THE FAMILY BATHROOM

Never dwell on the past, love. Allow yourself to move on.

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WARNING: Sexual Content

CHAPTER XXXIX

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“AND THAT'LL BE fifty-five dollars when you're ready, sweetheart.”

I smiled and reached into my pocket to grab the money when Daniel's outstretched hand caught my attention. I looked up just in time to catch him handing the lady behind the till his card.

She smiled and took it, completely disregarding my shocked face.

“I could afford that.”

“Cool, so can I,” he said sarcastically, reaching out to type in the pin. I was trapped between the both of his arms, directly in front of the machine as he typed in the code. I quickly turned away, not wanting to make it seem like I was looking.

“Thank you, sir,” she said, giving him a bright smile as she handed him back his debit card.

I felt his hand on the small of my back and, without a word spoken to the sales assistant, he led me out of the parlour and towards his car.

He opened the door for me, and I got inside, letting him slam it shut behind me before he ran around to the other side and got in as well.

We were a good way into the drive to the mall before any one of us spoke a word.

“Where's the nearest centre with a family bathroom?”

I turned to Daniel, my brows drawn together in confusion. “I'm pretty sure the mall has one on the second floor. It seems like it's the best one since that's where we're going.”

“Cool.”

And that was that.

The rest of the car ride to the mall was quiet. If it was tense or awkward, I didn't notice as I stared intensely out of the window, lost in my own thoughts.

We pulled up to the parking lot for the mall a couple minutes later. I barely waited for Daniel to cut the engine off before I had jumped out of the car and waited at the side for him to come out.

He joined me after a few seconds, nudging me with his shoulder to walk in and that I did with him following behind me.

“Where do you want to go?”

I chuckled darkly, shaking my head from side to side. “You clearly don't know me.” He turned to me with an eyebrow raised in surprise as I smirked at him. “It's not 'where do I want to go' it's 'which place do you want to go first?'”

He bit his lip, his eyes lighting up with mischief as he placed his hand on my waist and led me toward the escalator. “Then we better go to the family bathroom first.”

“What do you mean by 'we', Daniel?” I asked turning back to look down at him as he smirked at me. He was a level lower than I was and he took that to his full advantage by grabbing a handful of my ass.

I squeaked, flying up the remaining steps of the escalator to get away from him, but as soon as my feet touched the flat, level ground of the second floor, it didn't take five seconds before I was pulled firmly back into his chest.

I let out a small giggle, feeling like he was tickling me as his fingers dug into my sides. He led us towards the family bathroom, not even bothering to hide the fact that we were both going in as he closed and locked the door behind him.

I turned around immediately, placing my hand on his cheek as I reached onto my tip toes and placed my lips on his. He backed me up into the counter, lifting my leg around his waist and grinding himself into me.

I pulled away from him suddenly, reaching for the role of tissue and some soap. I began to clean the counter down, feeling his confused stare on the back of my head and ignoring it.

He pressed himself into my back, letting me feel just how hard he already was. I guess he had been hiding it for a while.

“What are you doing?” he asked, grabbing my ponytail and pulling it back towards him as my pussy throbbed. I pressed my bum into him, making him groan out lowly. He gripped my waist tightly in his hand and brought the other one around the front to touch me, but I wiggled out of his hold.

“Wash your hands first.” He looked at me with confusion as I rolled my eyes and washed my hands thoroughly with soap and water in front of him. “Do you know the amount of bacteria that's on your hand? And you want to put that in my vagina? Wash your hands, Daniel.”

He rolled his eyes and walked towards the sink to wash his hands. I chuckled and pulled my arms out of my dress, letting it reveal my body from the waist up and hang from there.

“You don't have to worry about not looking sexy. Nothing turns me on more than good hygiene,” I laughed, leaning against the counter as I waited for him to finish.

“Well guess what's killing my boner now,” he muttered under his breath.

“It can't possibly be my boobs.”

He looked to me slowly, his eyes darkening once they landed on my exposed tits with my brown nipples standing erect in the cold air.

“Fuck.”

Within an instant, he was right in front of me. He wrapped one arm around my waist and hoisted me up onto the counter. His lips met mine roughly, prying them open and slipping his tongue into my mouth as I let out a moan and kissed him back. His hand cupped my cheek, guiding me for a second before trailing down my jaw, neck, collarbone, until he met my breast.

He cupped it for a second, letting the palm of his hand brush against my nipple as I shuddered at the action. He then squeezed roughly and tugged on the hard bud, making me let out a both pained and pleasured moan. His other hand did the same with my other breast and I found myself soaking wet before I even knew it.

His mouth left mine and trailed down my body as I reached for his belt. In that moment, the only thing I needed was him. He helped me unbuckle and unzip his pants and without wasting anytime, I reached into his boxers and started stroking his erection.

He let out a throaty moan against my collarbone, my pussy gushing with my own lubrication in response. He dropped his hand to my thigh, squeezing it before reaching in between my legs.

“What the fuck kind of dress is this?” he asked frustratedly after failing to hitch it up.

“It's not a dress. Just move it to the side.” I shifted the shorts and my underwear to the side, revealing my soaking wet pussy to him without an ounce of shame. Daniel stared at it, mesmerised as it glistened with my own juices. “Daniel.”

