She groans loudly against my neck as I enter her with two fingers from behind, and she finds herself pinned between my hands. She grabs the jacket to keep it from falling, while stuffing her face against my chest, actually chewing on my shirt to prevent herself from crying out.
“Want to tell me who owns you, naughty girl?” I murmur.
“You do, Logan,” she whimpers, her voice thick with pleasure and pain. “You do!”
I speed up my fingering, my thumb pressing against her clit as my curled fingers in her pussy make her moan loudly every time they hit a spot deep within her. I nearly moan myself when I hear her whine at the way I’m shoving two fingers, then three, into her tight asshole, her walls squeezing me as I punish it.
Just a few more pumps and her low moans turn into a loud gasp that I muffle with a kiss, her pussy clenching around me. Then she sags, trembling, before her face grows redder than ever when I withdraw my three fingers from her pussy with a loud plop.
But I keep the other fingers up her ass, and she hisses loudly, trying to escape them.
“Ithurts, Logan,” she groans.
“Good.”
Just then, the waitress returns bearing two plates loaded with burgers and fries, and two glasses filled with more ice cubes than water.
“Are you going to at least take them out so I can eat?” she snaps at me, still writhing in discomfort on my lap.
“No.”
She huffs out her displeasure, then bends over the table to pick up her burger.
“Wait,” I tell her. “Don’t eat yet.”
She grabs a fry and turns toward me—causing her to wince in pain as my fingers in her ass don’t budge—then very slowly lifts it to her lips, and takes a nibble.
“Naughty girl,” I smirk, giving her a few pumps of my fingers to punish her. Then I bring the three that were in her pussy up to her lips. “You can eat those first.”
She sniffs at her arousal on me and scrunches up her nose. “No thank you.”
“Go on,” I breathe, my cock straining in my pants.
Her face looks incredibly sensual as she closes her eyes, parts her lips and…bites.
“Fuck!”
She hasn’t changed much in her month away. But it still surprises me, and before I know it, my fingers have popped out of her ass. “Fuck, Lia!”
She bends over laughing, actually clutching her stomach as she shakes in quiet mirth.
I can’t think of the last time I’ve really seen her laugh, and any annoyance I might have felt melts at the sight of it. But her little show of brattiness also has me more turned on than ever, and she lets out a yelp of surprise when in one sudden movement, I’ve pulled up her jeans while also pushing her down on the floor, under the table.
“Logan!” she hisses. “They’ll see!”
By now, the waitress has definitely figured out what we’re doing, but one glance at my murderous expression, and another glance at the flash of metal in my back pocket, and she swiftly turns back around.
Anyway, it’s one thing to let her see my girl’s pussy. Another to risk her seeing my dick.
I’m not overly preoccupied by that last possibility as I unzip my fly and my cock springs out from its restraints. I can’t see Lia under the table after I’ve rearranged my jacket to hide her head and my dick, and it makes it even more exciting when I feel her tongue licking over the head of my cock, tasting the bead of precum.
Not exciting enough that I allow her to take the lead. I much prefer holding her head and fucking her mouth instead. Groping under the jacket, I find her cheeks and squeeze them around my cock, keeping her helplessly trapped between my hands as I use her mouth.
Every pump touches the back of her throat, and my cock feels harder than ever when I hear her choking gasps, and feel tears streaming down her cheeks.
Fuck yes. She’s mine. All fucking mine.
Far too soon, thick ropes of seed fill her mouth, and I hear her splutter. I bend down and whisper, “You’d better drink it all, ghost girl, if you want your dinner.”