“Then why are you snapping at me?”
“Because all I want to do is take you in the other room and fuck you!” I shouted. “But I can’t do that!”
She flinched back in shock, not expecting me to be so upset about something so silly. I couldn’t control the way my body was responding to her, how it craved to have her naked, to feel her skin under my fingertips and her pussy wrapped around my cock. It was driving me insane, and the moment I thought I had it under control, she walked out in that damn dress.
Stalking over to her, I slid my hand around her waist and tugged her against my raging cock. I was barely holding onto mycontrol, and as I thrust my cock against her, she now knew what she was up against.
“You walked out of that fucking shower and dropped your towel right the fuck in front of me. You fucking bent over and showed me your perfect ass, and it took everything in me not to bend you over the fucking bed and shove my cock inside you. And just when I got myself under control, you came out in that fucking dress.”
My hand slid down to her ass and I grabbed her hard, pulling her tighter to me. “My cock is so fucking hard right now, and I can’t do a fucking thing about it. So yes, I fucking yelled at you because I’m an ass, and all I want right now is to bury my face in your tits while I fuck that pussy.”
Bright blue eyes stared back at me, her arousal evident on every inch of her face. God, I wanted to take her right now, and yet, that little reminder bulb flashed in the back of my mind, telling me we had to discuss a few things before I fucked her again.
I slammed my lips down on hers, unable to hold back a second longer.
Just one taste.
My fingers slid down her thigh, tugging her dress up until I could feel those fucking satin panties covering what I really wanted. Tugging them aside, I slipped two fingers through the slick folds of her pussy, groaning at how fucking soaked she was for me.
My cock begged me to unleash him, to let him get just a taste of what was waiting, but that would break every vow I made to myself.
Her breathing hitched as I skimmed my knuckles over her clit, grinding them into the swollen nub. “You want my fingers, Ellie? Do you need me to fuck you?”
Hot breath fanned across my cheek as her eyes fluttered closed in response. That was a good enough answer for me. I thrust two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out, watching every hitch, every gasp as I twisted and plunged my way in her tight snatch.
“Fuck, you make me hard,” I moaned, biting her earlobe, sucking it into my mouth as I desperately held on to what remained of my sanity.
I brushed my thumb against her clit, my teeth clenching hard as she gripped my shoulders and cried out. Her pussy squeezed my fingers as she soaked my palm. And that was it. I fucking lost it, crushing my lips to hers as I fucked my fingers hard through her orgasm.
My tongue twisted with hers, desperate for every piece of her I could have. There was nothing I could do to stop the need driving through me. Only that sweet hum as she came down from her high and the contented look on her face as she blushed furiously as my fingers continued to languidly fuck her.
Ever so slowly, I slid my fingers out of her pussy, then brought them to my lips and sucked her arousal from my fingers.
Fuck, if I didn’t get her out of here now, I would lose my resolve.
“Let’s go.”
“But I?—”
I slammed my lips down on hers again, then pulled back, biting her lip just to hang on a second longer. “I want you to feel me all fucking day and remember what I’ll do to you tonight.”
Yeah, I was completely fucked.
17
ELLIE
I squirmed uncomfortablyin my wet panties. Only an hour had passed since Ryder made me come harder than he had every other time over the past twelve hours. I desperately needed to change, but part of me liked the idea that I couldn’t erase what happened from my mind.
That is, until I realized that every single customer would inevitably smell my arousal.
Grabbing the sexiest pair of underwear I had in stock, I slipped into the back, quickly cleaned myself up, and pulled on the lacy thong that would barely cover an inch of my body. But as I thought of what Ryder would see when he undressed me, I no longer cared about having my ass fully covered like I normally did.
He liked me in this dress, and as I stared in the mirror at myself, I wondered what he saw that I didn’t. I wasn’t stupid. I knew I had a pretty face, and despite my own misgivings about my appearance, I also knew I carried my weight well.
Still…I wasn’t the normal sexy.
I hated being so down on myself, but after years of feeling like the fat girl, I just couldn’t talk myself into believing that any man would prefer me over a thinner version of myself.
