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“Tell me you want this… Tell me you want my hot rod where my finger is,” I demand, surprising myself at just how serious I am.
And how fucking hot all this is because she’s not fighting me at all.
She’s fucking loving it.
Giving a nod she wheezes her answer. Her body collapses against mine, looking like she’ll faint, come in my hand, or both if I don’t stop.
“I want it… Want you… Oooohhh, God!” she squeaks, suddenly stiffening as my fingertip feels just how tight she really is. Her quivering pussy flexes against me as I take one of her hands and guide it to the raging stiffness between my legs.
She grunts profanity and lifts her ass higher so I can finger fuck her properly, she takes as much of my swollen head in her hand through my pants and starts to squeeze me.
I moan with some relief, feeling a thick line of my precome saturating my front, knowing she can also feel it on her hand – soaking through my pants.
“Taste it,” I order her, feeling her shiver, and then pout once I remove my finger from her and force it into her mouth.
“Taste me and your dripping pussy…together because that’s how it’s gonna be from now on, Chloe. Isn’t it?”
She mews and greedily takes my finger in her mouth, her own trembling at the sides of her mouth as she starts to suck my finger and her own like I know she wants my cock.
Her head bobs up and down with my precome painting the side of her face. I feel my balls rising, a volcano of my own climactic heat traveling up my dick at the sight of her.
The sensation of us both in a tiny enclosed space like this is adding to the excitement.
Handling her a little rough, sure. But from the smile playing on her lips, I think Chloe likes it a little rough.
I thought I might just try and kiss her… I had no idea she was this fucking horny…
Then get her outta here and someplace where you can claim her properly.
I run a flat hand over the most beautiful ass I could imagine.
Dropping to my knees, I press her thighs and ass further apart, making her take a sharp breath in as I bury my face in her sweet pussy from behind.
Both my hands grip her ass, kneading and molding it as my eager tongue makes contact with her nectar-filled slit.
Her hands must be balled into fists by now, and she bangs on the wall with them as she swears loudly. Her voice is shaking with excitement and even disbelief that any of this could be happening.
Oh, it’s happening, alright.
My low growls of approval send shockwaves through her pussy, and my fingers eventually find her stiff little clit hot against my skin and it feels like it’ll set off a chain reaction at any moment.
What a sight we must make.
Almost seven feet of me on my knees, cramped in this tiny changing booth with my face buried past my jawline.
Chloe’s ass is held up as high as she can manage, but one hand of mine ends up supporting her once we both feel her knees starting to tremble.
I’ve barely tasted her, barely started to savor her sweet essence and show her how much I’ve wanted to do this since setting eyes on her.
But I know she’s close, dangerously close to climax.
And there’s no way I’m missing out on having her come right on my face.
“Miss? You okay in there?” A shrill voice asks, making her stiffen. But only long enough to gasp something unintelligible before she’s writhing against my tongue again.
The door behind me is rattling, knocking against me, pushing me a little harder, a little further inside her delicate mound.
“I’m fine…,” she manages to sigh, and apart from trying the door again, whoever it is, makes their retreat, and I can continue my feast.
“Xander… Xander, I’m gonna…gonna–.”
And she is.
She does.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Chloe
“Ah!” I grunt, pushing my whole body back against his face.
Growling in time with his tongue as it slips in and out of my pussy, his hands gripping me just hard enough so I can feel all of his strength.
I’m helpless under his power and loving every second of it.
This little imposter never daydreamed that Xander would be a soft and gentle, too scared to grab hold of me hard, kind of lover.
No.
My dream man has big hands and the strength to match for a reason.
Knowing how much it turns him on, too, having his face between my thighs in the changing room of all places, seeing me ready to come buckets before I can even thank the stars that this is even happening.
I can’t even utter another word that isn’t his name. All this is happening before I can tell him what I should have told him back at the hotel…
