9. Damien

I want her squirming. Juices flowing. Unable to stop the thoughts of touching herself. I notice her fingers twitching on her thighs and the way she's breathing so deeply and slowly. I fucking live for it.

I keep my hands tight on the steering wheel – worried if I remove them, I'll just give in to my urges. As fun as it sounds, I want to take my time making her dizzy with lust. When I'm done, there'll be no denying her attraction to me.

She pretends to be unbothered for the rest of the car ride. Quietly humming to herself, she scrolls through her phone, glancing out of the window, with appearance of being distracted – but I catch her glancing at me out of the corner of my eye. I suppress my grin.

Not now. Not while we're about to meet a client. I need to clear my head.

When I finally park at the restaurant, she all but scrambles out of her seat, and slams the door before I have time to pull the key from the ignition. She wants space. Sanity, and a clear – sexless mind so she can focus. All things that being close to me isn't giving her.

I watch her walk ahead of me, hips shaking, ass bouncing so deliciously, I actually have to take a deep breath and think of something to get my growing cock to heal. God what the fuck is with me? What is it about her that just drives me insane? The conquest? Her unwillingness to just admit her sexual feelings? All of it?

Mila whips her head sideways to peer back at me over her shoulder, and she bites her lip.

So fucking sexy.

As soon as we walk into the restaurant I'm acknowledged and led to our seat. The Watkins stand to greet us, shaking my head, and Mila's politely, before resuming sitting. They're an older couple. Mila widens her eyes slightly at me with confusion. She doesn't understand how a divorcing couple can be so civil, most of the time clients are out to get their significant other.

Henry and Gwen Watkins aren't getting divorced. They've sought legal counsel for another reason.

"Thank you for meeting here with us today, Mr. Sinclair," Henry addresses. He drags his eyes up from his menu and smiles. I return his smile.

"Of course, Mr. Watkins," I reply. Mila nibbles on her bottom lip, with her head cocked to the side, and brows furrowed while reading the menu. All of its in French. I reach for her menu and grab it away from her. She opens her mouth to protest and thinks against it when she realizes the Watkins are staring at her.

"Trust me," I say lowly.

"Fine," She grits out quietly, and takes a sip of water from her glass.

"Mr. Sinclair," Gwen begins. I can tell she's anxious just by the way she bites her thumb nail. She swipes her silver hair back from her face and clasps her hands together. "We're having a dilemma."

"Gwen –"

She holds up her hand and shakes her head sharply at her husband.

"No, Henry, no." Gwen sighs and returns her attention on me with determination. "Our Son has made a terrible mistake in marrying, what can only be classified as a 'gold digger' of a woman. We want to know if he's still able to enforce a prenup? He has inherited property, but I don't want her having access to it."

"I understand." I nod. "Any property or assets gained during marriage are equally divided amongst the couple in the event of a divorce. Although, he can still have a prenup drawn up and validated."

My eyes shift to Mila, who's resting her head on her hand. She smiles brightly at me when I wink at her. At least she's enjoying this.

Gwen groans and pinches the bridge of her nose, while her eyes close. Henry rubs at one of her shoulders.

"Listen, Mr. Sinclair, will you be willing to draw up the paperwork and we will have both of them sign it," Henry says. Gwen shutters and he shoots me a 'help me out here' look. The waiter comes to the table and greets us. I hold up my hand for a moment to silence him.

"It shouldn't be a problem. As long as she signs the paperwork, despite already being married, the prenup will be legal."

Henry nods. I notice the way he rolls his eyes when his wife 'hmphs' and sits up straighter in her seat. He's just along for the ride clearly. I wave the waiter over and begin ordering a drink. I always take a vodka tonic when out to lunch but Mila's playing it safe. She's gone for water. Something to keep her clear minded. She'll need it around me if she wants to continue this charade of having no feelings for me.

Makes the chase all the more exciting.

I like a challenge.

"Like that tramp will sign anything..." Gwen whines and rises from her seat before tossing her napkin on to the table and storming towards the front door. Henry mutters a quick apology and that he'll be right back before chasing after her.

Mila chuckles. I raise questioning brows at her, and she covers her mouth, her cheeks redden.

"Something amusing?"

She shrugs, and runs her tongue along her bottom lip, before biting it.

"Not at all, Sir. It's just no matter how old you get, parents will always try and add their two cents."

