"I couldn't stay away from you," he said, his voice low and silky.
The smell of coconut rum on his breath was a massive turn-on; she couldn't think straight if she wanted to.
"Ahh, FUCK, you look so good, baby," he continued through gritted teeth.
"You know I can't keep my fuckin' hands off you. I can't help myself. I just can't... fuckin'... help it... ughh," he whimpered, tightening his grip on her waist.
She raised her legs, allowing him to pound deeper into her. Her moans grew louder under his hand, her eyes threatening to roll back with every thrust. Her grip on the sink was slipping the more furious his lust became.
"I just need one, baby. Just gimme one, and I'll let'chu go," he said, panting.
Despite the gravel in his voice, the look on his face was tender, pleading. This part of him always spoke to her, her insides quivering as he melted her heart with his stare. He never needed to ask; as far as she was concerned, Daddy always gets what he wants. 'Take it, Daddy,' she thought to herself, feeling a deep tremble in her thighs; she was close. VERY close.
"Nngh, fuck, I can already feel you 'bout to cum," Cameron said breathlessly, keeping his eyes glued to Mia.
She looked so pretty being taken like this; he wanted to watch her fall apart. He knew he would miss her tonight, but he didn't think he'd get to show her just how much. He was addicted to watching her succumb to his hunger; the more she struggled, the hungrier he became. He didn't want to last long, they didn't have the time. So, he allowed himself to feel her completely, her muffled cries music to his ears.
The rhythm of her clenching muscles matched the throbbing of his own, the harmony between them growing more vicious as they approached true bliss.
"Mm-hmm, I know you' right there, baby. C'mon, give it to me," he implored.
She couldn't help her body's reaction every time he spoke. She nodded at him, using the last of her strength to look him in the eyes before letting it all go.
"Yeah, that's it. Almost there, baby," he encouraged her, watching her pupils slowly disappear behind her eyelids.
"Mm-hmm, there you go. It's comin'," he said, pacing himself for the perfect timing.
"It's comin'..." he said again, feeling her insides swell up around him.
He watched as her back arched against the mirror, hands wildly reaching for something, ANYTHING, to hold onto. She let out a gutteral scream, trusting him to silence her before anyone noticed.
"There you gooo," he cooed, fucking her through her orgasm.
Even without looking, he can hear her pleasure leaking from her, dripping onto the tile floor. He waited until she couldn't take it anymore, grabbing at his shirt and clawing at the hand on her mouth, before pulling himself out of her, his liquid love escaping him, leaving trails of white cursive on her pubic mound. He pulled her into him, taking her bottom lip into his mouth before one final burst came shooting from him. She could feel the vibration on her lips as he grunted into her mouth.
Pressing their foreheads together, they stayed there for a moment, smiling and breathing heavily into each other. He lifted his waistband back over his dripping, wild beast, and lifted her up off of the countertop. She went to grab some toilet paper to wipe herself off, but he stopped her.
"No. Leave it," he said, returning her thong to its original position, his pleasure puddle soaking into the fabric.
She pulled her dress down over the mess and leaned against the sink, catching her breath as he fixed her hair.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Mm-hmm," she whimpered, giggling.
"Where's your lipgloss, in your bag?"
"Mn-mn," she shook her head, fanning herself back to reality.
He took his pointer finger and hooked it at the top of her dress, pulling it just low enough to reveal the tube of lip shine tucked into the center of her bra. He removed it and handed it to her before turning her around to face the mirror. Getting a glimpse of her figure from behind made him hungry for more, but he needed to behave himself.
He continued fluffing the curls on the back of her head as she checked her makeup for damages. Once she felt she was good to go, she turned to him, pulling him in by the front of his joggers, and kissed him passionately, determined to make it count. He watched her, charmed as she flashed him a smirk, lipgloss in hand, and opened the door.
Thankful no one was waiting for the bathroom, she made her way back outside, trying her best to seem normal as she reapplied her lipgloss. She grabbed the last bottle of ale from the cooler next to the back door, stuffed her gloss back into her bra, and returned to the old lawn chair, subtly inspecting her dress for any residual white spots.
"Oh, there she is," said one of the twins, tapping the other.
"Good, we was 'bout to come lookin' for you," the other shouted, passing her the last of the backwood.
"Was I gone that long?" Mia yelled, tucking the blunt between her lips as she popped the cap of the frosty glass bottle.
"Almost," the twins shouted back, simultaneously.
She put the backwood between her fingers and took a swig as she picked up her phone, afraid her little adventure had kept her for too long.
It'd only been 7 minutes.
