Page 22 of Hidden Desires

She smiles, all teeth and mischief. “So don’t stop.”

I grab the young woman’s hips, hoist her into my arms, and stumble until she’s pressed up against the nearest wall that shows some redheaded pinup grinning over a bomb bay. Fitting.

Meanwhile, Eliza wraps her legs around me, dress riding up to her waist. I slide a hand up her thigh, hook a finger under the edge of her panties, and holy fuck, but she’s soaked—no surprise, but the confirmation makes me spurt into my pants.

“You sure about this?” I ask, voice rough.

She nods. “Yes, Daddy. I’m yours.”

That does it. I yank her panties aside and sink two fingers inside, curling them until she bucks against my hand. Her head falls back, golden hair spilling over her shoulders as she moans, her eyes drifting shut.

“Oh yes, Daddy. Oh yes yes yes, that feels so good. Don’t tease me.”

I laugh, low and dangerous, while twisting my fingers in her squelching cunt. “You don’t know what teasing is, sweetheart.”

She gasps as I finger her, slow at first, then faster, matching the way her hips buck and grind against my palm. I thumb her clit, and she nearly bites through her own lip to keep from screaming, as I begin to shake my fingers in her pussy, hot juices pouring over my wrist.

But Eliza wants to touch me too, and she reaches down, fumbling with the button on my jeans, finally working me free. My cock springs up, angry and red, and she wraps her hand around the massive length, pumping slow and sensual. There’s so much pre-come that within seconds, the entire rod is lubed and wet.

“Fuck,” I groan, letting her work me for a second. Then I grab her wrist, pin it above her head, and push into her tiny twat in one smooth thrust.

“Ooooh!” she cries out, the sound echoing off the museum walls. “Mmm, yes Daddy, yes! Oooh, that feels good!”

I fuck the young woman hard and fast, her channel so wet that obscene sucking sounds ring out in the museum. Her pussy grips me, slick and greedy, and I lose track of the world outside the radius of her body.

“Fuck,” I grunt. “Baby, you’re so tight.”

“Yes, use my pussy,” she moans. “It’s yours to make yourself feel good, Daddy. Trash it.”

We go like that for what feels like forever—me slamming into her, her whispering filthy encouragements in my ear. “Harder, Jack. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop, Daddy. Mmm, I want it!”

Her words drive me to the edge, and Eliza knows it. She digs her nails into my back, thighs trembling and then lets out a wail when I hit that special spot inside.

“Oooh, Daddy yes! More!”

I clamp a hand over her mouth. “Quiet, unless you want to get caught by the security guard.”

She licks my palm, moans against it, and then I feel her coming apart, the tremors starting in her core and rippling out. Her back arches as she wails again, the violent spasms of her cunt driving me to my own completion. I thrust a few more times and then let go, filling her with gallons of salty, virile cream.

“Fuuuuck!” is my shout. “Shit shit shit!”

Eliza clasps my shoulders as shudders run through her curvy form. She bounces a few more times on my thickness, her big breasts swaying and I almost lose it again. Holy fuck, the young girl’s sexy as she pants and moans, her climax incredibly beautiful to behold.

But all good things must come to an end, and soon, the ecstasy subsides a bit. We stay locked together for a minute, my dick crammed up tight in her sweetness, both of us breathing hard. I rest my forehead against hers, the air between us thick with desire and satisfaction.

After a minute, Eliza slides off, straightens her dress, and kisses me again, softer this time.

“Thanks for the tour, Commander,” she says in a naughty tone. “I really enjoyed it.”

I laugh, tuck myself back in, and wonder how the hell I’ve lost control. I just claimed my date in an empty museum, but there are guards on 24/7 duty. We could have been caught, so what the fuck am I thinking?

But it’s only too obvious what I’m thinking because Eliza reaches down then, pulling the hem of her skirt up. Sure enough, there’s virile cream leaking from her just-fucked vag, and she dabbles one finger in the liquid before lifting it to her lips for a naughty lick.

“Mmm,” she coos while smirking at me. “You taste good.”

Holy fuck, did the young woman just do that? But sure enough, Eliza’s already turned and walking towards the exit. I stagger in her wake, shoes squeaking on polished concrete, and see an elderly security guard watching from the shadows near the main exhibit. He shakes his head, and then looks away and pretends not to see anything.

Meanwhile, my girl remains unperturbed. “That was fun,” Eliza quips, grabbing my hand .