Chapter 30 #2
He put one foot up on the bench for support, undid his pants and freed his cock. His hand stroked up and down the length of him; his eyes blazed with heat.
“Such a good girl,” he panted while slowly pumping his cock. “Now don’t move,” he growled low before yanking the thong to the side and lining himself up to my entrance.
He held my gaze, and with one swift move, he slammed deep inside me. His eyes closed in ecstasy.
“Ah,” I hissed at the burn, trying to accommodate his size.
My sensitive body stretched around him. Immediately, he pushed my upper body down and curved over my back. He didn’t pull out far before thrusting deep once more. He had me pushed up against the glass with my feet leaving the ground with each brutal push of his hips.
With his breath against my ear, he whispered, “I’ll never get enough of how fucking amazing your cunt feels wrapped around me. I’m going to fuck you in every pair of knickers I purchased for you today.”
“Every.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “One.” Thrust. “Of.” Thrust. “Them.”
My eyes rolled back in my head, and I leaned my head against his shoulder. “I’d like that, Sir,” I whimpered loudly, and he put his hand over my mouth.
“I’ll fill you up each time and watch as you soak through each pair…”
I shuddered, and his name came out in a muffled cry. “I love it when you call my name, Tori. But we need to be quiet this time. I don’t want to share your screams with anyone. Ever.”
He slowed his thrusts and just ground his hips into mine, rocking.
His fingers pressed into my clit and rubbed.
I squeezed his cock with all my might. My pussy was so slick with my arousal it was insane.
He pushed deeper and deeper. With each thrust, my pussy throbbed in the sweetest way. I arched back, wanting more of him.
“Sir, I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” I said, afraid I’d make too much noise and make him mad. “If you could just stop touching my clit like that. Ooh, please,” I begged as he doubled down on it.
The click of heels came down the hall toward the changing room. “You guys need any help?” Geraldine asked sweetly.
Andrew released my mouth and nodded. “No, thank you. We’re g-g-good.” I whimpered. The sound of her heels retreating brought a sob from me.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmured before thrusting hard inside me. “I wish you could see how good your pussy is taking my cock from behind, angel.”
His ability to transform from refined and mild-mannered to a dirty mouthed animal made me dizzy. I moaned as the heat in my core grew. Threading his fingers through my hair, he pulled back, nipping my neck. All it did was make me clench down harder.
“Sir, I’m going to come.”
“So wet for me, so tight and so fucking perfect. You feel so good,” he moaned, his lips pressed against my neck. “My perfect, dirty, little angel. Letting me fuck you in public.”
“Please don’t make me come here. I’ll be too loud and it’s embarrassing,” I begged. I pushed his hands away, covering my clit with my own.
“Hands on the fucking mirror now,” he barked in my ear, feral. I sighed and did as he requested. His fingers flicked over my clit. “A good girl gets to come every time. And you, angel, are the best girl in the world. The sweetest girl, the tightest girl, my girl. Now stop worrying and come for me.”
He shoved two fingers deep into my mouth. “Suck like it’s my cock.”
My body immediately let go…and hard. I cried out, thankful it was muffled as I sucked on his fingers, imagining his cock instead. His thrusts increased, and soon he was letting go as well. He threw his head back and hissed loudly as his cum shot out and my pussy milked him dry.
Minutes passed as we both caught our breath. He went to remove his fingers, and I shook my head. “Do you need a minute more?”
I nodded and closed my eyes. The sucking motion soothed me in the strangest way. He pulled out of me, and I sighed, feeling empty. He dusted my neck with kisses, and I let go of his fingers.
He repositioned the thong and said, “No leaking.”
My eyes grew wide as I tried to clench my thighs together. He had to be joking. There was no way I was going to keep his cum from dripping out unless I was standing on my head. I wasn’t an aerialist either. He grinned at the look on my face.
He tucked his cock back inside his pants and handed me the dress I’d ripped off earlier. I stood in the black bra, thong, and thigh highs, frozen with my thighs so tightly pressed together it hurt. A small amount of him trickled out anyway, and I groaned.
Without thinking, I snaked my hand down and gathered his cum from my thighs. I brought my fingers to my lips and cleaned them. Throwing back his head, he chuckled loudly, and I smiled brightly.
“There’s entirely too much of you and gravity is a real thing, you know,” I said.
He took the dress back and helped me put it on. “Then I better get you to the car as quickly as I can so you can continue to clean me off you.”
He grabbed me, making me squeak in surprise, and strode toward the exit. Opening the door, he called out to Geraldine, who thankfully wasn’t anywhere in sight. “I’ll send in Marcus for the bags. You’re amazing as always, Geraldine.”
I relaxed in his arms and laid my head against his chest. He dusted the top of my head with little kisses. “Tell me, how tightly are you squeezing your pussy to keep my cum from leaking out?”
I immediately clenched my thighs together, but it was useless. More of him trickled out and soaked through the fabric of the black lace thong he’d made me try on.
“As hard as I squeezed your cock a few minutes ago, Sir. I’m sorry to say it’s not working.”
He had to set me down to open the car door, and when he did, his cum ran down both my thighs. Once we were both inside and Marcus was putting the bags in the trunk. I pulled the dress up and gathered more of him on my fingers. He watched with fascination as I brought my fingers to my lips.
“Mmm, you taste good, Sir.”
“I’m glad you think so. Did you enjoy our shopping?”
My skin glistened in the sunlight. “Yes, Sir. I liked it, a lot.”