“Are you gonna be a good girl for me? Or are you going to be bad?” he whispers, nipping my ear.
“Good,” I whimper.
“Can you stay quiet, baby? I don’t think Kandie wants to hear how good I think you look in these skimpy little sets that she picked out for you.”
I nod. I’m unable to form words as his fingers slip into the panties, and they gently brush against me.
I gasp as he slides a finger through my folds, and my head falls back against his shoulder as he once again makes me watch him touch me in the mirror.
“You look so fucking good, baby. I should bend you over and fuck you into behaving. Remind you that I’m the man and that I take care of my girl,” he whispers, nipping the soft skin that connects my neck to my shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” I gasp as he slowly pushes a finger into me.
“You should be.”
“I just wanted to sp-spoil you,” I manage to say through gritted teeth.
This is so much hotter because we could be caught. Anyone could walk by and hear what he’s doing to me.
I’m not really all that familiar with all the different kinds of kinks, but I’m sure that there has to be one about public sex.
“I know, baby. And I’m grateful for that. But you didn’t have to pay for it,” he whispers, his voice a little deeper than normal.
I go to speak, and he pushes in a second finger. I have to bite my lip to stop the noises that threaten to escape.
“You deserve it. I will never apologize for spoiling my man,” I say, my voice breathy as I rock my hips against his hand.
I meet his eyes in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed, and my lips are parted slightly. His eyes are black, and I can feel howmuch he is enjoying this because his bulge is pushing into me. He won’t let me pull away from him. His arm is wrapped around my waist, keeping me pulled against him.
I stand up on my tiptoes, and my eyes roll back. My breathing gets heavy, and that band in my belly gets so tight that I feel like I’m going to explode.
He suddenly pulls his fingers out, and his hand covers my mouth to stop me from making unholy noises.
“Can I take my hand away?”
I nod, and his hands leave my body. He quickly unfastens his belt and pushes his jeans and boxers down just enough that he can set himself free.
Then his hand is back over my mouth, and he’s inside of me. I bite my lip, and my eyes roll back as he takes me in fast, hard thrusts, our skin slapping together. If anyone were to walk by, they would know that something freaky is happening in here.
I feel my orgasm building hard and fast, and just when I’m about to explode, he pulls out of me. He spins me around so I’m facing him and pushes me down onto my knees. All before I even know what’s happening, “Open.” He commands, in my delirious confusion, I open my mouth like I’m told to do. He strokes himself a few times before exploding in my mouth, filling it full with his cum.
He pulls away and forces my jaw closed, giving me only one optionswallow. He tucks himself into his jeans. I’m still disoriented when he leans down and whispers in my ear, “Only good girls get to come, and you were anything but good.”
With that, he straightens up, grabs the pieces he wants to buy, and leaves the dressing room.
I blink.What the fuck just happened?
I ache in a way that I’ve never ached before, and my chest is tight.I wasn’t good.
Why does that hurt so much?He’s never not called me good before.
I stand slowly, my brain still trying to catch up with what just happened. I slowly get dressed, my whole body feeling the effects of what we’d just done.
“Ready?” he asks, holding all the bags in his hand, standing there like he didn’t just rock my entire world and then leave me without release.
I nod, and he takes my hand in his.
I’m quiet as we walk to the car, his words affecting a lot more than they should, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit sorry about it.
