Page 84 of Beautiful Mess

“That’s right. My girl is desperate for what only I can give her,” he purrs, hooking his finger underneath the material and tugging it to the side, the cool air hitting my most intimate area, causing a shiver to roll down my spine. Licking his lips nice and slow, Conway flicks his gaze up to my face again before he adds, “But we skipped dessert out there, so first, I’m going to need to feast on this sweet, dripping pussy of yours until you come all over my tongue, you understand, baby girl?”

A whimper falls from my lips. “Please, Daddy. I need it.”

“I know you do, baby girl,” he rasps. “But you have to keep it down. Think you can do that for me?”

My lips curl up as I nod, and that is all the confirmation he needs before leaning forward, the tip of his nose brushing along my slit as he inhales deeply.

Conway’s chest rumbles with a deep, primal growl and his eyes roll back as he shamelessly breathes me in a second time. The sound is crude, but also undeniably hot, and I can feel my cheeks flame as I watch him.

“Goddamn, Sin,” he groans, dragging my panties down until I step out of them. Pressing a soft kiss to my inner thigh, he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder. “This fucking pussy and your heavenly scent drive me out of my mind. I can’t fucking get enough.”

My jaw relaxes, a gasp falling from me, morphing into a moan, as Conway uses the flat of his tongue to lick a hot, wet stripe along the length of my pussy before sealing his lips around my throbbing clit and sucking it into his mouth. I let my head drop back against the wall as he keeps going while also flicking the tip of his tongue against my piercing, and I smirk as I take in the sight behind Conway. I’ve been too focused on this blazing need in me, I didn’t even notice the massive floor-to-ceiling mirror on the wall.

The sight of me naked in the bathroom of this restaurant, with my cheeks flushed, my eyes dark and hooded, and my leg draped over Conway’s shoulder as he devours my pussy like a starved man, makes everything about this moment infinitely hotter. I’ve never felt as seductive as I do right now, drinking in my own reflection. It’s empowering and so fucking erotic, somehow enhancing every single swirl or brush of his tongue. My chest rises and falls with each rapid, shallow breath I drag in and let out, every inch of skin on my body tingling like electricity is thrumming through my veins.

Bringing my hand up, I palm one of my breasts, squeezing the soft mound before tweaking my hard nipple between my fingers as Conway sinks two thick fingers into my pussy, fucking me with them while he continues to ravage me with his skilled tongue. Euphoric pleasure pulses through me, making my head dizzy and my legs tremble. Using my other hand, I fist the thick strands atop Conway’s head as I grind against his face, hips rocking of their own volition as I feel the start of my release spread through my body.

“Fuck,” I gasp, followed by a deep, throaty groan when Conway sucks on my clit again while also curling his fingers inside of me, my eyes rolling back. “I’m close.F-fuck, I’m so close, Daddy! Don’t stop.”

The growl that rumbles in his chest is deep and primal as he keeps his steady pace. Heart thundering, molten heat zips down my spine, settling deep in my core as my muscles tense and a fresh wave of goosebumps covers my flesh. The air around us is blazing, sweat dripping out of my pores. I lift my gaze to the mirror again, taking in the raw pleasure etched into my features before then dropping lower, as I watch Conway, with his face buried between my thighs, pull the most intense and exquisite and overwhelming pleasure from my trembling body.

My orgasm hits me fast and hard as soon as I feel Conway gently tug on my piercing with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. I throw my head back, slap a hand over my mouth, and cry out as the first wave crashes over me, my clit pulsing and my pussy clenching around his thick fingers. Conway never once lets up either, skillfully working me over as my orgasm wrecks me. It’s a wonder how my legs don’t give out on me by the time it stops.

Pulling his glistening fingers out of me, Conway brings them up to his mouth, gaze burning into mine as he licks them clean. The groan that comes from him is carnal, sending a renewed bolt of heat to my core as if I didn’t just have a mind-blowing orgasm not even a minute ago. Conway stands, hand coming beside my head as his lips crash down on mine. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, feeding me the sweet taste of my own arousal. The sound of him shoving his slacks down reaches my ears before I hear the material hit the ground.

