Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“You said it was a deal.”
She swallows and smiles again. “Oh yes. It’s a deal. Absolutely. Come on to the dressing room with me. Watch me get changed.”
“Not a chance. If I see you naked right now, the last vestige of my control will snap like one of those garters. There will be no stopping me.”
“Why stop?”
Because I’m not going to fuck you like you don’t matter.
“Don’t argue.”
“Mmm. Alright,” she says, with a sigh. “But stay close. In case I need help. With a zipper. Or whatever.”
“Fine,” I reply, handing over the lingerie and feeling my dick battling against my belt, trying to get at her. “I’ll be right here.”
Off she goes, disappearing behind the black velvet curtain of the dressing area. I take a seat in front of the fire, and a waiter brings me a fresh bourbon, same kind I had from earlier. But before I get comfortable, I hear her voice.
“Daniel?”
She draws the changing room curtain around her, like some sinful Greek goddess, and peeks out the side.
“I need you.” The words are like gasoline on a fire. “You’re going to have to fasten the straps. I’ve never worn anything like this before. I can barely get the front ones working, I can’t do the others. I’m shaking so hard.”
But I don’t give in so easy. The changing room is tiny. I’m a big guy. I know how this movie would go. Her and me in a three-square foot room? I’d be inside her before she even said yes.
“Figure it out, Princess.”
“Don’t be a dick,” she snaps back with a giggle.
I lift my eyebrow. “I’ll show you a dick.”
“Oh yeah? So put your money where your mouth is,” she challenges, looking right at the growing bulge in my pants.
In the blink of an eye, I’m in the dressing room. She snaps the thick velvet curtain shut, making the noise of the other couples fall quiet. Her sweet, flowers and honey scent hits me and I’m about to lose my load right here in my fucking pants.
She’s got the dress on, hiked up over her hips, and below her waist is everything I picked out for her: the crotchless panties, with the garter and stockings, but with only two of the six straps fastened. They dangle against her creamy flesh, looking unsure but ready, just like my princess.
“Fuck,” I grit out. Her pussy lips are so fucking full and tempting. Smooth, pure, perfect.
My cock chokes out a load of precum, desperate for some relief.
Reaching out on instinct, my hand grips her ass. She turns slightly, looking back at me over her shoulder.
“I can’t reach those in the back. So, you have to do them.”
“Let’s get something straight, little girl. I don’t have to do anything.”
The crotchless panties give me perfect fucking access from behind. The tight lips of her cunt forming two mouth-watering pillows on either side of her slick pink slit.
“Noted.” She crinkles her nose on a smart-ass pop of her lips.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous.”
“You own it,” she purrs, swaying her ass up on her tiptoes. “So take it.”
“I already told you once. I’m not fucking you in this dressing room, so quit being a fucking tease.” I lower my voice, give her a stern stare, watching her eyes go wide and innocent.
I find out I like that, the hint of fear in her eyes. Way more than I want to admit.
“Okay,” she agrees, breathless, a little scared. Shocked. She turns away now, looking shy, even a little embarrassed.
Which is the last thing I want.
I grip her left hip from behind, my fingertips digging into her soft flesh in a possessive hold.
“I’m not going to fuck you here. But I’m going to touch you. I’m going to feel you, because I know you’re fucking sloppy already.”
“Is that so?”
Without breaking her stare, I slip two fingers into her slick, hot folds. Lace gives way to her lips, which gives way to her warm, wet cunt. She sighs as I explore, letting her back drop, her shoulders relax, her hair fall like a honey-colored curtain down her cheek.
“Oh, Daniel.”
Fuck. I hate that she doesn’t know my real name but I don’t want to ruin this moment with the interruption, so logistics will have to wait.
I press my finger to her opening, getting to know her better. Her elastic-tight opening bands around my single finger, making my balls draw up, my erection straining, painfully swollen and ready to rip into that thin proof of what I spent half a million dollars to destroy.
She feels so pure, so untouched. So young and innocent.
At the tip of my finger, I give her resistance a flick and she hisses, her hands flying to hold on to my shoulders, and I swear I fall fucking in love.
“Jesus Christ, Princess.”
“That feels so…”
Even as I’m touching her, even as my cock hardens and my heartbeat pounds, even as I’m inside her pussy, my conflict grows.