Atticus ~76~

                                    

                                          
WARNING: Public intercourse, daddy, hair pulling, degradation, breath control, slight spanking, and ruined orgasm.
When I thought this woman couldn't get any more perfect, I was proven wrong over and over again. Here she was, bent over a sink, her eyes watching me through the mirror, and my cock deep inside of her. She was more than perfect. And she looked ethereal. 
I rammed into her like a madman, watching as she took every inch of me inside of her. She was biting at her bicep to keep herself quiet, squeaks and whimpers slipping from her throat. I held the bundle of fabric against her back as leverage to ram into her, my other hand holding her hip to pull her into me. 
I had gone easy on her every other time we've had sex, but tonight there was something about the way she smelt that had me feral. I wanted to claim every inch of her as mine. Carve my name into her bones and her heart. She had told me one day that if she could, she'd inject our veins with her love so we'd always feel it. 
And if I could inject her veins with mine, she'd be burning at every second. 
"Fuck baby girl, that's it, take it like a good little slut." I groan softly, leaning over her slightly and thrusting into her faster. She made me crazy. She made me sane. 
"A-Atticus.." She whispered my name, if I hadn't been so focused on her, I would've thought that it was the wind teasing me. I let go of her dress and lifted her thigh slightly, fucking her at a new angle. She let out a soft sob, dropping her forehead against the marble counter. 
"What's the matter, baby? Don't tell me you're gonna come already." I huff, kissing her clothed back. Her perfume mixing with my cologne was enough to have me on the edge. I straighten up and drop her thigh, wrapping my hand in her hair and yanking it backward so that she could watch me. 
Her eyes held pure lust and a flame of desire. Her pupils were blown out so much you could confuse her brown eyes for black ones. I pull out of her and drop to my knees, shoving my mouth onto her cunt, hearing her squeal softly. I lap up her wetness, sucking and licking at her clit. I fuck her with my tongue, relishing in the taste that coated my tongue and lips. She tasted divine. 
I wanted to have her screaming my name so that the whole restaurant could know it was me who fucked her good. So that those men who were gawking at her knew it was me who got to have every inch of her every day. 
But we weren't at that level yet. Baby steps, I remind myself. 
I lap up her wetness, kissing her thighs before biting them and then spanking them. Watching her skin darken from the spanks always brought me pleasure. I stand again and turn her around, lifting her up onto the counter and pulling her closer to me where I continued eating her out. 
I'd fuck her if the sink wasn't so damn high. 
Her hands grip my hair, pulling and yanking at it. I let out a low growl at the pressure against my scalp, her hands in my hair was enough to have my whole body trembling and ready to pop. 
She lets out a sound that made me shudder, something like a whine, a moan, and a cry, all mixed together. She tried to say something but her throat wouldn't let her. I reach up and grab her throat, lifting my head and kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. 
My free hand rubbed quick circles on her clit, bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm. I was losing patience and I was getting too many good ideas, those of which I cannot do to her in the small confinements of this bathroom. 
I thrust my fingers in her, curling them up the right amount. Using my hand on her throat, I pull her forward to make her watch what I was doing to her. Her eyes zeroed in on my fingers pumping in and out of her, my palm slick with her juices. She whimpered and squirmed, her hands holding onto my shoulders. 
My whole body jerked when one of her hands dropped and wrapped around my cock, pumping her hand on me at the same pace as I fingered her. I could feel her walls fluttering around my digits and I knew she didn't want to come until I did. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't going to come at all. 
"Did I give you permission to touch me, baby?" I whisper lowly in her ear, making her falter a little. I feel her fingers twitch around me, making me chuckle. "Well?"
"N-no, daddy.." She whispered shamefully. I felt her clench around my fingers when she used the name. I knew she was still embarrassed to use it, and that's why I made sure she used it whenever she could. 
"Then why are you touching me, hm?" I whisper, my teeth grazing her neck. She immediately releases me, panting heavily as her orgasm starts to peak. I chuckle darkly and shake my head. "Tsk tsk tsk, you think I'm gonna let you come? Once we get home, I'm gonna make sure Callan and Zachary know how much a disobedient little slut you are."
She lets out a soft sob, making me tighten my hold on her throat. Her breathing stops and her arms turn restless. She clawed at my hand but didn't put all her strength into hurting me. Right as she was about to come, I pulled my fingers out of her, watching as her body trembled and her thighs tried to create friction between them. I hold my body between her legs to stop her from any reprieve to the ache. 
I released her throat and tucked myself back in, ignoring how hard I was. I take a step back and admire the poor angel. Her legs were trembling and still spread, one of her hands was on her chest as she heaved and the other was holding herself up on the wall. She looked at me through her lashes, her eyes wet and glossy. I wink at her and place her panties where they belonged. 
I help her off of the counter and hold her trembling body to mine. She hides her face in her hands, leaning into me because of her shaky knees. Who knew a ruined orgasm was what would get her trembling like this? 
"You okay?" I ask softly, she takes a moment to respond, making my eyebrows knit in worry. She lifts her head and looks at me, her eyes pleading and full of lust. I smirk softly, taking my pointer and middle finger and placing them under her chin, tilting her head back so I could see her whole face. "What is it, baby? You need to come, don't you?" 
"Please.." She whined softly, I couldn't help but chuckle sadistically, knowing how uncomfortable she felt between her legs right now. I reach behind her and grab the little vibrator, placing it under the sink and rinsing it off before putting it in my pocket. 
"Let's go for some ice cream." I smirk softly, kissing her forehead and helping her out of the bathroom discreetly. She looked a little disheveled and disoriented but other than that, she was fine. I linked my arm with hers to support her as we left the restaurant. I had already paid in advance so our exit was uninterrupted. 
I can't wait to get her home.