He pulled his fingers from me, brought them to my lips, and pushed them into my mouth.
“Suck.” I did as he ordered, lapping up my juices from each finger, and he continued to dictate how it was going to go, “So fucking sexy like that. You love it when I tell you what to do; how to be my good little whore. Now tell me… Do you taste good?”
I nodded in agreement, my eyes transfixed on him. I watched him lick his lips, his eyes fixed on my mouth. I made sure my tongue made more than one appearance, teasing him in the process.
The telltale sounds of his belt being loosened, and the clicking of the metal teeth of a zipper, filled my ears. He forced the rest of his fingers between my lips as he pulled his fucking perfect cock out and tapped the head against my clit. I moaned at the sensation, like the wanton slut I felt like with him. He teased my slit, slipping the tip up and down, but not entering.
With his fingers in my mouth, he grabbed hold of my jaw and nipped on the spot just behind my ear. “Remember to keep quiet, baby. You don’t want anyone barging in, do you? At least not until I’ve gotten mine and filled you up with my come.”
I shook my head, my body tingling in anticipation. I had never done anything like that in my life, but I would do anything he asked of me.
In one swift motion, he was buried inside me, just as he had said. My teeth clamped down on his fingers to keep the scream in, but my body still let out a sob of pleasure, the whimper slipping out. His hips rocked, pushing his cock in and pulling it back out. In with a hard thrust and out as fast.
The hand that wasn’t knuckle deep in my mouth was gripping my ass like a vice as his cock pistoned into me.
“This is your fault. Fucking flirting with another guy in front of me, practically offering up your * to him. But it’s not yours to give away, is it?” he asked in a condescending tone.
His fingers were still lodged in my mouth, rendering me unable to respond, but I managed to get out an almost “no.”
“That’s right, baby, it’s not. Your fucking * belongs to me, and I’m going to make sure everyone knows that it’s taken.”
My head was foggy as he pounded into me. I couldn’t tell which way was up. I didn’t care we were in a dirty bar bathroom, or that people could probably hear us. All I cared about was him and the way he made my body sing. Only for him.
“Oh, shit! Baby, I’m so close,” he grunted. “Are you close?”
I hummed around his fingers, my eyes locked on his.
“That’s what I thought.”
He smirked before pulling out. I cried out at the sudden loss, almost sobbing as I had been a few strokes away from my orgasm.
“On your knees,” he commanded, tugging on my jaw, drawing me down from the counter.
Once I was kneeling in front of him, the fingers in my mouth moved to my hair. He grabbed a fistful of my locks and yanked my head back so I was looking up at him, my jaw going slack from the angle. His breath was erratic as he smacked his cock against my bottom lip, the tip running across my lips and cheeks.
“You like that? Fucking dirty girl. Look at you, fucking me in the bathroom of a bar then begging to suck my cock.”
His fist pumped his shaft at a furious pace. He relaxed his motions and tilted his hips forward, pushing the head to my lips. I began sucking on the tip, licking anywhere I could, tasting myself on him. His eyes were dark and glazed as he stared down at me.