“I’ll be there in three minutes. I expect to taste your pussy on your fingers when I arrive.”

I walked into the bar right on time, and I smiled before kissing her on the cheek. I took her hand in mine and raised it to my lips without saying a word. She tasted of… well, she tasted of pussy. Her pussy to be exact.

“I love how you follow directions.”

“Do I get a reward?” she asked in her shy little girl voice.

“Begging is nearly unbecoming.”

She fluttered her eyelashes, leaned her head on my shoulder and touched my lips with her fingers again.

“Please…” she moaned into my ear.

I kissed her fingers in spite of myself, and closed my eyes as I felt her breath on my ear. I wanted more than a taste and I wanted it quickly. I wanted to satisfy every little urge she had, and I wanted to reward her with more orgasms than she could count. I wanted her right there on the bar, against the wall, or on her knees no matter who saw us. I wanted to fuck her more than I wanted to come.

“What type of reward were you thinking?” I asked instead.

She looked up at me as she rubbed my arm. She was deep in thought as I ordered my drink, and she knew I would wait until she was ready.

“Maybe later, when you take me home… Maybe, just for a moment-it doesn’t have to be long-but maybe just for a moment, you’ll let me suck your cock?”

I pictured her naked beneath me, and I pictured her moaning as I fucked her ass and cunt until she cried. I saw her tears and her mouth as I kissed her in my mind and told her I loved her again and again.

“Maybe,” I said. “I’ll consider it.”

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