ll still burn when I force my large cock into her tiny body.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see we’ve caught the attention of a couple that were kissing when we first came up here. “We’re being watched,” I tell her, and turn her head so she can see.

Wren gasps, but I don’t let her go. My hand on her throat trails down her chest, where I squeeze her breast through the satiny material of her dress. “How about we give them a show?”

Free to move her head, she looks me in the eye. I can see a hint of fear, but also intrigue and lust. “Is that what you want?”

“I get off on being watched. I’ll never share you, but to know that someone wants what is mine, and knows he can’t have you? Yeah, it gets me off, hard.”

“Then, like you said. I’m yours. Use me how you want, daddy.”

I groan hearing her complete surrender to my will. “Very good girl.”

My hand moves back up her chest, and slips one of the thin straps of her dress off her shoulder. Just as I suspected when I laid the slinky number out for her, she’d wear it without a bra. Her breast is exposed to anyone who cares to look at us. We are standing in a shadow, so it is possible they won’t see us well enough if they are on the dance floor, but the couple watching from the table can see the creamy swell of her tit and the way her nipple tightens to a point as I pluck the tender bud.

Taking my hand from between her legs, I unbuckle my belt and lower my zipper. I give my cock a few hard pulls before I line it up with her opening and bottom out inside of her with one hard thrust. I move my hand around her front and work her clit as I drill my cock into her wet heat. The act lifts her skirt, further exposing her to anyone who cares to look.

I glance back at the couple and see the woman has slipped under the table and has taken her lover’s cock deep into her throat. He watches us with a heated gaze as he holds her head down as she bobs up and down on his dick.

“He wants you,” I tell her, and push her other strap off her shoulder. With one hand vigorously rubbing her clit I alternate pinching her nipples until they’re both hard as rocks.

“Watch how he uses her mouth because I’m the one who gets to fuck your pussy,” I demand.

I’m painfully hard, and I slam into her over and over trying to relieve the ache taking root in my balls. I use my hold on her to lift and lower her on my cock in time with my thrusts so that the sound of our skin slapping together can be heard up on this level even over the volume of the music.

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