She argued that she didn't want to intrude, but Mal insisted Emma come with him to dinner with a few old friends that lived in the area.

'And what are you introducing me as?' she asked, stepping behind him in the mirror, roping her arms around his torso.

He was dressed in jeans with a pale blue shirt that he left open at the collar looking the very picture of mindlessly casual while Emma was completely naked and with her front pressed to his back. Mal gave her a warning look in the mirror before turning to face her. She wanted to entice him into forgetting the dinner with his friends and instead feast on her. But he saw right through her temptress act and walked around her where she prepared a yellow dress next to some underwear but Mal picked up only the first.

He walked to her while she watched in the mirror; the tips of her breasts red from his mouth, her neck sporting the reddish-violet mark of his lovebites. Even though she couldn't see it standing up, her pussy was a bit sore and swollen from taking his fat cock this morning.

She remembered waking up with him turning her on her belly and lifting her ass up. He ordered her legs open and slapped her ass hard when she hesitated. That truly woke her up and so did the moment when his tongue slurped on her slick entrance, nipping at her outer lips.

'Daddy woke up famished,' he growled between her ass cheeks.

She had sobbed in her pillow, overwhelmed by how good it was to feel him everywhere. When she was close to coming from his mouth and fingers, he had pulled away, making her mewl at the loss of him, but he soon rammed his hard cock to the hilt. She had lost her breath in that moment, the sheer size of him making it hard to think. But, as he moved, her body had adjusted, making room for his thickness, moaning Daddy every time he hit that deep place inside her.

Sweat made her hair stick to her face, but she couldn't find it in her to care. Emma was too busy making sounds that would have scandalized her just a few days earlier, begging for his cock like a hungry little nymph. He liked that, liked it very much. At one point, Mal gathered a handful of her hair and pulled it back hard, making her back arch with the movement. His mouth was already waiting, licking into her mouth roughly as he fucked her harder and harder.

Emma had almost choked on a cry when his other hand pressed on her trembling clit.

'Daddy loves to fuck a pussy full of his cum,' he said gruffly, pumping his length faster and faster, applying enough pressure on her clit to have her claw at the sheets and buckle into his hand.

Emma sighed from the memory of her climax rush and blinked back at her reflection, holding her arms up so Mal could slip the dress on. With a slight shimmy and a few gentle tugs on the breezy material, she was ready. Well...almost.

'I'm going to introduce you as my girl,' he said matter of fact, caressing the tanned skin of her exposed arms.

She shivered both from his words and touch. Fuck, Emma liked the thought of being Mal's girl, the center of his attention and receiver of previously unfathomable pleasures.

'Won't they think it's weird?' she managed to say breathily, leaning back into his strong frame. 'That I'm so much younger than you?'

Mal laughed, spreading his fingers over her belly where she felt butterflies every time he was near.

'Most of them are...open-minded people,' he replied with a knowing smile.

'Hmm...' she murmured and swayed when his hand slipped beneath the short hem of her dress. 'I was wondering why you didn't put the panties on first.'

The smug smile on his face lit her on fire.

'I used this sweet little pussy hard,' he mused gently, tracing his middle finger through her cleft. 'Now it's time we let it breathe for a few hours, don't you think?'

'Why am I still horny after so many orgasms?' she whined, feeling the feather touch of his finger on the swollen clit.

'It's primal, baby. The nearness of your mate triggers a physical response in your body,' Mal's voice was low smooth, tickling the shell of her ears when he spoke.

Emma's breath hitched.

'Mate?' she asked, confused and so very turned on. 'Is that what we are?'

'Yes,' he responded as if he had no doubt that it was true.

He pulled out his finger and brought it to his mouth and sucked it clean. She watched with hooded eyes and rosy cheeks, bewitched and completely, thoroughly seduced.

'Daddy was made for you and you, my sweet, high-maintenance baby...you were made for me.'

She wondered how that could possibly be. But with Mal, she could see that as a real possibility.