I chuckle along with her and nod. She's right. I don't know one person whose parent hasn't made some type of imposition regarding their personal life. This doesn't surprise me anymore.

She tosses her head back and wipes a tear from her eye as the laughs die down, and I can't peel my eyes away from her, she's gorgeous. She glances around, and taps her fingers against the table softly, before clucking her tongue.

"I um, I'm just gonna' go use the bathroom really quick."

I stand as she leaves and decide to go check on my clients. I regret it the moment I step outside. Gwen's having a meltdown, tugging at her hair, dark makeup smeared under her eyes. Henry's attempting to console her but she's not heading his help. She swats him away and yells profanity about her son and his choices in women.

Henry shoots me an apologetic half smile, and says they'll be inside in a couple of minutes. I nod, and walk back in. I walk back towards the bathroom and take advantage of Gwen's meltdown and take a leak.

Right as I'm about to go into the bathroom, Mila walks out and runs right into me. I grab her quickly before she stumbles backwards. Her eyes are wide and startled.

She clears her throat as I lower my arms down and shove them into my pockets.

"Jeez, Damien, you scared me."

I chuckle and rub the back of my neck.

"Looks like I saved you from falling, actually."

"Oh really?"

"A simple thank you would be reward enough," I tease. She giggles and plays with a strand of hair.

"You couldn't handle a reward."

I tap my chin, and grin, taking a step towards her. She inhales a sharp breath and places her hands on my chest.

"D-Damien what are you doing?"

"Just tell me to stop if you want me to, Mila."

I lean forward and press my lips against hers, flicking my tongue against her mouth, and smirking once she opens. She tastes good. She presses her body against mine and wraps her arms around my neck, tugging me closer to her.

I glance sideways at the open door to the family restroom, and pull her into the room, before locking the door behind us. She breathlessly looks around, and gasps.

"Damien, what are we doing in here?"

With her back pressed against the wall, I drag my hands down to her hips and squeeze gently before placing a kiss on her neck.

"Oh, Damien," She moans just as I lower myself between her thighs. Pressed up against the wall, she parts her legs wider for me in anticipation of her pussy on my tongue.

I graze my thumb along her hardened nipple, cock jumping just from the feel of her soft flesh, and hold a steady, seductive gaze with her.

"Let's play a game, Mila."

She sighs, waiting for the inevitable pleasure.

"How many times can I make you cum in five minutes, before they get back to the table?"

My hand travels down her body, forming goosebumps on her skin as I near her navel, then her hips and finally her wet center. I don't brush my fingers against her pussy yet.

"Hm... maybe once?"

I place a kiss on her thigh.

"Twice?"

Another kiss on her other thigh.

"Three times?"

With one last deep breath, I kiss her pussy lips.

"Oh fuck," she lets out a guttural moan and her fingers shoot to my head, weaving into my hair and holding me to her sweet spot.

I place a hand on her thigh, firmly pushing her leg wider to spread her moist lips for me. Her glistening pussy makes my cock harden even more and I don't waste anymore time. With a deep growl, I place my mouth over her cunt and drag my tongue up her delicious spot.

Her wetness coats my tongue as I travel up to her clit, where I swirl my tongue around, grinding up against the sensitive hardened bud. She cries out, tits shaking, nipples so fucking hard, I bet I could cum from the sight of her.

"Oh, fuck Damien, so goooood," she whines and moans, flicking her hips forward so I'll lick up every drop of arousal pooling in her sweet box.

I slide my tongue down and dip the tip inside of her pussy, making sure to grind my nose against her clit. She hyperventilates, her body twisting as her orgasm builds.

Here comes number one...

I suppress my grin.

"I-I'm gonna cum," she squeals. I'm sure the whole restaurant can hear her, but I'm not the kind of man to care. Her sounds of pleasure urge me not to stop. Just as I feel her pussy twitching faster in my mouth, I circle my finger towards the entrance of her cunt and push it into her warm hole.

Her pussy's soft, and warm. Milking my finger furiously like it's a cock, taking it deeper inside of her depth, where I want my cock to be.

She explodes on my tongue and finger, shaking uncontrollably, pulling my hair as her limbs come to life and rock, and twitch until her orgasm has passed. Just when she thinks she's done, I start on her again.

She yelps and looks down at me concerned.

"Damien are you.... Sure?"

"Oh, I'm certain you'll cum for me again, Mila. Don't hold back baby."

I add another finger, stretching her walls as I begin a gentle flick of my tongue against her. She shakes, because she's sensitive right now.

