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Ginger backed away, and Milton charged toward Amie like a bull. Luckily there was no china in his way. At this moment he had no shame, his erection throbbing against his jeans, his mind full of lust and jealousy.
She went to speak but he didn’t give her the opportunity. Smashing his mouth down on hers, he scooped her into his arms. She let him take control, let him ravage her like she knew he needed to release some of his jealousy.
“A little too brazen for you?” she whispered.
“A little too smokin’ hot for me. We need to get out of here, right now.”
“I thought I was the one calling the shots? You’re not allowed to make any decisions, remember?” She grabbed his hand and led him five feet to a door marked private. “Come with me.”
She herded him inside the dark room. The scent of industrial cleaner and pine flooded his nostrils. The bit of light from the hallway illuminated the tiny storage closet–brooms and mops and boxes filled the space. When she closed the door behind her the room plunged into complete darkness.
Her hand gripped his shoulder and pushed. He followed her direction and dropped to his knees. She directed him between her legs with her hand braced against the back of his neck. She had one foot hooked onto a shelf beside them, opening herself up for him. This close he could smell her, aroused, and sweet, just like he remembered.
“This. The thought of your head between my legs is what kept me on that stage.” She moaned as he licked up her core, the taste and smell of leather surrounding him.
Milton licked up her thigh from the edge of her boot and stopped just before her pussy. He did the same with
the other leg. Goose pimples formed on her skin under his tongue.
Her breath left in heavy pants as she tried to speak. “Did you like all those men watching me?”
“I’m a jackass.” He traced her folds with the tip of his finger, the leather slippery from his tongue. “I don’t ever want to see another man gawking at you like that again.”
“It didn’t turn you on?”
Milton slithered up her body and grabbed her wrist, directing her hand to the bulge in his pants. “What do you think?”
Amie grabbed at him. They both rubbed each other in the darkness.
“It was you that turned me on. I was torn between wanting to run up on that stage and spread your legs or cover you with a blanket.”
“There’s no one watching now. It’s time for you to put your mouth to work and when you’re done, you can do whatever you want with me.”
“Anything?”
She didn’t answer. Instead she pushed him back down to his knees and slammed his face into her pussy.
His hands made their way around her body and found the zipper of her shorts. She removed her foot from the shelf, trapping his face between her legs. There was nothing slow about his actions. The zipper opened, the shorts fell around her ankles. He fumbled with the leather, trying to slip one of her feet through the opening.
There was nothing between her and the thin layer of leather, her pussy glistened from her arousal.
“It’s not going to take long. I’m already–”
Milton cut off her words with a quick lick along her folds. Another quick lick, then another before he dove right in. She cried out, pushing his face farther into her center. He lifted one leg over his shoulder for better access and continued to devour her. His cock slammed against his jeans, hard pulsing jets of pleasure rocking inside his pants.
“Campbell,” she called out. Amie curled her fingers through his hair and gripped his shoulder tight. She thrust her pussy toward him, with each thrust she howled, then she shuddered.
“My…oh my.” Amie shook her head to and fro as she released her tight grip on his body. Milton pulled away and brought her legs together, resting his forehead against her mound. “Stripping is great foreplay.” She chuckled.
“I think you’re right.” His warm breath encased his chin as he whispered against her. He fluttered his fingers up and down her bare leg, noticing her shiver with his light touch. When his fingers reached the leather at her feet he thread her foot through the leg hole and pulled them up, fastening them in place.
“What are you doing?”
“You said I could have anything I want.” He kissed his way up her body, the leather soft against his lips.
“No, I said you could do anything you want.” She moaned when he kissed along her neck.
“Have. Do. Tomato Toma-to.” He captured her lips then pulled back and bit her bottom lip between his teeth. Amie whimpered and slumped against the door.
