Fuck, she’s hot.
Yeah, fuck staying out here and waiting.
“I guess,” she mumbles before turning back around and entering the dressing room, but before she can close the door, I stand from the chair and push it back open with my hand.
“What are you—” She stops when I step in behind her and close the door, flicking the lock.
“Emris, now isn’t the time,” she tries to reason, but I’m beyond that.
I need her, and I need her now.
Her lips part as I crowd her against the mirror, her eyes widening.
“Emris,” she tries again, pushing her hands against my chest, but I don’t budge.
Not wasting any more time, I bring my mouth down on hers.
Fuck, her lips are so soft.
I pull back, already missing her lips on mine. Watching for any sign that she doesn’t want this, I grip the hem of the shirt, pulling the fabric over the top of her head and then dropping to my knees in front of her. My fingers thread through the belt loops of her jeans, yanking them down her thighs until she’s in nothing but her bra and panties.
“Emris!” she whispers. “We can’t do this here!” She might say those words, but she doesn’t try to stop me when I lower her panties to the ground.
“Fuck. You’re already dripping.” I stand up, towering over her and grabbing her hips before turning her so she’s facing the mirror.
“Look at how beautiful you are,” I tell her, pressing my lips to the crook of her neck. Her eyes fall closed, and I know she’s enjoying this as much as I am, even if she doesn’t want to admit it.
I trail my fingers along her skin until I reach between her thighs. The wetness coating her skin makes me want to devour her until she’s a crying mess on the damn floor.
When I move my fingers through her pussy, she gasps as I circle her clit.
“Look at yourself, Brielle. Look at what a mess you are.” Her hooded eyes open, and she watches my fingers disappear inside of her. She moans too loud, and I bring my other hand up to cover her mouth.
“Do you want to come, baby?” She nods frantically. “Then you better be quiet. Your moans are for me only. No one else is allowed to hear them, do you understand?” I move my hand, and she sucks in air the second I add another finger inside of her, while also making sure my palm is pressing against her clit with each thrust.
‘Fuck. Don’t stop,” she whines, her eyes rolling back right before an orgasm crashes over her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whimpers.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my fingers.” Her body convulses slightly against mine moments before she sags against me.
I press kisses to the side of her head until she gets ahold of herself.
“I’m not returning the favor,” Brielle states between deep breaths. She bends down to grab her underwear, but I get to them first. Snatching them up from the floor, I bring them to mynose and inhale. A look of disgust crosses her face along with a pink tint.
“Fuck,” I whisper, pocketing her panties for later.
“I can’t believe you.” Brielle rolls her eyes, going for her shorts this time, but I stop her. “Put the clothes back on, I’ll go pay. Meet me by the register when you’re dressed.” I turn, leaving the dressing room.
I needed to get away from her before I bent her over and fucked her perfect pussy raw. Just that image alone makes me hard as fuck.
As I close the door, I readjust my cock that seems to be constantly hard whenever I’m around her.
Emma is standing behind the counter, and she gives me a smile that isn’t as friendly anymore. I keep words to a minimum as I pay for all the clothing while Brielle brings everything out for Emma to bag it all up.
As we get to the car, I find myself wanting to ask more about her—more than what Carson was able to dig up, anyway. I want to know everything, but I have a funny feeling she won’t tell me much.
I pull onto the highway and glance over to find Brielle looking out the window at the passing scenery, seemingly deep in thought.
