Page 48 of Forgotten Comeback
“Oww!”
The woman gives me a funny look.
“Hurt, yeah, I get it. Thanks for the warning, but Gavin means nothing to me.”
He nips my clit again, this time harder, and I force my jaw shut. Another finger enters me, as he relentlessly kneads my G-spot, his tongue now directly assaulting my clit.
I’m sweating. I’m squirming. I’m wishing this woman would go the fuck away.
She looks expectantly at me, and I realize she must’ve said something. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Can I clear the table?” She repeats herself.
“Please,” I say, swallowing the cries of pleasure desperately trying to escape my lips.
Like a light bulb flash, I remember my panties are floating in one of the ice buckets, and I amend, “Leave the buckets and champagne.” I reach over and grab Gavin’s plate, stacking it on top of mine and sliding them over, all the while the man’s sliding his tongue in and out of my pussy.
The woman eyes me suspiciously, but grabs the plates and disappears.
Removing his tongue, Gavin rubs his five o’clock shadow back and forth between my legs while finger-fucking me. A moan escapes my lips, the rough addition feeling so damn good.
“You’re pussy’s strangling my fingers,” he says in a guttural tone. “Fuck, I’m so hard I might come before you do.”
“Oh, God,” I grit between my teeth, tensing my entire body.
“Uh-huh. Don’t hold it in. I want to hear you scream.”
“Three minutes.” I keep my body ramrod stiff, refusing to allow Gavin this victory.
“Fuck the clock. I’d tie you to my bed and eat your pussy all damn night. Tears streaming down your pretty cheeks as you begged me to stop,” he promises. With the addition of the palm of his other hand, he frantically rubs my clit back and forth. “But I wouldn’t stop, not until you’ve drenched my sheets. Not until I’ve rung every last drop of pleasure from this gorgeous cunt.”
“Shit.” I groan, the pleasure unfurling in my stomach and beginning to pulsate up and down my spine. I clench and unclench my pelvic muscles, but the train’s already left the station and there’s no stopping it.
And Gavin fucking knows it. He moves his tongue directly on my clit as he refuses to let up on the internal pressure with his fingers. A warmth spreads through my entire lower half as I can no longer fight the release. “Oh my God!” I cry as my pussy absolutely gushes; the most mind-blowing, euphoric feeling coursing through me as my head falls limp against the banquette.
Gavin rises from beneath the table with the biggest grin on his face. That, and pussy juice dripping from his lips and chin, running down his thick neck.
I consider dumping the ice bucket over his smug head, but instead, I grab a napkin and toss it in his face. “Means nothing, other than I might have a public sex kink.” Righting my dress, I slide out of the booth and hurry out.
He catches up with me, a noticeable bulge in his pants.
“What are you doing?” I snap.
“Escorting mi lady to her car.”
“I’m not your lady, nor am I returning the favor,” I warn.
“Not tonight. But soon you’re going to choke on my dick. I’m going to fuck that sour puss mouth of yours so damn hard.” From the look on his face, I can tell he’s imagining it.
Dammit, and now I’m imagining it.
I shake the image of his photoshopped penis from my mind.
“Gavin, whatever fucked up game we’re playing ends tonight.” I hit my key fob, making my carchirp.
“Sure, man-eater. Keep telling yourself that.” He opens my door for me, and I slide in with as much dignity a woman without panties who let her enemy tongue-fuck her in public can muster.
Which is none.
