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“Get the fuck out of here,” I growled to whoever was behind us. From the sound of clinking heels, they took orders better than my fucking fake fiancée.
“I’m coming,” she announced.
Thank fuck.
“So am I.”
A few seconds later, her entire body convulsed, her jaw went slack, and she closed her eyes, rocking to the rhythm of the pleasure rushing through her body. My own orgasm followed suit, in the form of my balls tightening and tingling, followed by shooting my load right inside her panties. Health bill, my ass. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other for the duration of one meal. We hadn’t even made it to the entrées.
I pulled back, steadying her. She looked a mess, and I knew it was going to be damn near impossible to explain why we both looked like we’d been hit by a train.
“Holy shit. I need to get rid of this underwear before it wets my entire dress.” She grabbed the elastic of her panties, tugging them down her thighs.
I clutched one of her thighs, giving it a squeeze. “Keep them.”
She stared up at me, horrified. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. I want your pussy to swim in my cum while you eat your dessert.”
Her nostrils flared, her pupils dilating. She opened her mouth to refuse, so I cut in, “You said you want to let go of some of your control. You deserve a little filth in your life, Dyl. You’ve been on the straight and narrow for too long.”
Taking a ragged breath, she nodded and pulled her panties back up with some struggle. They were too wet and knotted together.
I watched the small river of transparent white cum in the gusset. Fuck. Her pussy was going to be dipped in my cum all night.
“We need to get back to the table.” I grabbed her hand.
She didn’t budge. “Rhyland?”
“Yeah?”
She seized my wrist and slipped it under her dress, running my fingers through her dripping cunt again. I shuddered. She raised my wrist and brought it to my lips. It was full of our cum. I sucked on my index and middle fingers hungrily, and she pulled me in, her lips fusing with mine against my two fingers, both of us licking them like we were sharing a lollipop. The scent of her heated my blood. I could feel the pulse inside my cock as it strained against the fabric of my slacks again.
Dylan leaned back on the balls of her feet, and I knew—just knew—she loved that I was taller than her even though she was a tall girl. “A hundred bucks says you’ll end up jerking off to what happened between us tonight as soon as you get home.”She smirked brazenly, combing through her hair with her fingers and smoothing her dress over her legs.
I took my phone out of my pocket, my thumbs flying over the screen.
“What are you doing?” She readjusted the shoulder straps of her dress.
“Venmo-ing you two hundred bucks.”
“I said a hundred,” she laughed.
“Yeah.” I scratched my jaw. “One time won’t be enough.”
DYLAN
OMFG.
RHYLAND
Even though I wanted to give Dylan a ride home—and maybe get a blowie on the way as a bonus—it wasn’t in the cards for me. First of all, she’d arrived here with Jimmy, her half-dead car. Second, our friends were already suspicious, seeing as we’d spent twenty minutes away from them. And third, Tate had asked me to stay back after everyone dispersed.
“What do you want?” I sulked at the lean patrician man, watching Dylan happily walking out of the restaurant with her brother, her sister-in-law, and Kieran.
I still didn’t trust that fucker Kieran.
“Let’s take it to my private suite.” Tate jerked his chin toward the elevators.