Rhys Donovan #2
She blushes, and fuck, it makes me want to tell the old lady to get lost so I can deepen the shade of crimson on Erin’s cheeks when I thrust back inside her and make her come on my cock.
Adjusting my belt, I turn around and attempt to hide my erection.
“I assure you, I’m not,” I smile.
The older woman glares at both of us before mumbling something about Erin getting back to work and stalking off the way she came. When she’s gone, my girl exhales a breath I hadn’t known she was holding, then starts to walk away.
“How about dinner tonight?” I ask as I follow her back out onto the floor of the bookstore.
“Can’t,” she mumbles, grabbing her stack of books from earlier and hurrying off toward an aisle. I follow her like a lost puppy. “I have to work late, or were you not as present in the moment as I was back there?”
Fuck, I was present all right. The problem is, I can only think with one head at a time.
And in that moment, all I could think of was making her come against my tongue before I slammed into her and brought us both a little closer to heaven.
Or hell. Depending on how fucked up she likes it.
Good thing the lady from the front of the shop didn’t walk in a few minutes later.
If I’d had the time to go any further, I wouldn’t have been able to stop, and she would have been forced to watch as I defiled her employee in the most delicious of ways.
“Tomorrow then?” I ask.
She glances at me over her shoulder as she puts a book on a shelf, doesn’t answer, and then walks off toward another aisle.
“Next week, perhaps?”
“We’ll see.”
“I get a vague suspicion you’re trying to get rid of me,” I laugh as we come to a stop at one of the back aisles and she studies the shelf for a moment before she puts her last book away.
“Maybe you weren’t as present back there, either,” I joke, throwing her line back at her, “because I remember you wanting more. If I had that wrong,” I shrug, “maybe you should learn to say ‘no’ instead of moaning ‘yes,’ Delilah.”
She turns quickly and squares off against me in such a cute way; I can’t help but smirk down at all five-foot-two of her.
“That was a mistake.”
“Mistakes don’t customarily feel that good, Delil...”
“Erin.”
I take a step forward and corner her up against the bookshelf. Her chest rises and falls quickly as she glances from side to side to see if someone is watching.
“We both know you like it when I call you Delilah, otherwise your cunt wouldn’t have gripped my fingers and begged for my cock so badly.”
She sucks in a sharp breath as she glances back my way.
“In fact,” I smirk, my fingertips playing with the hem of her skirt. “I bet you’re still dripping, your pussy’s running with desire, coating these thick, delicious thighs, desperately pleading for me to play with her again.”
My hand trails up her inner thigh in question, and she spreads her legs wider, and then holds her breath.
“I bet you’re so close to release, all I have to do is barely touch you and you’ll get off, Delilah.”
Before she can respond, I spin her around, and she braces against the bookshelf.
“Yes?” I ask, toying with the hem of her skirt.
Her breathing increases, but eventually she whispers, “Yes.”
Smiling, I trail my fingers up her skirt, pull the lace of her panties aside, and gently rub her clit. She lets out a whimper, and I shush her with my free hand as it rises and covers her mouth.
“Fuck, you’re close,” I groan.
She bites down on my finger, and God, it makes me wish we were anywhere but here so I could hear her scream when I claim her.
“Atta’ girl,” I growl as she rocks against my palm and her center tightens.
“Come for me, Delilah.”
She sucks in a sharp breath, and her world explodes.
“Good fucking girl. Just. Like. That.”
She rides out her high with muffled screams as the patrons of the bookstore shuffle back and forth, talking, looking for books on the next aisle over.
Just when she thinks her orgasm is over, I pull my cock from my shorts, lift her leg, and thrust deep inside her.
She screams into my palm, then starts to come again as the sounds of the people on the other aisle come closer.
“Fuck,” I growl, as my cock fills her and I begin to take, claim, exploit her in ways she’s always dreamed of.
“It turns you on that they might hear.”
She purrs as I fuck her slowly and another orgasm builds on the heels of her last.
“But if you give us away,” I tsk in her ear as I thrust rhythmically in and out of her pussy, “I’ll let them hear, and then all the fun will be over. You don’t want that, do you, Delilah?”
She shakes her head no.
“God, girl. Now, hold onto the shelf. My cock’s been desperate to be buried inside you, and I’m not holding back any longer.”
She does as I say, and I take her harshly, driving repeatedly forward with such force that the bookshelf rocks a little with each thrusting claim.
She cries into my palm as the sounds of the people on the other aisle come to a halt right on the opposite side of the shelf.
Her pussy tightens.
God, she fucking loves this.
Reaching around her, I play with her clit as I focus on swirling the crown of my dick in and out of her opening. It sucks me perfectly, making us both moan in pleasure. A gasp falls from someone’s lips on the other side of the shelf, causing my little Delilah to cum violently.
“Fuck,” I groan into the side of her neck as the crown of my cock is gripped and she gushes down my dick.
She groans into my hand as her body falls slack in my arms.
The people on the next aisle over grow still.
My fingers leave her cherry, and I grip her neck.
She quiets, and I rock slowly in and out of her center, milking her orgasm of every last drop as the shoppers decide to move further down the opposite shelf.
When they’re gone, I raise her leg, then thrust deeper, harder, faster, as she bites my hand and my orgasm quickly approaches.
“Your pussy fits me like a fucking glove,” I groan, wondering where the fuck I’m going to cum.
As tempting as it is, I can’t come inside her.
Maybe her ass.
Her tits.
But the vixen saves me the thought and decides for me.
Pulling away, she turns, drops to her knees, and opens her mouth.
“Good fucking girl,” I groan, thrusting down the back of her throat and quickly unloading. She swallows up every last drop, and I swear to God I black out momentarily before I see stars and the sounds and sights of the bookstore come back into view.
She rises to her feet and meets my stare with a flushed face and dazed eyes as I quickly tuck myself away.
Breathless, I ask, “Dinner?”
She only smirks.
“If not tonight, maybe next week? Fuck, the week after. I don’t care. I just need to see you again.”
Without as much as a second thought, she smirks, “Maybe,” then pushes past and goes back to her work.
“Maybe,” I echo. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with ‘maybe?’”
“I guess you’ll figure something out,” she singsongs as she starts to make her way to the front of the store. “After all, you know where to find me.”
She turns and gives me a wink that’s only half comforting before she disappears from view.
Leaning back against the bookshelf, I give myself a moment to catch my breath. My head falls back against the shelf as I think of her sassy response.
Maybe.
Fuck my life.
That will not be the last time I experience heaven.
Because that’s what she is.
Her body. Her sass. Her tight pussy I now know I’ll never get enough of.
Heaven. Pure fucking heaven on earth.
Shaking my head, I make my way to the front of the store and catch her eye as she stands behind the counter and checks someone out.
She licks her lips and smiles, tasting herself there.
Bringing my hand to my nose, I breathe her in, give her a grin, push through the doors, and start to walk across the parking lot.
When I get to my car, it’s only then that I realize I never bought the damn book for my sister. But there is no way in hell I’m going back in there now. Morning sickness and What to Expect When You’re Expecting be damned.