Page 49 of Fake Fiancée for Dad's Best Friend
I’m swallowing down ice water when Vivian’s knees brush against mine, and my cock jolts. My hand also shakes, spilling water onto my shirt. “Damn,” I curse and quickly wipe down the mess with a napkin.
“Are you okay?” Vivian asks me with her eyes widen. She’s swallowing down a bite and licking her lips again.
I stare at those lips and grip the edge of the table. “I’m fine,” I say.I’m just about to lose my sanity.
I clean my plate the moment Vivian does hers, and then I gesture to the server for the check. I have to get her out of here and be alone with her.
“You want any dessert?” I ask Vivian despite my eagerness to leave the restaurant.
“No! I’m full!” She rubs her belly with both hands, laughing. “Look at my belly!”
I look. It doesn’t look that different to me, but the gesture drags my mind into the gutter again—I would love to see her belly round and large one day with my seed growing inside her. Damn. I’m such a dirty old man.
Vivian takes my arm as we walk out of the restaurant, and the move pleases me. I walk fast despite my effort to be patient, and Vivian doesn’t seem to mind. Even so, the ten minutes’ walk seems endless. Every traffic light is torture, not because it feels long but because I have to struggle with my urge to push her against the light pole and kiss her right there. And if I did that, we’d never make it back to my condo because I wouldn’t stop at that, and the cops would be after us for lewd conduct in public.
I march forward as soon as the light turns green, and then I hear Vivian’s giggle. “Why do you walk so fast? It’s not like we’ve got somewhere to go to.”
I slow down right away. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I don’t know what got into me. Actually, I’m wondering whether you would like a walk in Central Park?”
Did I really make the suggestion?Of course, I did. It’s my attempt to get my mind out of the gutter. As long as we’re in public, I won’t do anything stupid to her.
Vivian looks delighted. “I would love to!” she says.
It’s about an hour to sunset, and the south end of the park is still packed with tourists, joggers, and cyclists. We quickly maneuver through the crowds, find ourselves in a relatively secluded spot near Shakespeare Garden, and sit down on a wooden bench surrounded by madly blooming hibiscus and lilies.
Vivian leans her head against my shoulder. “Wow. This is so nice!” she says. “I’ve never been to this part of the park. I’ve been to the turtle pond, though. I believe it’s close to here. I suppose you’re here a lot?”
I chuckle. “Why? Because I live close by? Unfortunately, no. I’m here at most once a year, although I can see the park from my condo.”
She looks at me with mouth agape. “Once a year? I can’t believe it! I would be here at least once a week if I were you.”
“I know, I know,” I say. “It’s what attracted me when I purchased the place. And I did come quite often in the beginning. But it wasn’t fun to wander around in the park by myself.” Damn. I sound like a lonely, pathetic old man.
Vivian gives me a sympathetic look and reaches to stroke my face.
I lose it. I lean toward her and kiss those lips that’ve tempted me all evening. She tastes butter and wine, sweet, salty, and addictive. I suck on them greedily. When she moans, I run my tongue over the seam of her lips to pry them open. When she yields, I plunder her mouth aggressively, stroking her tongue and every corner of her mouth. Damn. The best chef on earth can’t create anything as delicious as her.
Supporting her back with one hand, my other hand grabs her arm and pulls her to me, so she half straddles me. Her swelling breasts press into my firm chest, and my very rigid boner fits into her soft belly. When she squirms, I slip my hand under her dress and caress her thigh. Fuck. She feels good. I can’t help moving upward, reaching her hip and then her ass. Her panties are tiny, making it easy for me to palm her cheeks. I knead them as I grunt. If it feels so good just to touch the surface of her body, I won’t last if I get to be inside her. My manhood swells at the thought, and I’m in danger of exploding right here in the park.
I’ve got to stop. Right now. I command myself. But it’s no use. My hand moves of its own volition, and it’s reaching her warm little crack. It’s already damp, too. I trace her wetness to her feminine center, a place I’ve missed so much lately. I’ve practically dreamed of it every fucking night.
My lips are on the crook of her neck at the moment, and I suck on her soft skin with more force than I intended. Vivian whimpers softly, jumping a bit. My finger takes the moment to enter her warm, slick hole and spirals up quickly to explore her.
Fuck. I hope there aren’t any cops around. I’ve never had public sex before. This is so indecent. What the hell am I doing?
I stop moving, but Vivian protests right away. “Don’t stop, please! I’m close!”
I can’t help chuckling. Her eagerness encourages me. I don’t hesitate to put in one more finger and swirl faster along her drenched walls.
Vivian grabs my hair as she tenses and convulses. And then, as if a dam breaks through her channel, a flood of warm liquid rushes through and splashes onto my hand.
I don’t have any napkins with me, so I bring my hand to my mouth after she stops trembling. I lick her sweet juice off, watching her shining eyes turn dark as she lies limply in my arm.
“Take me home, Alex,” she demands.
I know what she has in mind, and I don’t hesitate to obey her.
It’s getting dark. As soon as we’re out of the park, I call a taxi, not because I’m tired of walking, but because I’m impatient and I can’t stop kissing Vivian.
