Chapter 3

The music switched to one that was sensual, and I began dancing erotically as I could still feel his eyes on me as I twisted my hips. I trailed my hands sexily down my body, knowing he was watching dangerously, like a predator, watching my every move.

The girl was away from his lap now, he wasn’t watching her anyways. His dark eyes landed on my cleavage, then trailed down, igniting a fire that has died, making it come back bigger than ever. I wanted his hands on me. His eyes alone was torture. He was dangerous. I knew that, but I imagined how it would feel to let myself get burned. It’s been so long since I just let go and did something stupid.

I couldn’t control my legs as I strode towards him, and I blamed the alcohol for taking my senses away.

“Hey there.” I purred, standing in front of him. The men beside him looked away as he watched me, and I went on my knees in front of him, my hands on his pants.

“Did blonde not do a good enough job?” I whispered as my fingertips trailed up the massive boner straining against his pants. “ I can fix that, daddy.” I purred as my fingers lightly skimmed over his boner.

He gripped my hand, sending sparks through my body as he chuckled, and I moaned at how sexy the sound was to me.

His eyes were a stormy grey, and his lips the best shade of pink. His jaw was sharply cut, and he looked like the kind of man that had secrets that could make me cry.

The scar that tore through his brow, narrowly missing his eyelid was unforgiving, but it added more to the strikingly handsome face he had.

He was beautifully and dangerously sexy, and I wanted him.

“Are you sure you can handle it, baby girl? It’s not for good girls like you who need alcohol to be bad.” He husked and I bit my lip looking up at him.

“I can show you I’m not a good girl. I can do things to you to prove it.” My other hand trailed up and palmed his dick and I moaned at the feel of it.

It was big alright.

He smirked. “Are you going to prove that, baby girl?”

I nodded as my mouth watered. “Please daddy let me prove it to you that I’m a bad girl.”

He smirked then relaxed in the chair, giving me full access to his dick. “Show me.”

I greedily pulled down his zipper, and brought out his dick. I gasped at the massiveness and wondered how that could enter anyone. How can this get into me?

“Too much for you to handle?” He asked with a lazy smile and I shook my head.

It was, but fuck it.

I started with a little lick at the top, the saltiness exploding on my taste buds as I swirled my tongue on the cap of his dick.

He simply watched me as I took the tip in my mouth, slightly sucking. He was big, and I loved the feel of him on my tongue as I slid his length into my throat, fighting back my gag reflexes as I sucked, humming as I slid his length up and down my throat.

“Fuck.” He growled as his hand found my hair, and he mouth fucked me. “Your little mouth feels so fucking good, baby girl.”

His deep voice caused my pussy to throb and i squeled as I struggled to cause friction for myself by rubbing my legs together. It’s been so long.

He pulled my head away and my mouth sounded with a pop sound, and I stared into his eyes in confusion.

“Wasn’t I any good, Daddy?” I asked, pouting.

His eyes were dark with desire, and I stroked his dick in my palm, causing him to stiffen.

“Stand up.” He ordered, and I did as he told, Ignoring the men who were beside us. I didn’t care, I just wanted him.

He pulled me to straddle him, and my skirt rode up, revealing half of my ass to the world but I didn’t care. He was all I could see and smell, and his hands were all around me.

“Does this good girl want me to fuck her push here, not caring if anyone can see me thrusting into her little pink hole?”

I shivered as his lip teased my ear, and I all but screamed as I stroked his dick, my wetness seeping through my panties, making a mess on his expensive suit pants.

“Please fuck me daddy.” I pleaded, shifting my underwear aside, but a stinging slap landed on my ass and I moaned at the sensation it sent rushing through my pussy.

“You don’t use your hands unless I want you to, got it?” He commanded and I nodded fast wanting him to reward me.

Anyone could see us, but that didn’t bother me. I loved who I was right now and I wished it could last forever.

His hand found my clit and he stroked, causing me to whimper, rocking against his finger, hoping he could provide me with release, but he withdrew his hand.

Then he tucked a finger in my thong, and ripped it apart, leaving my pussy bare. 

It was as though the world around us disappeared, leaving just the two of us locked in this reckless, forbidden moment. His breath was hot against my neck as he growled, "If you want to be bad, baby girl, I’ll show you what it really means."