"Oh god, Damien. I- I can't."

"Yes you can!" I growl and wrap my arm under her thigh and hold her to my face.

She whines and howls, humping my face, sliding her wet folds against my mouth and nose, until she's found her perfect rhythm. Her scent, her taste, it's all so fucking intoxicating. I'd love to wrap my wet fingers around my cock when she's done cumming, just to feel her wetness on me.

"Your tongue feels so good. I'm so close again, shit!"

"Mmmm," my groans vibrate against her pussy, and she cums again, relentlessly on me.

"That's two baby," I say once I'm done sucking on her pussy. "One more. Let's see if we can beat them back to the table."

"Fuck that was so intense," She replies breathlessly. Her limbs are shaking, she's losing energy, but I know I can make her cum one more time. I'm fucking counting on it. There's no ignoring my hard cock right now. She sets her eyes on it, and reaches towards my pants, and I swat her hands away.

"No. Remember when I said this was about your pleasure? You're going to cum again, Mila."

I place a kiss on her pussy again and grin up at her.

"And this last one is going to be so intense, I think everyone in this restaurant will know my name when I'm done."

"You're awfully cocky."

"I'll show you why."

When I lean forward, I don't place my tongue on her yet. No. I rest my thumb on her slick clitoris and rub gently, just enough to begin a spark in her pussy, but not enough to send her into a frenzy. This one needs to build.

She moans and squeezes her breasts before tugging on her nipples. I can't help but rise slightly to suck a nipple into my mouth and tease her while nibbling on it.

She tosses her head back and massages my head with her hand.

"Oh yes, please don't stop."

Wouldn't fucking dream of it.

When I remove my thumb and let her tit out of my mouth with a 'pop.' I lower myself to her pussy and my hot breath covers her folds teasingly.

"Oh, fuck yes, I just want your tongue on me."

Your wish is my fucking command.

I place my tongue on her pulsating pussy and flick the tip of my tongue so fast against her wet clit, she vibrates. Limbs shake wildly, her fingers tug at my hair to the point I'm pressed hard against her, and she bounces her hips up and down to help fuck me.

I wrap my arms around her waist and squeeze her ass, dragging my nails along the flesh of her ass. She's so fucking sexy all I want to do is bury myself inside of her, and fuck her pussy raw, but this isn't about me right now. It's about showing her exactly what I'm about. And if I introduced her to the Gentleman's club, she'd explore things she never has.

This is only a little taste.

I know she's getting closer by the way her eyes are shut tight, and she nibbles on her bottom lip.

I smack her thigh and pull away and her eyes shoot open as she furrows her brows.

I lay on my back.

"Fuck my face, now."

"What?"

"Ride my face, Mila. You'll come harder than you ever have."

She doesn't hesitate. She climbs up my body, hovering her thick ass and dripping pussy above my face. I open my mouth and leave my tongue to be used my her. She sets her pussy on my tongue and begins grinding herself against me.

She moans and tosses her head back and I reach up to grab a soft bouncing tit in my hand and grip her ass with the other as she bounces atop me.

The more she clenches on my tongue, and the faster she rocks her hips back and forth, I edge my finger towards her tight asshole.

She's gonna cum hard on me. I'll fucking make sure of that.

"Ay, Ay, oh fuck. Damien, I can't stop myself. I'm gonna cum!"

I smack her ass hard and move my fingers back to her asshole where I circle my middle finger around her rim.

"You feel so good!"

"Oh shit! I'm cumming."

I slip my finger into her tight ass, as she cums on my tongue for the third time, soaking my mouth. She howls out my name as loud as her voice will let her.

"Damien!"

She's shaking so hard atop me. I have half a mind to slide her back down my body and slip my cock into her.

When she's done shaking and has blinked a few times and climbed off me, I lean on my elbow on the floor with a smirk on my lips as her dress falls back down.

She bites her lip, and a smile spreads on her face.

"That was a fun game wasn't it?"

"Three times... That's the most I've ever came in an hour."

"Five minutes." I wink.

She rolls her eyes and smacks my arm playfully after I stand up.

"Next time, I'll have you cum around my cock, Mila."

"Oh, so you think there'll be a next time?" She crosses her arms over her chest and tilts her head sideways. After that, there's no fucking doubt in my mind. She wants me just as much as I want her.

I chuckle.

"Oh baby, I know there will be."