Well, that was nice of him to acknowledge that I could find something of value here. Still, I wasted no time in stripping off my jeans and trying on my new finds. The not-so-new jeans fit well enough, as did one of the skirts. Then I tried on the miniskirt, and my brows rose.
Oh, wow.
I twisted to the side, admiring the way my ass looked in it. Mischievously, I wriggled my way out of my panties, and had to admit that I was impressed by how I felt. Feeling naughty, I reached for the curtain on the dressing room and stuck my head out.
Garrak had moved closer, but was still standing there, looking bored.
I hissed at him, and his gaze slanted my way. I knew the moment he reallysawme, because he slowly straightened, his gaze going all hot as he raked me. I was barefoot against the cold linoleum floor, but I knew my tight shirt accentuated my tits sufficiently, and that skirt…
I twirled, making sure to flip it as I did, giving him a little peek. “What do you think?” I whispered, half-giggling, half-scared of being caught.
Garrak had lowered his arms, and now he stalked toward me. I resisted the urge to back up, knowing I’d teased him on purpose.
“What do I think?” he growled.
He caught me, his hand going to my jaw, his thumb against my lips,owningme. I whimpered at the show of strength, my heart thundering in my ears, as my pussy flooded with liquid heat. The way his nostrils flared told me he knew it too.
“I think…” He leaned down so his lips were by my ear. “I think I’m going to buy that for you. But first I need to try it out.”
Try it?—
I gasped when Garrak used his hold on me to twist me around and yank me back against him. His cock was hard and thick, pressed against my lower back, and I moaned loudly as I rubbed against him like a cat begging to be petted.
His hand pushed aside the skirt, fingers dipping into my wet folds from the front, as his other hand clamped across my mouth, hiding my moans at what he was doing to me. I undulated against him, begging for his cock.
God, Iwashis little slut, wasn’t I?
“You want this?” he whispered harshly in my ear.
Mutely, I nodded eagerly, his palm covering most of my face.
“You think you can take it like this?”
IknewI could.
He reached for his cock without releasing me, freeing it from his jeans as he lifted and settled me in place. When he began to push into me, right there in the aisle of the Second Time’s A Charm, I couldn’t help the way I moaned against his palm.
“Shut up, you desperate little slut,” he hissed in my ear. “Take this cock like a good girl anddon’t make a sound.” He was almost in. “You don’t want anyone to hear, do you? You don’t want anyone to know what I’m doing to you, do you? You don’t want them to know what a needy little slut you are.”
Then I was fully seated, speared by his cock, and even discounting orc biology, I probably would have come just from how fuckingdirtythe whole thing felt. He was fucking me in public, and I was begging for it.
I camehard, my mewls and whimpers caught by his hand as he hissed, “Quietly,” into my ear.
If he hadn’t been holding his hand over my mouth, I don’t doubt even the little lady at the front desk would have heard me.
At last, I slumped against him, completely drained by that orgasm, supported only by his cock and his hold on me. I felt Garrak’s breath on my neck as he huffedslightly.
“Good girl,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss against my neck. “Now, go put on your underwear so no other males can smell your pleasure, and I’ll pay for your purchases.”
By the time he let me down, and I managed to make myself presentable once more, he was waiting by the front door with my bags, making small talk—or rather, small-yelling—with Mavis. He grinned smugly when I finally emerged, afraid my burning cheeks were going to give me away, and offered me his arm.
“Shall we go to the building site?”
I smoothed down my t-shirt and took a deep breath, linking my arm in his. “I like shopping with you, Garrak.”
He chuckled as we left the store. “Then we’ll have to do it again.”
Did he like fucking me in public as much as I’d liked it?
