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Hitting that spot every time.
“Fuck me. I’m close. Holy shit.”
“I am. Too. Hurry. Honey. Please. Hurry.”
If I thought he was going fast, well, it was nothing like anything I’d ever experienced before. He moved even faster inside of me.
And then when I felt my orgasm start to take hold, I moaned.
Then, “That’s it. Milk my fucking cock, Angel. Milk it.”
And I did. My orgasm slammed out of me so hard that if he wasn’t holding onto me, I would’ve fallen to my ass.
He slammed into me one more time, and I felt him still, and then he let out a guttural groan.
After he lowered the dress down, leaned his head, and then pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder, he asked, “Anything else you want to try on?”
I shook my head.
He nodded, then winked, “Get dressed, baby, then meet me at the register.”
After I got dressed, I walked out of the fitting room, held my head high and what shocked me, no one looked at me with a nasty look.
That was odd.
But I found out why it wasn’t so odd.
As I made my way to the counter with the clothes I was getting, Zeke was leaning up against it. And the moment he saw me, he prowled toward me and then glared, took the things from me, and then headed back to the counter.
“What’s with the glare?”
He looked over his shoulder and said, “You're carrying precious cargo, you’re not supposed to be lifting a thing.”
What did I do? I smiled. Okay, that was nice. That was oh-so-nice.
I looked at the woman that was standing behind the counter and I knew I wanted to be her when I grew up. She was biker/rocker chick personified.
She had silver bangles from wrist to elbow on both sides and a tight-fitted, deep plum shirt that was cut low in the front and showed off a generous amount of cleavage.
“I see you got some,” the woman at the counter told me with a glint in her eye.
I gasped, “Wha… what are you talking about?”
“Girl, any other woman can see the euphoria on another woman’s face, and she knows that woman just got herself some. Plus, you can’t hide the beard burn, the kissed as fucked up lips, and the messy hair.”
Then she winked at me, when she saw the blushing of my cheeks, and then said, “That’s why we put those mirrors in there really. I can’t tell you how hot it is for your man to have such a strong reaction to seeing his woman trying on clothes. Speaking of that, I need to call my own man and tell him to get down here. I’m hot all over after listening to y’all.” And in the next breath, she had her phone out of her back pocket, hit some buttons, and had her phone pressed to her ear.
I should be embarrassed. I knew I should.
But I wasn’t.
Why?
Because I had been with Zeke.
He looked down at me and smirked. The big bastard.
I slapped him on his stomach, “Shut up.”
