Page 10 of Misconduct & Manipulation

“And that’s my fault? I don’t recall asking you to act differently.”

“So you wouldn’t have a problem if I told you to spread your legs?”

Contemplating her response, she pulls her lower lip between her teeth and inadvertently I inch closer to her. Releasing her lip, she lifts her chin and her hooded eyes latch onto mine.

“I guess I’d tell you that I’m not wearing any panties,” she whispers.

A groan rumbled from the back of my throat and all the blood rushed south. Any thought of putting on a show for bystanders is quickly forgotten as my gaze lowers, catching on the tantalizing glimpse of cleavage she has on display.

“You’re not wearing a bra either,” I point out.

Although, that’s nothing new. Due to the location of her injury, she’s decided to forgo wearing a bra because the straps irritate it.

Her nipples pebble against the thin material of her dress and I slip my hand under the table, finding her thigh. Her legs part with invitation and I let my fingers travel to the inside of her thigh, slowly creeping higher and higher under the hem of her dress.

“Spread wider for me,” I rasp huskily.

A soft mewl sounds from her lips as she obliges, and my fingers graze the slick folds of her pussy.

“Mmm…” I murmur as I slide my fingers up and down. “Look how deliciously wet you are.” Her hands grip the edge of the table, and she scoots her ass to the edge of the seat, grinding against the palm of my hand. I slide one finger inside of her and watch as she closes her eyes. Pushing in another finger, I go even deeper.

“Johnny,” she hisses, her eyes springing open as she pulls her lower lip between her teeth. “What if someone can see?”

Slipping my fingers out of her, my thumb finds her clit, and I press against it. Leaning closer to her, I mover her hair over her shoulder with my free hand and give her earlobe a nibble.

“Isn’t that the point?”

I push my fingers back inside of her, keeping my thumb on her clit only instead of applying pressure, I circle it.

“I want the whole fucking place watching as I finger fuck you. I want them to see the way your tight cunt stretches for me.” She moans softly and I add a third finger. “That’s it, baby, take it. Pretend it’s my fat cock that’s invading your body.”

She slaps a hand against the grain of the table, rattling the glasses that sit on top of it. My lips curve into a wicked grin as she clenches around my fingers.

“You’re close, aren’t you?”

“So close,” she pants.

My fingers move quicker, pushing in and out of her all while my thumb continues to wreak havoc on her clit.

“Give it to me, Hailey. Come all over my fingers so I can stick them in my mouth and finally taste you.”

Gripping the edge of the table with one hand, she throws her head against the back of the booth and lifts her ass off the seat, grinding into my hand as she comes.

Such an exquisite sight.

Something snaps inside of me and before I can stop myself, I lower my head. My mouth closes around her pebbled nipple, and I suck on it through the fabric of her dress. I don’t know if she’s too paralyzed by pleasure, or if she just doesn’t give a fuck but the girl does not stop me. She threads her fingers through my hair and holds my mouth against her tit. My teeth latch on for a moment and I tug before releasing it with a growl. Her eyes flutter open and I slowly pull my fingers from her pussy. Lifting them between us, I smirk at the way they glisten with her arousal. Then I inch even closer to smell them.

Fucking Heaven.

Bringing my eyes to hers, I take my fingers into my mouth, making an elaborate spectacle of licking them clean, savoring every drop.

“How do I taste?”

Without skipping a beat, I release my fingers.

“Like my favorite meal.”

I’m about to tell her to meet me in the bathroom so I can eat her pussy and fuck her hard when my phone vibrates inside my pocket. Muttering a curse, I retrieve it to find a text from an unknown number.

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