Still grinning, he slips his hand in his pocket and a hum fills my ears.
Oh God.
He tapes the vibrator to my clit now. Ever since he found out that it drives me wild to have it right up against there, he’s been taping it.
My elbows hit the table as electrical shocks jolt through my pussy, making me jerk in involuntary movements. I snarl at Luc’s laughing face.
“This is a nice place!”
“So you better come with me to the bathroom. Either way, I’ll have a good time.”
He’s insane.
My face feels hot. I know that I must be burning up. I stand bolt upright, clasping a hand over my mouth as every nerve of desire fires up. “Oh, shit.”
“Is everything all right, miss?”
Jesus Christ.
Luc’s arm molds around my back, addressing the concerned waiter. “She’s not feeling great. We’ll be right back.”
He laughs into my neck as we move through tables toward the bathroom.
“You’re making a scene.”
“Your fucking fault!”
“Get in the bathroom and shut up.”
Darkness creeps into Luc’s voice, and excitement rises in my chest as my stomach ripples with waves of pleasure. I catch a glimpse of myself as I walk into the unisex bathroom, my hair piled on my head, silver earrings dangling, and a black cocktail dress. Luc walks in after me and locks the door, looking excited.
“Are we really going to do this? It’s a Michelin-star restaurant.”
“If they want my money, they’ll let me fuck my wife in their bathroom.”
It’s beyond fucked up. Trashy. But Luc never pretended to be a gentleman.
His arm wraps around my neck, pulling me close to his body, cock rolling against my ass. His hand squeezes my neck gently, his mouth playing with my ear.
“You’re such a sexy little thing. Look at you.”
He gazes into the mirror and yanks down the straps of my dress so that my tits fall out.
“Perfect.”
It’s like a fucking drug the moment his hands fall on my skin. They move to my tits, groping each one. I watch them squeeze me in the mirror, and then he pushes me forward so that I grasp the sink. The vibrator hums, making my clit scream for more friction. My moans echo in the small bathroom and cool air stings my ass as he flips my dress over my back and rips down my stockings. My pussy contracts the moment he plunges a finger through.
“I’m really wet.”
“Yes, you are.”
Suddenly he rips down his slacks and I feel his cock throbbing right at my entrance. I watch him strain his hips and it slides through. My pussy grips him hard as he anchors deep inside me, and it’s already too much. Luc grins maniacally as I come, the energy draining out of my limbs. He keeps fucking me, his huge cock throbbing, hitting those right notes as the vibrator sends waves of desire pulsing through my body. I watch him grab my hips and drill into me, my breath hitching higher with every thrust. Then his face flushes, and he leans over me to grab each of my tits.
“Fuck.”
Yes, fuck me.
I never thought I would be here, palms flattened against the mirror as he takes me from behind. He fucks the pride right out of me—I don’t give a shit where we are. Who cares what anyone thinks? We have one life to live, and if he wants to fuck me in the bathroom, we’ll fuck in the bathroom.
His cock throbs in me, and he keeps pounding away, stuffing me full until I can feel the edge approaching again. My swollen clit can’t take much more of his hard thrusts.
We both explode together. I watch Luc’s face transform from that fierce concentration to one of complete and utter relaxation. I feel the jet of warm liquid and the brief swell of his cock. Waves of pleasure rock through my body until my arms feel weak and I can barely support myself.
He helps me stand to my feet and I turn around in his arms, loving that warm glow that pulses from his chest.
“Happy anniversary, Claire.”
I pull him close, wanting to taste his lips. He kisses me long and hard, with that kind of passion that never dies.
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Married to the Bad Boy (Cravotta Crime Family #1)
Published by Olive Tree Publishing LLC
Copyright © 2015 Vanessa Waltz
Edited by Faith Van Horne
TONY
“C’moooooon, Tony.”
Blondie sighs into my ear, her vermouth and gin breath gusting over my nose as she tries to shimmy over my legs, a feat that sends a lot of raised eyebrows my way, considering this chick’s dress is practically hiked up to her panties.
It makes my cock stand to attention when her little ass rubs my lap. She’s wearing the same panties as yesterday. Dirty. Sexy.
But if I thought for a second that I had a good chance of running into yesterday’s one-night stand, I would’ve never come to this bar. I fucked her last night, and the needy bitch wants seconds.