CHAPTER 6 – A SECRET RENDEZVOUS #3
I put my hand on her knee, squeeze, and leave it there. Eliza covers it with her own, sliding my fingers higher, up her thigh, under the hem of her dress.
I pause, eyes darkening. “You sure about this?”
The beautiful blonde’s eyes are pure mischief. “What’s the point of hiding in a private area if you don’t use it?”
I stare at her.
“But that’s the thing, sweetheart. It’s not really private. There’s no door. There’s just a stand of potted plants, and you know the waitstaff could barge in on us at any moment.”
Eliza smiles sweetly, licking those glossy pink lips again.
“The waitstaff knows to stay away. I’m sure your friend trained them well.”
That’s all the assurance I need to hear.
I palm her thigh, work my way up, and holy fuck, but she’s not wearing panties.
When did this happen? I could swear she had panties when we were at the museum, but somehow, Eliza slipped them off, the little minx.
Heat roars in my head. My hand hovers for a second, then I slide two fingers along her slick, moist heat.
“Mmmm,” the busty blonde moans, closing her eyes. “That feels good, Daddy.”
I lean to whisper into her ear.
“When’d you lose your panties, sweetheart? I swear, I have to keep a closer eye on you just to make sure you’re not making mischief.”
Eliza just giggles, her big breasts bouncing.
“Mischief is my middle name, Daddy.”
“Is it now?” I growl. “Well, maybe Mischief likes this.” Then, I slide my fingers into her slick, velvet heat. She’s utterly drenched, those slick pussy walls clenching hard when I circle her clit with my thumb.
The young girl looks up, her pupils dilated with need.
“Don’t stop, Daddy.”
So I don’t.
I work her slowly, careful not to make a scene, but she’s hot and needy—hips rolling against my palm, breath coming fast. I keep my other hand on the table, steady, as if nothing is happening while smiling benevolently. But under the surface, my fingers fuck that tiny wet twat, slow and deep.
“Jack,” she whispers, breath shuddering. “Oh god.”
I glance around. Serge is nowhere in sight; the nearest table is hidden behind a huge palm frond.
“Quiet,” I say. “Or you’ll get us caught.”
Eliza bites her lip, trying not to moan.
I finger her until her whole body goes tight, thighs clamping around my hand. She comes, sharp and silent, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a perfect pink O.
“Mmmm!” she squeals under her breath as her pussy snaps and clamps, almost breaking my fingers in half. “Ooooh!”
“Quiet sweetheart,” I warn again, my cock punching at my fly. “Shhhh.”
When it’s over, Eliza shudders, then melts against me, face hidden in my neck.
“Oh my god,” she says, voice shaking. “That was—”
I pull my hand out with a slight sucking sound, wipe it on the linen napkin, and take a long pull of wine. “You have no idea how bad I want you right now, sweetheart. You were beautiful coming on my hand like that.”
Eliza looks at me, cheeks flushed, lips stained with chocolate and lust. “Then what are you waiting for?”
She slides out of the booth, stands, and holds out her hand. “Let’s go.”
I toss a handful of cash on the table, don’t even check the total. Then, the naughty girl leads me to the back hallway, past a door marked STAFF ONLY. There’s a storage closet, barely big enough for both of us, and she pulls me inside, shutting the door with her back.
Then, Eliza does the naughtiest thing ever. The young woman bends over, pulling her skirt up to show off the round orbs of her bottom. She reaches both hands around and pulls those ivory cheeks apart, displaying her pink, swollen pussy and winking asshole.
“Put it in, Daddy,” she breathes. “Either hole because I’m ready.”
That’s all she has to say. I’m on her like an animal, thrusting my cock inside that tiny twat in one powerful move. I’m so big that Eliza’s literally lifted onto her toes, gasping as she struggles to take my size.
“Oh Daddy,” the young girl moans. “Ooooh yes.”
I fuck her, slow at first, then faster, harder, until the shelves rattle and the mop bucket clatters to the floor. She holds onto a broom, big breasts swaying as she’s ruthlessly fucked from behind.
We’re both close—so close—and I slam into her, again and again, until Eliza shudders, cunt spasming around me, with a shrill scream.
“Unnh!” she cries out, head lifted and blonde hair rippling over her back. “Oh oh oh!”
At the same time, I let go, emptying into her with a groan as gallons of jizz spill into that tight, warm cunt.
Afterwards, we pause in the darkness, bodies tangled, both panting and sated.
“Best dinner date ever,” she says, before moving forwards and letting my huge cock slip out of her cunt. It’s shiny and veiny, coated in a mix of her cream and my jizz, and when she stands, a gush of semen splatters from her hole onto the floor.
“Oh no!” she whispers.
I chuckle. “The janitor won’t know.”
She giggles, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and then straightens her dress, hair wild but beautiful.
“I hope not,” she murmurs with a smile. “But I don’t want to be here when he sees it.”
With that, we step out, and thank fuck but the hallway is empty. Then, clasping her hand, I walk out of the restaurant with Eliza, who appears sated, beautiful, and so feminine. There’s still chocolate on her lips, and I kiss it off, slow and deep.
“Where to next?” she asks, eyes glowing softly.
I grin, the world wide open and full of trouble.
“My bed, sweetheart. Where else?”
The leap of her pulse in that slim throat tells me everything I need to know because I want this woman, and she wants me … and for tonight, that’s more than enough.