We barely made it to our seats before she started acting up.
Low-cut top. No bra. Short skirt. And she sat beside me like she didn’t already know exactly what I’d do to her in the dark. The second the lights dimmed, my hand was on her thigh.Not slow. Not teasing. Firm. Possessive.
She sucked in a breath and glanced at me sideways, eyes already heavy, lips parted. That look alone made me hard. I didn’t waste time.
I slid my hand under that little skirt. No resistance. No underwear. “Of course you didn’t wear any,” I muttered, fingers brushing straight over her soaked slit.She was dripping. Fucking drenched.
Her legs parted instinctively, desperate, needy. I shoved two fingers inside her; deep.She gasped loud enough that a guy in front glanced back.I leaned in, lips to her ear.
“You make a sound like that again, I’ll pull you into the hallway and bend you over the sink.”
She whimpered. Her body shook as I curled my fingers, fucking her with slow, brutal pressure, deep and deliberate, dragging over that spot that made her squeeze around me like she was begging without words.
Her hand gripped my thigh like she was drowning. I didn’t let up. My thumb pressed against her clit.Small, tight circles. Precise.She clenched. Hard.I felt it.
“Don’t come yet,” I warned.
She nodded, but her hips were rocking against my hand, subtle movements, trying not to draw attention while I fingered her like I owned her body.
She was panting now, head against my shoulder, whole body flushed, thighs trembling. I pushed my fingers in deeper.She jolted. Her nails dug into my arm.
Her moan broke free. Sharp. Needy. She slapped a hand over her mouth. I looked at her, completely fucked out and we hadn’t even reached the halfway mark of the movie.
I pulled my fingers out and shoved them into her mouth. “Taste how filthy you are.” She sucked them deep. Eyes rolling back.She didn’t even care anymore. She was too far gone.
I reached over, gripped her jaw, pulled her into a kiss, open mouth, tongue claiming hers, messy and desperate. I could feel her grinding against the seat, trying to find friction. Pathetic little movements like she needed to come or she’d die.
I whispered, “If you want to come, get on my lap.”
She didn’t hesitate. Straddled me, her soaked cunt pressed right against my hard cock through my jeans.
No shame left.
She rocked her hips, slowly at first, then faster. The heat. The wetness. I gripped her ass and guided her movements. She was trembling now, full body shaking, biting her lip so hard I thought she’d bleed.
“You gonna come all over me in a room full of people?” I growled in her ear.
She nodded. Desperate. Unashamed.
“Then fucking do it.” And she did. Muffled moan into my neck.
Her entire body clenched. Thighs, arms, cunt—everything tightened.She came hard. Wet. Shuddering. Grinding down until she had nothing left.
She collapsed against me.
Chest heaving. Ruined. I held her there. Smirking.Still hard beneath her. Still in control.
“Now sit through the rest of the movie like a good girl,” I whispered.
She slid off me slowly, her legs barely steady.She sat, hair a mess, lips swollen, thighs slick. And the movie?
Still playing. But I wasn’t done with her yet.
