She’s not on the stage, but I do recognize her crazy friend from the night before. She looks better than she did last night when she was blowing chunks on the bar floor, but she’s not who I’m interested in. Hell, now that I’ve seen and had a piece of Eva, I don’t know that I’m ever going to be interested in another girl, at least not until I fuck her out of my system.
Sliding into a booth by the door, I wave away the topless girl who comes over to meet me. No, I don’t want a dance, at least not from her, but I can’t seem to find the one person I’m looking for. When I glance down at my watch, I’m surprised to see that it’s almost midnight. Could I have missed her? Or maybe she didn’t work tonight.
I’m about to call someone over and ask them where my sweet little girl is, when I see her back out of the double doors of the kitchen, a huge tray balanced on her shoulder. She pauses for a moment to readjust and then turns, heading for the table next to me.
Like a damn chump, I feel my heart start to race. All I want to do is throw that tray she’s carrying onto the floor and then press her up against the wall. My cock shifts in my pants as I think about stripping her out of those ridiculously tiny shorts and fucking her again.
I want my cock slamming into her cervix and I want her walls to milk me dry before the night is over.
She waits on the table next to me, but keeps glancing around like she’s looking for something.
Or someone.
Her eyes drift across my table and I think that she sees me, but then she looks back down at the man she’s serving. He has his eyes squarely on her tits and I have a sudden urge to go knock him the fuck out. I’m the only one who gets to look at my Eva like that.
My Eva. Listen to me. It’s been so long that I’ve had my cock in any pussy that I’m starting to act like one. There’s nothing about her that should make me this crazy, but it’s happening.
When she picks up her tray again, I think that she’s going to head back to the kitchen, but she walks over to my table, leaning the tray against her thigh and pulling a pad of paper out from her back pocket. She flips to a new page and then looks at me.
It’s the first time that she’s actually really looked at me since I came in, and I watch with interest as her eyes widen. Her pupils dilate and she forms her mouth into an O. God, I can’t wait to see those plump little lips wrapped around my cock. My dick jumps in my pants at the thought of her on her knees, my hand wrapped in her hair while she sucks me and fondles my balls. Fuck, that’s going on the list of things that I want to do to my sweet little Eva.
But not tonight. Next time, maybe. Right now, I don’t think that I can wait much longer. Reaching out, I grab her wrist, making her gasp, but she doesn’t pull back.
Probably because she knows that I could lift and carry her away even if she tried to fight me. She’s a tiny thing, with great tits, but I don’t think that she’d be any match for someone who really wanted to take her. I showed her that last night, but I’m happy to give her a free reminder if she’s having difficulty remembering that I’m the own she belongs to.
My heart is racing now.
“You,” she breathes. When I press my thumb against the underside of her wrist, I feel her pulse dancing like crazy. She’s scared, but if the flush on her chest is any indication, she’s also turned on as hell. “What are you doing here? How did you find me?”
I tilt my head and smile up at her, enjoying the way she’s stopped pulling away from me and is staring at me. “It was easy, Eva. I wanted to see you again, so I made sure it could happen.”
“You want to see me again?” There’s something in the way that she’s looking at me that is different from last night. Last night it was just a fuck for both of us. We got in, out, and on with our lives.
Well, I meant to get on with my life, but there’s something about this girl that I can’t fucking shake. “I want to see your pussy clenching around my cock again,” I tell her.
She gasps and her eyes widen more as she tries to pull away from me, but I don’t let her go. I have her right here where I want her, and I have no intention of letting her get away, at least not until I know that I’m going to get what I want. “That bother you, honey? Because it sure as hell didn’t seem to last night. In face,” I told her, leaning closer, “I’d say that you were pretty damn happy with your situation last night, wouldn’t you? Or did you not enjoy it?”
“You’re fucked up.” She tries again to pull away, but she’s not trying hard, not really, and I have no interest in letting her go that easily.
“Not at all, Eva. I just happen to know what I want, and that bothers you, because you don’t, not really. Am I right?”
“I know what I want. Right now, I want you to let me go so I can keep working. Maybe you don’t have a real job, but I
