tuck my head down so she can’t see me. When I know she’s passed, I slide out of the booth and follow her.
Waiting for her to open the door, I stand just outside it, leaning against the wall opposite the ladies restroom door, waiting patiently for my little enigma. The building ache is pressing against the zipper in my pants, ready for her. I hope she can handle it because it’s not going to be tender, not in the slightest.
She doesn’t take long. Mariah opens the door and freezes in the doorframe, blinking several times. Her hair is tied in a loose bun on top of her head, and she’s wearing little to no makeup, her pale skin smooth and breathtaking.
Mariah’s mouth is formed into an O shape as she holds her breath, startled by my presence. I’ve got many things I’d like to do to her mouth. First, I’ll kiss it. Then, I’ll fuck it.
I trail my eyes down her body and remember how good it felt to have her naked skin wrapped around me. But when I drag my eyes up to connect with hers, it’s her round, navy pools that hold my attention. They’re entirely captivating. I only smile. She will be mine again.
M ariah
What the fuck? How the hell is Jason standing right here? And how the hell did he know I was here? And why the hell didn’t I notice his hot ass in a bar filled with old perverts?
He looks amazing, wearing black dress slacks and a white linen shirt opened slightly at the top. He looks exactly the same as he did last Saturday night, all brooding and sexual.
While my body coils with heightening desire, I attempt so very hard to get control of myself. His eyes break from mine and scan the length of my body, giving me the chance to get ahold of some sense. However, when our eyes connect again, I am smoldering over with need.
“Mariah,” Jason says in his rich, deep voice. Oh, Jesus, I think I just came.
“Jason,” I say then put the bar towel in my back pocket. I have to remain indifferent. I can’t let him know I want to drag him into this bathroom and ride him until I’m weakened with ecstasy.
“I can’t help but notice you’re on a break. Mind if I accompany you?” He stalks across the tiny hall and lifts my hand to his lips.
Hold tight, Mariah! Okay, breathe, Mariah! Damn… I’m a goner… again. Just like Saturday, he ignites my soul with a single, solitary kiss.
“What did you have in mind?” I’m not sure why I’ve asked because I’m not doing anything with him.
Before I can assess that resolution, though, Jason’s lips are fastened to mine. He pushes his body into me, and we stumble through the door of the restroom. I can’t help what he does to me. I am overcome with so many feelings my brain does not think right. I’m usually the levelheaded one, but when I’m in his presence, someone else takes over.
I push back against him and slam his shoulders into the door, then quickly push the lock button on the knob. My hands scramble to the buttons on his shirt, but instead of yanking it open, I quickly run my fingers over each button, opening them. Then he tugs on the hem of my shirt and yanks it over my head. Need and want, lust and desire; we are consumed by only those thoughts.
My hands find the waistband of his pants and quickly open them up. I reach into his boxers and pull out his steel rod encased in velvet. His cock is so incredibly hard, long, and thick. My body twinges, wanting to fasten itself to him.
Jason pulls at the roots of my hair, tipping my neck up to look at him. “Are you going to get on your knees?” he asks in a commanding voice. I look down once more to the huge member attached to his body. Holy fuck! That was hot, but how the hell am I going to suck that thing? It’s way too big and will surely unhinge my jaw if I try.
I must have been examining his dick too long because Jason waits no longer. He yanks down my black, slim shorts, pulling my panties with them. Then he plants his lips to mine and kisses me so hard it hurts. I don’t back
Waiting for her to open the door, I stand just outside it, leaning against the wall opposite the ladies restroom door, waiting patiently for my little enigma. The building ache is pressing against the zipper in my pants, ready for her. I hope she can handle it because it’s not going to be tender, not in the slightest.
She doesn’t take long. Mariah opens the door and freezes in the doorframe, blinking several times. Her hair is tied in a loose bun on top of her head, and she’s wearing little to no makeup, her pale skin smooth and breathtaking.
Mariah’s mouth is formed into an O shape as she holds her breath, startled by my presence. I’ve got many things I’d like to do to her mouth. First, I’ll kiss it. Then, I’ll fuck it.
I trail my eyes down her body and remember how good it felt to have her naked skin wrapped around me. But when I drag my eyes up to connect with hers, it’s her round, navy pools that hold my attention. They’re entirely captivating. I only smile. She will be mine again.
M ariah
What the fuck? How the hell is Jason standing right here? And how the hell did he know I was here? And why the hell didn’t I notice his hot ass in a bar filled with old perverts?
He looks amazing, wearing black dress slacks and a white linen shirt opened slightly at the top. He looks exactly the same as he did last Saturday night, all brooding and sexual.
While my body coils with heightening desire, I attempt so very hard to get control of myself. His eyes break from mine and scan the length of my body, giving me the chance to get ahold of some sense. However, when our eyes connect again, I am smoldering over with need.
“Mariah,” Jason says in his rich, deep voice. Oh, Jesus, I think I just came.
“Jason,” I say then put the bar towel in my back pocket. I have to remain indifferent. I can’t let him know I want to drag him into this bathroom and ride him until I’m weakened with ecstasy.
“I can’t help but notice you’re on a break. Mind if I accompany you?” He stalks across the tiny hall and lifts my hand to his lips.
Hold tight, Mariah! Okay, breathe, Mariah! Damn… I’m a goner… again. Just like Saturday, he ignites my soul with a single, solitary kiss.
“What did you have in mind?” I’m not sure why I’ve asked because I’m not doing anything with him.
Before I can assess that resolution, though, Jason’s lips are fastened to mine. He pushes his body into me, and we stumble through the door of the restroom. I can’t help what he does to me. I am overcome with so many feelings my brain does not think right. I’m usually the levelheaded one, but when I’m in his presence, someone else takes over.
I push back against him and slam his shoulders into the door, then quickly push the lock button on the knob. My hands scramble to the buttons on his shirt, but instead of yanking it open, I quickly run my fingers over each button, opening them. Then he tugs on the hem of my shirt and yanks it over my head. Need and want, lust and desire; we are consumed by only those thoughts.
My hands find the waistband of his pants and quickly open them up. I reach into his boxers and pull out his steel rod encased in velvet. His cock is so incredibly hard, long, and thick. My body twinges, wanting to fasten itself to him.
Jason pulls at the roots of my hair, tipping my neck up to look at him. “Are you going to get on your knees?” he asks in a commanding voice. I look down once more to the huge member attached to his body. Holy fuck! That was hot, but how the hell am I going to suck that thing? It’s way too big and will surely unhinge my jaw if I try.
I must have been examining his dick too long because Jason waits no longer. He yanks down my black, slim shorts, pulling my panties with them. Then he plants his lips to mine and kisses me so hard it hurts. I don’t back
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