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“So fucking wet,” I growl. “No panties?”
"Your shopper didn’t include any," she whispers, looking genuinely embarrassed.
She has absolutely no idea the effect she has on me, no idea about her own sexuality. Hell, yes, I want to be the man to show her how much pleasure her body can take.
“Don’t ever apologize for that, Clementine,” I say, looking up at her from between her thighs. “Never, ever say sorry for being so wet and ready for me. You’re incredible, love.”
I didn’t mean to call herlove, not yet, at least, but Clementine seems pretty distracted right now. She nods and tangles her fingers in my hair, letting me know she wants more. She has no idea how much I have to give.
I grin at her and dip my head to run my nose through her soaking folds, breathing her in. I growl and grip her hips harder as her scent turns me into some sort of rabid beast. I flatten my tongue and take my first lick of her sweetness. I can’t believe I’m the first to taste her and be the first to have her completely.
I lick every inch of her before sliding my fingers inside her pussy nice and deep. She moans as her thighs tighten around my head, but I push her legs apart, guiding one over my shoulder. I lap, suck, and lick at her clit while my fingers slide in and out of her tight little hole.
Her cunt is incredible, delicious, and honey-sweet. I can’t help myself; I growl softly as I suck and lick her faster, faster, faster, her slick juices dripping down my chin. I’m rock hard and pulsing with need. I want her to come. Need it like air.
“Let me taste it,” I command. “Let me taste every drop.”
“Yes,” she pants. “Oh, my god, Kingsley. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…”
“Say my fucking name again.”
“Kingsley! King… King,”she pants, her breathy whimpers making precum leak from my dick like a faucet. God, I like being her King. She’s sure as hell my Queen.
I growl and lick her faster, fuck her with my fingers harder. I don’t stop. I don’t show mercy. I chase her pleasure until she chokes out a sob and comes so damn hard.
She trembles and tenses and shakes uncontrollably in my hands. I taste every drop, losing my damn mind when my sexy woman floods my mouth again. I love it, love her soft moans, her smell, her wet heat as it slides down my tongue.
I straighten Clementine’s tights and skirt and glide up her body, kissing her soundly so she can taste herself. She melts into me, resting her head on my shoulder and shaking slightly. I cup the back of her neck and massage her gently, bringing her back down.
“You okay, baby?” I murmur into her hair.
“Yup,” she answers breathlessly.
I grin and kiss her forehead, taking a step back to adjust my painfully hard erection. Clementine is enraptured in pleasure, and I can’t wait to feel it all with her. Next time she comes, I want to be deep inside her tight little pussy, feeling it from the inside out.
“Um, so, that was… thanks,” she says, immediately rolling her eyes at herself.
“There’s more where that came from,” I tell her, resting a hand on the wall next to her head. Jesus, her glassy eyes and wet lips are so tempting, but I need to get her somewhere more private before I touch her again.
“That would be agreeable with me,” she says, swaying ever closer.
“Oh, yeah?” I say with a chuckle and a grin.
Clementine is still flushed and catching her breath, but she nods and manages a wink. So damn cute.
“You stay here for a beat, then meet me back at the car.”
“What? Oh!” Her expression turns from confused to shocked. “We’re inpublic,” she whispers.
“I know,” I whisper back, cupping her chin and turning her face toward me. “Imagine what I’ll do with you once I get you home.”
Clementine’s face turns bright red, but she can’t hide the desire and lust shining in her eyes. Instead of responding, she opens the door and shoves me out. I chuckle while she sighs, but I know she loves it. My sweet Christmas angel may be innocent, but she knows what she wants. And I’m the lucky bastard who’s going to give it to her.
I clear my throat and adjust my tie, willing my dick to stand down enough for me to function. The older woman behind the cash register gives me a knowing look, but I simply shrug, making no apologies for giving my girl two incredible orgasms.
Besides, I don’t think the saleswoman will mind when I purchase the gown Clementine was looking at earlier, along with matching shoes and jewelry.
I look over my shoulder to ensure Clementine is still in the dressing room, then walk up to the register and hand the woman my black AmEx and my business card. “Keep these on file. My assistant will be by later this afternoon to purchase this dress,” I say, holding up the gorgeous gown, “as well as matching accessories.”