Conway grabs my hand, guiding it to his big, thick cock. Wrapping my fingers around the shaft, it’s hot and velvet soft against my palm as I slowly pump him from base to tip, swiping up the pre-cum waiting for me at the slit. Breaking the kiss, I smirk and peer up at him from beneath my lashes while I bring my thumb up to his mouth, rubbing the slick, sticky liquid along his bottom lip. A groan rumbles from his chest as his tongue dips out and cleans it up before grabbing me by the back of my neck and hauling his mouth against mine. Like before, he feeds me the taste off his tongue while effectively turning my body into putty for him.

“My dirty fucking girl,” he rasps before nipping at my bottom lip once more. His hand still wrapped around the back of my neck, Conway flips me around until we’re both facing the mirror. With mascara smudged under my eyes, pupils blown wide, and my lips swollen and red, I look so fargone. Conway brings his mouth up to my ear, voice full of gravel as he says, “Hands flat on the mirror, Sin, and let me see that sweet ass arch for Daddy.”

I’m moving before he even has a chance to finish the growly order, my palms connecting with the cool glass as I widen my stance and back up a step before leaning forward and arching my back as best as I can. Desire and something that looks a hell of a lot like pride flashes through Conway’s nearly black eyes at me following his direction. Gaze lowering over his reflection in the mirror, I take in the way his fist curls around his fat, veiny cock, stroking himself while smoothing a rough, calloused hand down the center of my back before cracking down on my ass. A yelp falls off my lips as a shiver rolls down my spine, pussy throbbing and skin on fire, waiting to see what comes next, and not giving a single fuck about being heard.

Conway runs two fingers along my drenched center, hand still slowly pumping his cock, and it feels like I’m going to combust any minute. My body is so keyed up, so full of need and electricity, I can barely breathe. With my heart pounding wildly, palms sweaty as I maintain my position, each featherlight brush of his fingers feels like heaven.

“I’m curious,” he starts, keeping his voice low. “How much did you miss this while you were pretending we were over?”

I smirk, meeting his gaze in the mirror, but don’t say anything.

“Baby girl,” he warns, the rasp in his voice sending chills down my spine. “Answer me.”

Giggling, I press my ass back into him and ask, “Or what, Daddy?”

Conway’s lips twist into a wicked grin as he chuckles. He brings our bodies flush, grabbing a fistful of my hair, and yanks my head back before dropping his mouth to my ear, nipping sharply at the lobe. “There she is,” he growls. “There’s that fucking attitude I love to fuck right out of you.”

My jaw relaxes, breath catching in my throat as my gaze connects with Conway’s in the mirror, every inch of my body on fire and desperate for this man. I’m ripping at the seams, and I fucking love it. I crave this, right here between him and I. The sizzling tension, the push and pull, the way my body utterly unravels for him in a way I’ve never experienced before.

Eyes still locked on mine, Conway takes a step back, brings his hand up to his face, and spits in his palm before his body is flush with mine again. He teases the tip of his cock slowly up and down my slit, my eyes fluttering as I let my head fall back onto his shoulder. His breath is hot on my neck as he says, “Tell me, Sin. Did you play with my pretty little pussy while you thought about me?”

A breathy moan falls from my lips as he sinks two thick digits into me with ease, my body more than ready for him.

“Did you slide your fingers, just like this, into this sweet fucking cunt while pretending they were mine? Then did you make yourself come while wishing it was my cock stretching you instead?”

A throat deep groan rips from me as I nod shamelessly. “Yes, Daddy,” I moan.

“That’s fucking right,” he growls as he pulls his fingers out, and lines his fat tip up to my soaking wet, aching pussy. “I know this body like the back of my hand, know how to make you feel good, know exactly what you need.” Teasing me, he drags the tip over my clit before coming back to the hole as he adds, “Like right now, I know all you need is to be filled to the brim by Daddy’s cock, isn’t that right, baby girl?”

“Please,” I beg, my voice rough with arousal.

A grin tugs on his mouth as he reaches over and retrieves the panties he must’ve tossed on the counter before balling them up and shoving them past my lips, my mouth watering immediately. Leaning in, Conway meets my gaze in the mirror as he brings his lips to my ear. A full body tremble rolls through me as I feel his breath on my overheated skin. “Quiet, baby girl,” he rumbles low in his chest, the sound raw and deep, edged with hunger and pure debauchery.

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