Page 127 of Leave Me Broken

I don’t even have to tell her to grind against me, she’s already doing it. No doubt soaking my pants with the mixture of our cum through her tiny black panties. “Take it out.” She pants.

My breathing trips. “What?”

She meets my eyes. “I want to have sex. Here.”

How can someone refuse that offer when she looks so bloody good? You can’t. We are away from prying eyes, secluded on our own so unless someone purposefully comes to our table, we should be able to do this without drawing attention. If anything it will look like we are kissing deeply, a little humping maybe but there’s no law about public kissing.

“Pull my dick out and shove it into your tight cunt. You’re still wet for Daddy, right, baby?”

She whimpers but works at my belt with impatience. I lost one pair of compression shorts after our quickie in the car. It was too annoying trying to deal with both. She slips my pants and shorts down just enough my dick springs free. A quick glance around and she’s grinning at me like a feral cat while she positions herself over my dick.

“This is so exciting.”

She’s so fucking cute. I reach my hand between us and push her soaking wet panties aside. “Guide me in, babygirl.”

Her hand wraps around the base and my head falls back onto the booth. I wonder if her touch will ever not feel so fucking good. I keep my eyes partially open, just enough to watch her struggle to fit me inside. My foreskin has been through hell lately, trying to fit into her tight little body, but he forgives me every time her walls flutter around him. With her pussy still full of my cum, we have no issues making it fit, and we breathe out once her hips are flush with mine and I’m completely seated inside, like we’ve been waiting all dinner for this moment.

“You feel even bigger in this position.”

“You take me so beautifully.” She grips the collar of my shirt and pulls until the buttons pop open. Her hands drift up and down my exposed body as if she can’t decide where she wants to feel first; I hiss when she hits the spot under my left pec, but she doesn’t notice. She’s needy, too lost in the moment.

“You’ve been squirming all dinner, were you waiting for this moment?”

The sexiest little blush creeps up her cheeks. It’s barely noticeable under her makeup. “Yes.”

“Then roll your hips, Jailbird. Show me how badly you wanted Daddy.”

Payson doesn’t get to ride me often. I like having control all the time and do whatever I want to her body when I want it, but watching her slide up and down my dick with her head thrown back at whatever pace she wants, might just make me let her on my lap more often. She moans and I pull her lips to mine, warning her to be quiet, not to draw attention.

Her face pinches and she gasps. “I’m coming.” Her voice is breathless.

I grip her thighs as she rides out her orgasm. Cursing and whispering my name, along with Daddy in the mix. She looks bloody breathtaking and judging by the other set of eyes watching her come on my dick, I’m not the only one who thinks so.

Our waiter stands less than five feet away enjoying the view as she comes, and I want to kill him for it. Her dress and the table hide him from seeing anything I would actually need to pluck his eyes out for, but it’s no secret what is happening. Payson’s head is thrown back and even though she’s biting her lip, her moans are hardly muffled.

Her thrusts slow as she comes down from the high and she gives me a sleepy smile. She must feel the waiter watching because she turns her head and freezes. Small goosebumps coat her skin. The guy is maybe twenty-two, blond hair, blue eyes and looks like a golden retriever. I’d bet money he’s never been fucked in a restaurant or maybe fucked at all.

I wrap a hand around Payson’s slim neck and pull her to my lips. “If you don’t keep going, I’ll take your ass right here for everyone to hear your screams.” She shutters at my threat, but moves her hips, different than before she knew she was being watched. Slow and unsteady. I smooth the hand not around her throat up her thigh and press my thumb against her swollen clit, loving the gasp she lets out when I do. “Show him what he’s missing. Show him the pleasure only I can bring you.”

She meets my eyes, unsure excitement resting in the depths.

I let go of her neck but keep my thumb on her clit, lazily circling. My eyes flick to the guy. He’s dropping the check holder in front of his crotch. Payson leans forward and presses a kiss to my neck as a growl rumbles out. “Only you, Daddy.”

“You’ve made him hard,” I growl.

Payson turns her head to eye the guy and her pussy clenches. His mouth falls open seeing her face for the first time. “Put the check down,” I snap.

It takes a second but he jolts from his stupor and his face turns crimson. “Y-yes, sir.”

“I don’t think you need a tip, do you?” Payson’s thrusts skip and I snap my eyes to her and demand she keeps going.

“No, sir,” the guy mutters, obviously embarrassed.

The need to come tingles deep in my lower back. I grab Payson’s hips and lift her off me. Both of them gape at me, waiting to see what I will do. I turn her and she scurries to get onto all fours. Her back arches and I lift her dress just enough to slip myself into her. The guy licks his lips at seeing my dick for a second before I slip into Payson’s cunt. I figured he was watching her . . . but now I’m not sure. Maybe both. It’s been a long time since I’ve been watched while I fuck. There was a short time I went through an exhibitionist stage where I would purposely make sure someone was in the room while I fucked the nameless girl.

Those moments feel nothing like this. I absolutely hate the fact someone else is getting to see Payson in her most intimate state, but I can’t stop thrusting into her. He can see nothing more than he could before because my hand is holding her dress to her ass so it doesn’t ride up, and her tits are pressed into the booth. She keeps her eyes on me and I keep mine on her. The boy still doesn’t leave. Payson flicks a look his way, periodically checking to see if he left, I assume. The next time, I reach forward and wrap my hand around her pony, then pull her up against my body. I ignore how fucking annoying the dress is on my chest and hold her tight. “Keep your eyes on the man nine inches deep in your pussy.”

She licks lips. “Yes, Daddy.”

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