Page 117 of Saddles

We’re in our own secluded corner, and no one seems to have noticed.

“Guess I better pick that up.” Her napkin lands next to her wine and she slides under the table so quickly I almost miss the movement.

The ripple of the cloth covering her is the last thing I see.

But then I feel her hands find my knees.

And her fingers on my zipper.

Then her mouth enclosing the tip of my firming cock.

Fuck.

Heat rushes through me as her tongue works over the first two sets of piercings on my shaft, coaxing me deeper into her throat.

It hurts holding in the groan that’s trying to escape.

My thighs quiver wanting to thrust into her.

“You’re killing me, Frosty,” I hiss as my palm finds her hair beneath the fabric.

There’s a small pop as her lips pull away from their tortuous suction. “I’m gonna love you to death.” Scorching shocks arc through me when she sucks me back into her hot mouth.

My face buries in my hand as I pant.

Her cool touch works between the denim and my sensitive sack as she kneads my nuts while furiously licking over every bar.

God damn it.

“You gotta…stop…I’m gonna…” I can barely breathe.

My knuckles turn white gripping the edge of the oak and sweat prickles down my neck.

Then she takes me down to piercing number four and I want to throw everything out of my way and fuck her in the middle of the restaurant floor.

I can feel her gag as she takes another, but she doesn’t pull away.

The sixth one bounces against her bottom teeth, making a ricochet vibration run down my shaft.

I grab my hat and push it hard over my head so I can hide my face, both hands clutching the wood of my seat as my jaw grits.

So close.

“Don’t stop,” I finally grunt. I’ll give her what she wants.

My woman.

“Take it all,” I hiss, letting my hips drive up just enough that I can push the last two bars past her lips.

There it is.

My calves spasm and my toes curl in my boots as I erupt into the coaxing confines of her constricting throat.

Jesus. Her mouth milks every drop as she swallows me down, sending an electrifying shiver through me.

Then the cool air sweeps over my wet cock, and her hands push on my thighs until I can’t feel her touch any longer.

A solid thirty seconds passes before her blond hair appears, and she proudly holds up the fallen spoon.

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