Hearing my cry for mercy, he grabbed a hold of my thigh and roughly tugged me closer to him. He took his hard cock out and wasted no time in pushing himself into me, making the both of us let out long, deep, low moans in response.

There was a second where nobody moved before I suddenly clenched around him and he let out a deep, gutteral sound. He held my waist and drew himself out of me slowly before slamming back into me with a vengeance. He continued his actions, making my body jolt upward everytime he pushed back into me.

I mewled, leaning my back against the wall and having no shame in letting him do all the work. Honestly speaking, he was treating me like a sex doll and I had no issue with that.

At that thought, he looked up and met my eye, making my breath hitch at the serious look in his own. “I'm not going to survive these two weeks without you.”

“Good.”

He didn't like that response. His thrusts became slower and much more agonising as he started rubbing against that spot that had my toes curling and my back arching in seconds. “Daniel,” I moaned lowly as I threw my head back.

I raised my legs up, pushing my hips as close to his as possible which left me almost lying on the counter with my legs up. He grabbed my thighs, helping me hold them up as he pushed deeper into me and I basically started seeing stars.

“Yes... Right there, Daniel, right fucking there. Don't fucking move.”

He chuckled although it sounded a bit like a growl as he heeded my instructions, pumping in the same way that drove me crazy. I brought my hand down between my legs, shamelessly working over my clit as I began to lose my senses to my soon approaching orgasm.

“Shit, shit.” I arched my back, pressing my exposed chest into the air as I let Daniel take over from me. He swatted my hand away, replacing it with his thumb as he rubbed me less frantically than I did.

Unfortunately, my body loved his method more and seconds later, I was climaxing on the bathroom counter. My legs locked around Daniel's waist, not letting him move at all as my hips bucked up and down. His finger still worked frantically over my clit, making me grit my teeth together and screw my eyes shut as I struggled to breathe normal. My pussy spasmed all around his dick, but he didn't cum although I knew he probably wanted to.

Even after the high had worn off, I was still on cloud nine with a soothing hum in my mind, putting me at ease. Daniel pulled out of me slowly, but let me know that he wasn't done as he grabbed my arm and gently flipped me over so my stomach was on the counter and my bum was in the air.

I braced myself for his entry, but still ended up letting out a loud, surprised moan when he did. He grabbed my ass, rubbing it a bit as he thrusted in and out of me slowly.

“Your butt jiggles,” he tried to say but his voice came out strained, making me smirk. The power my pussy had on him.

“So does your dick.”

He punished me for that by slapping my ass. I cried out at the sting of it, but only ended up pushing myself more into him as if he could've gotten any deeper. I knew he probably would've bruised my cervix if he did. I couldn't help but feel like he was already grazing it.

It was either that or I was just still sore from the last fucking.

He grabbed my waist, pressing me into the counter to help me arch, but also pulling me back so I could meet his thrusts. The were harsh and a loud slapping sound filled the air when we met.

“You're so good,” he muttered, taking my ponytail and pulling it back harshly, making me follow it and press my back into him. “You're taking it so well.” I clenched at the sound of his voice, loving the way he rained praises down on me. “You're such a good girl.”

“Fuck, Daniel.” I moaned, feeling my second orgasm approach as he grabbed my breast again and squeezed roughly.

“Cum for me.”

That was all I needed. The go ahead to feel pleasure. Because in some weird way, he got off to me getting off. But feeling how hard my pussy clamped around his dick made it easier to understand why.

I let out a long moan, not caring if anyone heard me outside as I rode out the waves of my second orgasm. I felt him let go into me, his hands grabbing my waist firmly as he coated my walls with his warm cum. I almost shivered at the feeling.

Finally, we both pulled away from each other, giving me room to finally breathe.

“Stay there. Don't move.” I listened to his words, leaning over the counter with my legs apart while he walked around the bathroom for something.

Soon, I heard his footsteps approach me again and felt his fingers trace up my thigh like feathers. I closed my eyes, resting my head on my arms as I felt the urge to sigh in content.

That's what sex does.

Taking me completely by surprise, something wet and cold pressed into me, making me jump five feet into the air.

“Calm down,” Daniel chuckled behind me, waiting for me to calm myself before he continued cleaning me up with the wet tissue. “You're always jumping.”

“That's because you're always sneaking up on me.”

“Did I sneak up on you now?” he got up and threw the tissue away in the toilet before pulling me into him and fixing my dress from the front. Both his arms were around my waist, his hand reaching into my dress to fix it with his head on my shoulder.

I looked into the mirror and smiled gently at the image, raising my hand up to fix my ponytail. Unfortunately, a blowout didn't mean sleek hair so my hair puffed out at the slightest opportunity it had to.

“Come on. Let's go,” he said, slapping my ass before walking towards the bathroom door.

“I can barely walk,” I complained, wobbling over to him as he waited for me by it.

He turned around and smirked. “That seems unfortunate.” He caught me just as I tripped over my own feet and was about to fall onto the ground. “Come on.”

He wrapped his arm around my waist, helping me keep up straight as he opened the bathroom door and walked out with me practically hanging off him.

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The next chapter has more drama even though I'm pretty sure it ends on a cliffhanger. Whateva. See ya.