Page 17 of Jealous Vows

Which means I won’t.As impressive as a one-pump jerk session may be, the release would be hollow.I’ll ensure every little swimmer who dies without a chance to fulfill their purpose will be avenged.All their future brethren will find their happily ever after inside her body.

She bends over and freezes with my sweats halfway up her legs.The angle is pure centerfold perfection.With her ass and tits—braless tits at that—jutting out, her silhouette leaves little to the imagination.

Her small sound of dismay only heightens my desire.She yanks my pants up.They slide down before she can tie them.She curses, adding a comical ambiance I never thought I’d experience with my cock a rod of steel, and chases the waistband down her legs.

I bite my knuckle to hold back both my laughter and my groans as she jiggles and wriggles her way into her clothes.

As she settles my massive shirt onto her body, I drop my hand to my side and slip both hands into my pockets to hide my raging hard on.She stomps out of the dressing area, pauses to check the room, then sighs and knocks on the partition.

“Come in,” I joke.

She scoffs.

“Are you decent?”she asks.

“Never,” I quip.

She mutters,“Obviously,”under her breath before amending, “I mean, are you wearing clothes?”

“Yes, I am,” I answer.As she steps into view, I finish in a mutter similar to hers, “unfortunately.”

Her reaction tightens my pants further.I long to see her eyes widen like that as I pound into her.

She swallows and averts her gaze to the privacy screen.When she turns accusatory eyes back toward me, I smirk and lean down, ignoring the pain as my trouser seam pinches my hard cock.

“Just returning the favor, Sienna,” I murmur.

“Did you set this up on purpose?Do you have some fetish where you like to be watched?”she asks.

“Do you?”

“What?No, I—”

“Then why did you steal my changing area?”I ask.

“It was an accident,” she hisses.

I quirk a brow, pull one hand out of my pocket, and tuck a wisp of hair back toward her ponytail.The other silky strands beg for my touch, and I ache to wrap my fist around her ponytail, but I shove my hand back into my pocket.

“Sure,bambolina.We’ll call it an accident.A happy accident.It was my pleasure.Capisci?”

Her flush deepens.Anger sparkles in her gorgeous caramel orbs.

“You’re a—”

“Let’s agree we enjoyed ourselves and move on.After all, we’re both adults in the same generation.Isn’t that right,bambolina?”

She huffs and strides away.My mouth waters as my sweatpants slip lower on her hips.

She parrots my words back to me before slipping past the curtain into the hall.

“Whatever you say, Romeo.”

I chuckle and lean back against the wall.When electricity zings through me from my pants rubbing against my hard dick as I pull my hands out of my pocket, I growl and grab myself through the fabric.

After a punishing squeeze and annoyed adjustment, I place all the items, including the shoes and accessories I chose for my little doll while she gaped at herself in the mirror—which was the only distraction I could think of so I didn’t disgrace myself—on the couch and follow her to the front of the store.

Sienna’s pallor and posture as she stands by the door alert me to foul play.She looks ready to both vomit and flee.The haunted expression tightening her lips warns of deep-rooted abuse.