Page 30 of Two days, One Pucking Night

Sofia is becoming an addiction. My shot of dopamine, the neurotransmitter that affects my mood, thoughts, and practically even controls my dick. So, it should come as no surprise that my little siren beats me to my plans of fucking her in the restroom.

I give her a few minutes’ head start, paying for the tab, because once I’m done with her, we’re headed to one place: Zayn’s home.

I pick up my pace once I’ve paid and left a hefty sum for the waitress who served us. Heading through the glass door, I head for the ladies' restroom. When I reach the restroom, she pulls me inside the marbled space and drags me into one of the large cubicles. Like me, she is a hungry mess of tongues, hands, and skin.

I groan when her mouth moves to my neck; licking the spot she knows drives me fucking crazy.

“I hope you don’t think you’re getting this back, princess.” I pull out her underwear from my pants pocket and dangle it in the space between us. Raising it to my nose, I inhale. My dick strains in my pants. “This is mine now.” My mouth salivates, and I place the black lace underwear on my tongue, sucking it.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Sofia moans.

Her taste on my tongue, her scent on my nose, lips, fingers, drives me wild. “On your knees, princess. You promised to suck the soul out of my dick,” my voice deep with desire.

Sofia obliges, falling to her knees and the sight before me makes me almost come in my pants. My little siren loves relinquishing control. A truth I don’t think she’s grasped yet. So I know her need, and desire to take the lead, is because of a need to feel in control. And I am more than willing to be her testing ground.

She frees my dick from my pants and takes me so deep in her throat I almost come immediately.

“Spit on it.”

She moans, slurping on my dick while playing with my balls.

The stimulation, coupled with the sound of her, does things to me. “That’s it, baby, spit all of it.”

Sofia is a slobbering mess, her jaw and lips covered in precum and her saliva. She makes wet, slurpy sounds each time she swallows or takes me in deeper.

“Play with your pussy, baby. Fuck.”

She hums and pulls up her dress; her lips still wrapped around me. Her dress covers my view, but that doesn’t deter her multitasking.

Movement and the sound of chatter outside startles me. I expect her to stop and slow down. But she doesn’t. She swallows more of my dick, and I have to bite my tongue so I don’t scream out her name.

She hikes her dress up, rubbing her clit, with each bob of her head.

I can feel my release is close, but I’m not ready to come yet, especially since I haven’t been inside her.

Sofia pulls my dick out of her mouth, making a loud popping sound. I can hear the chatter outside stop for a brief moment. She looks up at me with wide eyes that swirl with mischief and excitement.

How am I supposed to let her go when this is all done? The thought alone makes me freeze up, and a deep hollowness fills my chest with an unfamiliar ache.

The chatter outside continues.

I place my hand against my lips, motioning for her to rise. I need to be inside her. Now. Sofia rises to her feet. I shift, sitting on the toilet seat, my pants down to my feet.

The chatter outside grows distant, and I hear the whooshing of a sliding door not too long after.

Sofia sits on my dick, her back facing me.

“No. I need to see your face. I need to see you riding my dick.” I hold her waist and spin her around.

“So bossy.” She spreads her legs over my thighs.

“And you love it, princess.”

Instead of sitting on my dick, Sofia hovers over it, using the tip of my dick to rub over her clit.

“Greedy girl.”

“You love it.” She repeats my words to me, eyes half closed, head arched back. “So good.”

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