The knocker went away, and Ivy continued to suck Cullen’s huge, throbbing cock.
The salty taste was growing stronger and she was also getting closer to coming herself. Ivy slid her hand up between her thighs, spreading her legs as wide as she could for Cullen to see.
And then she pressed her own fingers into her wet folds.
I’m sucking the boss’s cock in a café bathroom while I finger-fuck myself.
Somehow, this turned her on even more.
She looked up at him, watching his face, the way his eyes closed and his jaw clenched while his muscular hips clenched and unclenched and he slid in and out of her mouth.
The sucking, smacking sounds were very loud and sloppy now.
He was speeding up and so was she.
“I’m close,” he murmured. “I’m going to cum on your ass you bad little girl. Get up, quickly and stand against the wall.”
She stood up, almost falling. Her leg was asleep.
He helped her to the wall, and she could tell he was so close he could barely hold it in.
Her palms slapped the wall and her cheek drove into the tile as Cullen pushed her skirt up to her waist and then began slapping the head of his cock all over her ass cheeks and between them.
He was jerking off.
“You listen. To. Me. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m so—so sorry, Sir,” she cried, as she played with herself while he jerked off.
And then she felt his head pushing between her cheeks and a hot spurt of liquid splattered her ass, again and then again. It was dripping down her buttocks and between her legs.
“Fuck,” he breathed, scraping his hand up her fleshy hips and onto her lower back. And then he was pushing his cock between her legs and into her wet pussy from behind.
She cried out. “Oh, shit,” she breathed as his cock entered her wet hole.
She was so wet.
He’d already come, but somehow he was still hard enough—and besides, she was ready to go.
As soon as he entered her, she climaxed, and he fucked her hard from behind, pushing into her as she came.
Her pussy contracted over and over, clutching Cullen’s huge dick, and she moaned loudly, despite trying to be quiet.
Cullen grabbed her breasts as he pushed his entire body against her, while she was still pressed flat against the bathroom wall. His lips sucked her earlobe, his breath hot against her ear canal as he spoke. “You’re mine, Ivy. Do you understand?”
She nodded her head, gritting her teeth as the final throws of her tremendous orgasm subsided.
“Tell me you understand,” Cullen whispered in her ear.
“I understand, Sir,” she replied, trying to catch her breath.
“Good,” he said, and then he withdrew from her.
She quickly fixed her bra and buttoned her blouse the best she could. There were a few buttons hanging on for dear life, and if she held onto her shirt she was able to keep her shirt mostly closed.
His cum was drying on her ass and legs and her pussy was soaked.
The bathroom smelled of sex.
“I’m in no condition to go back to work,” Ivy told him, as Cullen fixed his shirt and tie in the bathroom mirror.
He, on the other hand, now looked perfect once again—like nothing had even happened between them.
“I’ll handle it,” he said, pulling out his phone and texting. “Come with me.”
“Everyone’s going to know we were having sex in here if we go out together.”
He chuckled. “The cat’s already out of the bag.” And then he opened the door and strode confidently out into the café.
Ivy put her head down and tried not to watch anybody’s reaction as she followed Cullen out of the bathroom, but she couldn’t help but catch the glances and disgusted reactions of the employees and some patrons who were clearly aware of what was going on.
“Hope it was worth it,” someone yelled out, as they were exiting.
“Looks like it was,” a woman’s voice replied, and then there were titters of laughter following them into the street.
Cullen waved his hand and whistled, as the familiar limousine pulled up next to the curb. “Get in,” he told her.
“You had your limo ready and waiting again?” she said, shaking her head.
“Would you rather walk around with your blouse hanging open?”
“If you hadn’t ripped all the buttons off I wouldn’t have to worry about that,” she said, getting into the limousine, as Cullen got in after her.
“And if you hadn’t met with Xavier behind my back, I wouldn’t have needed to rip those buttons off. But here we are. For every action, there’s an equal and opposite reaction.” Cullen smiled as he slid next to her in the backseat.
“Where to, Mister Sharpe?” the driver asked.
“La Belle Vie, please,” Cullen told him.
As the car pulled out into the street, Ivy turned to Cullen. “Where are we going now? What is La…Belle…?”
“La Belle Vie,” Cullen repeated, in what sounded like an authentic French accent.
“Okay. What is it?”