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Chapter 17
Meg
Pulse racing.
Heat rising.
Sensation creeping all over my body.
My mind explodes, just from the penetration of his fingers. My hands shoot up, well beyond my control, and clutch at his shoulders. I feel his finger press deeper into my depths, and I struggle to stifle my moans.
A sigh of pleasure manages to escape my throat despite my best efforts.
His fingers seem to explore me with renewed vigor in response to it, almost as if he sees my struggle as a challenge.
I bury my face in his chest, in hopes of muffling myself further, but immediately see the flaw in my plans. His scent floods my nostrils. A heady mix of musk, spices, and something I can only describe aspure manswirls through my mind, sending my brain reeling even further as I feel a digit curl inside me, pressing upward until he finds...
“Ahh!” I moan loudly as his fingertip grazes my G-spot.
“There we go,” he says proudly, almost breathlessly.
I bite my lip and try desperately to control my breathing, but it only comes out ragged against the fabric of his suit shirt. The cool, velvety slickness of his tie rubbing against my cheek starts to bring me to my senses slightly, but a firm hand on my shoulder pulls me away from any sense of reprieve jarringly.
The entirety of our surroundings is hazy to me. The only thing I can focus on is Ian. And his fingers.
His fucking fingers. I grind my hips upward, riding his hand as it continues pumping in and out of my tight, little hole.
I grab my tits and squeeze them hard, doing everything I can not to scream out from behind the curtain supplying us our illusion of privacy.
He lowers himself onto one knee, hooks my leg around his arm and onto his shoulder, and slides a second finger into my pussy, now pumping harder and faster, grinding hard against my G-spot.
“Ahhhh! Ahh! Ahhhhh!” I pant.
I look down at him with wide eyes and drag my nails down the wall behind me as I quickly find myself on the brink of an orgasm.
“Come, Meg,” he commands.
And I do exactly as he wishes—exploding in orgasm, no longer able to contain my moans and whimpers, and not caring whatsoever as my body tingles and releases my cum against Ian’s fingers.
I grind my hips, gyrating them reflexively as I ride through waves of pleasure before finally floating back to shore. I’m able to finally catch my breath.
I run my fingers through my hair as I pant and peer down at Ian, who by the look on his face, is far from done with me. And I am perfectly okay with that.
If that’s what his fingers can do, I can’t wait to see how he handles the rest of himself.
By my judgement, I’m in for a lot more of a treat than a shopping spree and a quick orgasm.
He stares hungrily into my eyes, and, without warning, hooks his other arm around my other leg and up above his shoulder. His arms and shoulders are the only thing keeping me up against this wall.
“Ian, fuck, no. What if they hear us?” I say, winding my fingers through his hair.
He doesn’t give a damn about what I’ve said. He doesn’t give a damn about anything other than me.
He buries his face into my pussy, shaking his nose against my clit and running his tongue between my pussy lips, lapping up the cum that’s just burst through them. I throw my head back, looking right up to the ceiling.
Housed right above us is a security camera.
It sets in that there’s likely a security guard somewhere in this store monitoring this and getting off to our hot little session. It turns me on so much to know that someone could actually be watching, and it overrides my fear of being caught and whatever consequences could come of that.
