Dash
Iwatch Peppermint move around the bar, fixing drinks with Allie. The place is packed, a damn line out the door. All the RBMC members are here to show support. We also want to show everyone if they fuck with the Harlots, they have us to answer to.
“Mason wants us in the VIP lounge in half an hour,” Hunter says.
Half an hour. I can make that work. Thank God she’s in a skirt tonight.
I approach the bar, motioning for Peppermint. She saunters over to me and props her hands on the bar.
“What can I get you, Dash?”
“Your pussy on my cock.”
She blushes, and my dick twitches. How can a woman be kickass and innocent at the same time? I want to find her limit because I know she has one and push it. Make her open up to me and be willing to do anything.
“I’m busy.”
“There are drinks needed in the VIP lounge. Make them and bring them up. Just you,” I instruct. “And make it quick.”
I don’t wait for her to question me or protest. She’ll come. I know it. I take the stairs up and leave the door ajar so she can come inside with the tray. Then I sit down on the sofa and unzip my pants, freeing my dick. I stroke it, unable to resist. I have less than thirty minutes, no time to waste on foreplay.
“I didn’t know how many to bring,” Peppermint says, pushing the door open.
She falters, nearly dropping the tray. Glancing back outside, she closes the door, tray still in hand.
“What are you doing?”
I grin at her. “I placed my order. You going to fulfill it?”
She looks back at the door. “I can’t. Not here. Not right now.”
There’s that limit I mentioned. I am absolutely going to push past it. When I’m done with her, she won’t have any limits. Not between us.
“Peppermint,” I say, stroking faster. “Come sit on my dick.”
She hesitates, staring down at the tray as if it’s some kind of barrier. I let out a groan, precum beading on my tip. She bites her bottom lip and places the tray on a table before rushing over to me.
“What if we get caught?” she asks, straddling my lap.
I slide her panties to the side and press inside her inch by inch. “Then we’ll have an audience,” I say with a shrug. “Ride me, Peppermint. Ride me until you come all over my cock.”
“You’re going to ruin me,” she says, bouncing up and down, her gaze drifting to the door every so often.
“Damn right I am.”
I give her ass a squeeze, then smack it hard. That’s all it takes. Her pussy tightens, clenches, and relaxes, over and over, through her orgasm. I muster all the self-control I can find to keep from shooting my load inside her. She collapses against my shoulder, breathless.
I’ll nut later. This was about her. About making her give in.
Peppermint sits up, rising enough for me to slip out of her warmth. With a grin, she lowers herself down to her knees and takes me into her mouth.
There’s that kickass side of her.