I finish the last bite of my steak and lean back against the bench while Jessie finishes her pasta. Seeing her almost ready to come at the table earlier made me as hard as fucking stone, but it was so much fun watching her squirm. I picked up those balls as an afterthought, thinking they’d be an added element of fun for our evening. I’d had no idea they’d turn her into a trembling mess. I swear I could have kissed that spot on her neck earlier and she’d have come apart at the table. I had considered it too, but making her come would have meant I’d have had to take her out of here and fuck her, and I was hungry. Besides, I had promised her dinner and I always deliver on my promises.
She seemed to have calmed down while we were eating and I figure she’s getting used to the sensation of those things rolling around in her pussy. Now that we have almost finished dinner, they won’t be staying in there much longer, because I can’t wait to get inside her sweet little cunt myself. My cock is twitching in my pants at the thought.
Jessie puts her silverware onto the table and pushes her plate away. “I’m done. If I eat any more I won’t be able to move,” she declares.
“You want dessert?” I ask.
“Nope,” she shakes her head. “Not in this dress,” she laughs as she rubs a hand over her stomach. “You?”
“No. Nothing from this menu, anyway.”
“Oh?’ she purrs as she turns to me brushing her hand over my thigh. “And where is your dessert menu then, Mr. Ryan?”
I lean closer to her, brushing my lips over her ear. Damn! She smells so fucking good. Sweeter than any dessert I’ve ever tasted. “You already know that my dessert is in your panties, sweetheart. So, if you don’t want me to eat it at this table, I suggest you behave yourself.”
“I am behaving.” She bites her lip and my cock throbs.
“Come here.” I reach for her hand.
“I am here,” she whispers.
“Here!” I look down at my lap.
“You want me to sit on your lap here in the restaurant?”
“It’s dark back here. The staff know not to disturb us,” I pull her towards me and she shuffles her body until she is sitting with her legs draped over mine, her feet resting on the bench and her back to the room.
“How is my dessert doing?” I whisper in her ear as I slide my hand between her thighs.
“It’s kind of…” she tilts her head as she considers her reply, “creamy?”
“Damn! Jessie. I’m going to fuck you so hard when we get out of here, sweetheart. My cock is busting to get inside you.”
“So shall we leave?” she arches one eyebrow at me.
“You want to?” I ask as my fingers slide between her folds and I tug gently on the balls.
“Shane!” she groans and shudders on my lap.
“Or you want me to make you come first, sweetheart?” I tug again as I brush the pad of my thumb over her clit, and she wraps her arms around me, pressing her face into my neck. “Your choice?” I growl as I hook my finger into the small heart loop at the end of the retrieval cord and move them in and out of her while I keep toying with her clit.
“God!” she pants. “Make me come, Shane. Please.”
“Good girl.”
I work the balls in and out of her pussy and her juices run out of her, soaking my fingers. I can smell her sweet cum and it makes me desperate to taste her, and while I would happily eat her out in front of these diners, I know she would rather I didn’t.
“Shane!” she whimpers, so close to the edge I feel her muscles trembling. My girl has been on the edge of this all night, and I’ll be fucked if I’m going let some metallic balls have the pleasure of feeling her come. I pull them out of her and she groans into my neck in frustration as I stuff them into my jacket pocket.
“It’s okay, I got you,” I whisper in her ear, pulling her tighter to me as I slide two fingers inside her hot cunt. My own balls draw up into my stomach when I do because she feels fucking incredible. “Damn, Jessie. You’re fucking soaking, sweetheart,” I groan as her cum runs down my fingers and onto my wrist. “You really liked those balls inside you, huh?”
“Yes,” she groans as she rocks her hips against my hand. “But not as much as your fingers.”
I curl the tips of them inside her, pressing against that spot that makes her shudder and she clings onto me even tighter. I don’t even see the waiter approaching our table as I work her and my cock weeps as my girl keeps on whimpering in my ear. “Would you like to see the dessert menu, Sir?” he asks.
Jessie gasps at the sound of his voice but I keep going, and I scowl at him. “I’m kind of fucking busy here.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Ryan,” he stammers.
“You will be. Don’t ever fucking interrupt me again.” He nods before he skulks away and I press my lips against Jessie’s ear. “It’s okay, he’s gone.”
“I don’t care,” she groans as she rakes her nails over my chest and back. Her cunt squeezes around my fingers and I push harder. With my free hand, I push her face against my neck because she is about to come. Hard.
“Shane!” she groans loudly and her entire body shudders on my lap as her pussy draws my fingers deeper and her juices coat my whole hand.
“Fuck, sweetheart!” I growl as I brush her hair back from her face. “I am desperate to taste you.” I slide my fingers out of her and suck them into my mouth, cleaning her juices from them while she clings onto me, letting the last of her orgasm roll through her.
“That was…” she pants into my neck, “incredible.”
“I know. Damn, you taste so fucking sweet, I need to get you out of here because I’m about half a minute away from nailing you right here in this booth.”
“Okay,” she nods and I straighten her dress before she climbs off my lap. My suit pants are stained with her cum but I have never been more desperate to get inside a woman as I am right now for her. I want to eat her alive and then I want to fuck her until neither of us can stand. I consider taking her into the restroom but I need to spread her open somewhere and bury my face in her pussy.
