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I think he can hear in my tone how deadly serious I am, so he saves his usual wisecracking and leaves the store, shutting the door firmly behind him. The second I hear it close, I grasp Arin by the chin.
“Tell me you want this,” I growl. “Because if you don’t—”
“I want this,” she interrupts.
I stroke my fingers through her hair, admiring the fierceness in those frosty grey eyes. “There’s my spitfire.”
Arin makes quick work of my belt and zipper, hooking her fingers over the waistband of my pants. Her eyes don’t leave mine until my cock springs free, the head red and leaking with want. I hiss as I throw a cautionary glance over my shoulder. We’re alone, but this has to be quick. She must have the same thought because she wastes no time wrapping her pretty pink lips around me.
I moan as the heat of her mouth surrounds me. Her tongue licks g my shaft as she strokes the base with her slender fingers. Arin hums contentedly, bobbing her head up and down my length. She takes more and more of me into her mouth with each pass until she can’t anymore. Arin hollows her cheeks and sucks in earnest, the tight coil in the pit of my stomach growing hotter and brighter alarmingly fast. I’m not going to last very long at this rate.
That won’t do at all.
“Up,” I command, pulling her head back by the hair. My grip is careful enough not to hurt, but firm enough to move her. Arin seems more than happy to comply, letting me guide her to her feet before lifting her into my arms.
She circles her legs around me, our lips crashing together in a chaotic, feral duel. The taste of her lips and her tongue drive me insane, but what does me in is the sound of her languid moan rushing straight through me. Her hands are everywhere, flying to my hair, to my chest, to my face. Her hips buck against me, her desperate, frantic whimpers making my cock that much harder.
It’s a frantic race to get to her work desk. She paws at my shirt while I grab a handful of her sweet ass. I’m just about to set her down when she flails.
“Wait! Wait!”
“What’s wrong?”
“Not here. I’m working with delicate lace.”
I notice the beautiful lingerie set she’s apparently been working on. It’s pinned to a soft cushion, a pretty string of pearls gliding along the bust of the brassiere. The straps are made of a thin silver chain.
“Next time,” I huff, carrying her to a nearby pile of unused fabric on the floor, “you’re going to wear that for me.”
Arin frowns but doesn’t protest when I set her down on the soft cotton. Hopefully she won’t be too uncomfortable.
“Do you have protection on you?”
I freeze for a moment. “No, I don’t.”
Her expression is answer enough, but she tells me what I already suspect. “I stopped taking the pill a few years ago.”
My disappointment is immeasurable. After all these years, I want to remember what it feels like to be deep inside this wet pussy of hers. It’s no matter. There’s more than one way to please a woman. Now that Arin’s had her fun, it’s time for me to have mine.
I’m quick to settle between her legs, brushing her flowing skirt aside. I suck a line of hard kisses up the inner length of her thighs, intentionally leaving marks against her soft, pale skin. By the time I reach her core, the thin fabric of her underwear is practically soaked through. With a wicked grin, I mouth at her through her panties relishing the breathy gasp that escapes her as her hands fly to my hair.
“D-Dominic!”
“This’d be a lot easier if you weren’t wearing anything under your skirt,” I chide.
“Justhurry.”
“I’m going to have to teach you a thing or two about patience.”
Arin’s hips buck as she groans in frustration. Her pussy is practically weeping for me, glistening with her untamed want. She truly is a sight to behold now that she’s at my mercy. Slipping her underwear down her legs, I toss the offending garment somewhere over my shoulder before diving in for my well-deserved treat.
She moans and writhes beneath me as I suck on her swollen bud, licking slow, deliberate circles against her with the tip of my tongue. She tastes wonderful, her pussy so nice and soft and utterly perfect. I know I’ve got her teetering over the edge when her breathing becomes tight and frantic, her grip on my hair the perfect amount of painful. Climax hits her hard and fast, her body curling forward as her legs tremble and squeeze either side of my head.
“Oh,fuck,” she wheezes.
I grin as I rise to my knees, giving my aching cock a stroke. “You’re welcome.”
“What about you? I want you to feel good, too.”