They drove to a restaurant near the bay where two middle aged couples greeted them when they arrived hand in hand. Emma caught the surprise on the first man she was introduced to – Luke – and the heated, interested gaze she got from the second – David. Their partners both looked welcomed and friendly in her direction, but she was glad for the possessive, protective arm Mal kept on her waist.

'Where have you been hiding her, Mal?' David asked not so subtly as a hostess showed them to their table.

'Treasures are worth keeping secret,' Mal answered simply, making Emma blush and look away.

Dave scoffed and turned to murmur something to his date – Fiona – for which he got a swat on the shoulder.

'How did you two meet?' Asked Fiona later when the waiter left with their drink orders.

'Um...' Emma worried at her lip and looked to Mal for guidance.

She felt his palm, large and calloused on her knee.

'We were double booked,' he explained nonchalantly as he trailed his right hand between her thighs.

She stopped breathing when he reached the apex of her thighs. Luke and his wife, Sonia gave her a puzzled look, no doubt wondering why she was blushing so hard for no reason.

'What, like now? Here?' David asked incredulously, giving Mal the are-you-kidding-me look.

'Yeah, Dave. Here. Now,' Mal responded impatiently, but at the same time stroking her wet folds without hurry.

Emma was glad when the drinks were brought to the table, thinking that he would have to cease the gentle attack on her senses. She was wrong, so very wrong. She almost choked on a sip of chilled rose when he urged her thighs apart.

Her head turned to Mal, watching him sip from the glass of whiskey neat he ordered while his other hand was ravishing her beneath the table. She felt too warm even in the evening breeze and used her hand to press it over her flushed cheek.

'Didn't mean any disrespect, man,' David continued with a smile. 'You just...seem solid.'

'We are,' Mal agreed, hooking his finger inside her, making her push slightly from the table.

'So quick,' commented David again and had Fiona glaring at him over her glass.

'I spent enough time looking for her and now that I found her, I'm not wasting a goddamned minute.'

Mal's voice was smooth and leveled, as if he wasn't fingering Emma's pussy for the last five minutes.

'What about you, Emma?' asked Luke. 'Do you need more time?'

Emma took a sip from her glass and placed her hand over the one moving on her pussy, trying to slow him down.

'I need him,' she confessed, looking at Mal, wishing she could climb on his lap right that second and slam herself on his cock.

A movement from the seat in front of her made her move her gaze from Luke to David. Her eyes widened and her stomach dropped when she saw him lifting the table cloth that fell on the floor. She knew he saw her pussy being serviced by Mal, legs spread and opened as wide as the chair would allow, but she had no space to feel embarrassed.

Emma caught David's gaze and she could see the unfocused, horny expression shining in his brown eyes. But there was no time to ponder how to let Mal know his friend saw her pussy because he decided to make her come. Right then and there.

His movements were no longer teasing; he was going for the kill. Her body was practically vibrating with need, wrung so tight she could snap the elbow rest she gripped with white knuckled force.

Mal said something to the bunch and they laughed, but she couldn't hear over her heartbeat. She felt the lick of panic sway in her belly in time with her orgasm, wondering how she could possibly come in a public space without making it obvious.

Like everything else, Mal had a plan. He bent to her, caressing her jaw with his other hand, angling her mouth and pressing his, swallowing her moan when she climaxed. She knew they kissed for an indecent amount of time, but she needed it. His tongue sweeping possessively over hers, his finger drawing out the last of her orgasm, the scent of sex and him mingled in her brain.

'So fucking beautiful,' he murmured in her ear. 'Daddy's so proud of you, baby.'

'David saw us,' she whispered back when the waiter came with their food.

'Are you uncomfortable with that?' he asked, looking in her direction with inky black eyes.

'N-no...as long as you touch me I don't care who sees or where we are,' she answered truthfully.

'Baby,' he whispered gently, a proud smile spreading over his face.

Mal placed a kiss on her nose.

'Wait, you wanted him to see?' she hissed, shocked by the thought.

'It was a message, baby. He can watch but he can't touch what's mine.'

Emma could hardly believe she was so okay with this. She didn't lie before, as long as he was touching her, he could do so in front of the pope for all that she cared.