Page 62 of At My Worst

I open the door and slightly turn, looking at her.

She has a smile on her face. “Yes, sir,” she says softly.

We both get turned on by having sex in public places, and knowing everyone in this town helps. I have rented out the restaurant, and at the right moment, she will be screaming my name as I bend her over the fucking table and take her from behind, reminding her that nothing about her is shameful.

Nothing about her is wrong.

She closes the door behind her as we walk down the steps towards my truck. I open the passenger door, and she slides in. I lean in, smashing my lips to hers, needing to taste her. After all, she will be my dessert.

I close the door and make my way around my truck. I get into the driver’s side and start the truck. I take off, turning right and heading deeper into town. I reach over and rest my hand on her knee, and her hand automatically rests on top of mine, warming my entire body.

This is just the beginning of our story.

Bianca sets down her fork and sits back in her seat. The entire restaurant is empty except for the two of us, just as I planned.

The waiter comes over and grabs our plates and other things from the table.

Bianca crosses her arms over her chest as I nod at the waiter and slowly stand up from the chair. Her eyes stay on me as I come around the table and grab onto her throat. I push the chair back with my foot, forcing her to stand.

Her eyes fill with desire as I turn and watch the waiter go to the back. I turn back and look at Bianca. Her breathing is starting to increase as I release my hold.

“Bend over the table.”

She nods and turns. She grabs onto the edges of the table and bends over, resting her stomach and the side of her face against the table. My heart races as my cock strains against my jeans. I come up behind her and grab the top of her jeans, pulling them down with her underwear. I pull off her shoes and toss them to the side, then remove her pants and underwear. I lean in, kissing her lower back as I position myself behind her. I place my leg between hers, forcing her to open them wider.

Fuck.

“You going to be my bad girl?” I ask in a low, dark voice.

“Yes, Sir,” she says confidently.

Where in the fuck did this woman come from?

“I want the cooks and waiters to hear you scream my name,” I demand.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers as I unbutton and unzip my pants and pull them down with my boxers.

I grab onto my hard cock as I lean over her body. I grab onto her hand as I place my lips against her ear. I push my cock into her waiting pussy. She takes me so fucking easily with how wet she is.

She has been waiting for this all night, just like I have.

I release my cock and place my hand on top of hers as I start to move in and out of her.

“I love you, Bianca, more than words can ever express.”

She moans against the table as I continue to move in and out of her at a steady pace. Fuck it is hard to keep control with her, but I can, I can fucking do it.

“I will love you better than he did,” I confess as her walls wrap tightly around my cock.

“You will never have to be ashamed with me. I got you, baby,” I whisper as my balls start to tighten from my own words and the feeling of her pussy wrapped tightly around me.

Still, she is fucking intoxicating, like a drug I never want to come down from.

“You will never have to change for me, Bianca. I love you just how you are, sharp edges and all.”

I slowly move down to her neck, gently licking and kissing as I tighten my grip on her hands.

“Be my bad fucking girl and cum for me,” I say through gritted teeth.

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