The following evening, I was sitting opposite Alana at the dinner table. I watched as she pushed her potatoes around the plate with her fork. Wherever she was, it wasn’t in this room.
‘Something on your mind, princess?’
She looked up at me and blinked. ‘Sorry, I was just thinking about the shelter, that’s all. Did I tell you we’ve found a new building?’
‘No,’ I said as I took a sip of my water.
‘Yes. It’s so much better than the one they have now. It has more rooms and a huge kitchen and a garden for the kids. It’s in a much nicer neighborhood too.’
‘Sounds good.’
She looked at me and licked her lips. I thought about sticking my cock in that hot mouth of hers but sensed she wanted something else from me. ‘What is it?’
‘I just wondered if you wanted to come to the opening with me on Saturday, that’s all? But, I’m sure you’re busy.’
‘I’ll come with you.’
‘Really?’ she said with a smile that made my cock twitch.
Shit! I was letting her get too close to me again. ‘Yes. It will be good for business.’
Her smile faltered for a second and I saw the flicker of hurt across her face. I felt a moments guilt, but I swallowed it down. I was a bastard. She already knew that.
I put my knife and fork down. ‘Come here.’
She stood and walked around the table to me. The way she obeyed me without question turned the twitch in my cock to a throb. I pushed my chair back and grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her onto me until she was straddling me. Slipping my hand up her dress and between her thighs, I reached her pussy and was pleased to find she wasn’t wearing panties.
‘Good girl,’ I said as I slid my fingers through her slit. I was even more pleased to find her dripping wet and ready for me. ‘Does walking around with no panties make you wet, princess?’
She didn’t answer as I slipped a finger inside her. Instead she let out a low moan and threw her head back, exposing the creamy skin of her neck.
I rubbed my nose along her collarbone, inhaling her sweet scent. I added a second finger and she cried out and wrapped her hands around my neck. I pumped in and out of her slick channel. The sound of her arousal making me desperate to bury myself in her.
I pulled my fingers out of her and she bit her lip in frustration. But she knew what was coming next, and as much as she loved my fingers, she loved my cock inside her so much more.
I stood, holding onto her ass as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I pushed the plates and cutlery out of the way, sending some of them crashing to the floor and placed her down on the table.
Then I reached for my zipper and pulled out my cock. I was so hard it was almost painful. In one swift move, I was inside her and I sighed with the relief of having her tight pussy squeezing me. She buried her head in my neck as I drove into her like a man possessed.
‘You liked being fucked on the dining table, princess?’ I panted, and she blushed in response.
When she didn’t answer me, I slammed into her even harder. ‘Well?’
‘Yes,’ she gasped.
‘You’re going to come for me on this table. So, the next time I’m eating here, all I’ll be able to think about will be you spilling your delicious cream.’
‘Alex,’ she moaned, and I increased my pace, sliding my hand between us and rubbing her sensitive clit until she screamed my name instead.
