Page 76 of Unbreakable
Dylan’s jaw dropped. “Oh, I see we’ve got the scrappy cocktail waitress back.”
I nodded. “You better watch yourself, mister. I’ll take you in that back alley and fuck you up.”
“I’ve got a better idea,” he said, turning on his heel and heading for the bathrooms. I stood bewildered for a moment, but when he looked back and cocked his head at me, I realized I was supposed to follow.
When I got to the hallway, I couldn’t see where he’d gone, until a hand clapped over my mouth and I was lifted off my feet, my back against Dylan’s chest. I squeaked, genuinely surprised and not trying to make a scene.
“Quiet,” he growled in my ear.
Within an instant, we were in the graffiti-littered, wood-paneled bathroom, and Dylan locked the door behind us. He spun us until we both faced the mirror, slipping his hand off my mouth and down to my throat, pinning me to the front of hisbody. He lowered his lips to my ear again, hissing in a deep voice with his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, little one. You’re going to watch yourself take me. You’re going to watch me watching you, and you’re going to see how much I want you and this sweet little body because somewhere our wires got crossed and you think I don’t want to see my wife taking what’s hers. I want to see you stuffed full of me, to see how well your body fits with mine, to see how I own you and you own me. Got it?”
I nodded, my breath heaving my chest as the music to “Highway to Hell” kicked on. I had a fleeting thought as to whether that was my old regular who always sang “Highway to Hell” on karaoke night, but was quickly brought back into the present.
Dylan’s hand left my stomach and wandered under my dress, smoothing up the back of my thigh to palm my ass that was left bare by my thong. I let out an irrepressible sigh as I held his hips behind my back. “Say ‘Yes, sir.’”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good,” he cooed. His fingers slipped between my legs from behind, petting over the thin lace before moving it aside and exploring my wetness. I tightened, and he hummed, putting a sucking kiss under my ear. “So, did you get wet when you were singing for me, or just now when I told you how good you’re gonna take me?”
Our hips rocked, teasing his thick cock with my ass. “When you pulled me in this bathroom.”
“That’s my girl.” With the hand that had been on my throat, he tipped me to meet him in a kiss over my shoulder. Our tongues clashed while his hand worked until he pulled away and dropped to his knees. “Legs wide, ass out.”
Dylan pulled my panties to my knees, kissing the backs of my thighs. His hands met the juncture of my ass and my legs beforehis mouth landed at the apex of my thighs, greedily sucking and stroking. I kicked one foot up as I leaned into the bathroom sink, my head rolling back at the pleasure. One of his hands left me and metal clanked on metal, his belt coming undone and his zipper lowering. He stood, and I looked at him over my shoulder.
“This thing rip easy?” he asked, tugging at the shoulder of my dress.
“No, it’s stretchy.”
“Good.” He pushed the top part of my dress to my waist, quickly unhooking my bra. Before he could let it fall to the floor, I caught it.
“Dirty floor,” I laughed. Dylan grinned and hung it over his shoulder.
“That work?”
“Uh huh.”
Then he lifted the bottom of my dress, leaving me bare except for my middle. He flicked his chin forward, his hard length pressing into my ass. “Look at yourself, Jeanine.”
Holding my dress with one hand, he used his hand to guide himself inside me. His eyes bored into mine in the mirror as he flexed his cock.
“Do you see that, baby? How hard I am for you? You feel how much I fill you up?”
I nodded and he growled, “Say ‘Yes, sir.’”
“Yes, sir.”
It really was a sight to behold. The bathroom’s low lighting cast an ochre glow over us. My breasts and their stiffened nipples jolted. One veiny hand rested on my throat, and one forearm angled from my waist to my hip. Dylan’s eyes traveled over my body in the mirror.
“See how fucking gorgeous you are when you take me? Why would I not want to look at you?”
His lips surrounded my earlobe, nibbling to my groan. My fingers drifted between my legs, circling my swollen clit.
“You are fucking perfect for me, Jeannie. Don’t you ever lie to yourself and say you’re not.”
“Yes, sir.”
