Page 98 of Blissful Devotion

This dress will be bought; there’s no question about that, especially after I fuck her in it, but it’s too nice not to share it with the others in person.

With my free hand, I trail a finger up her exposed thigh all the way up to the seam of her very tiny underwear, getting my first taste of her delicious ass.

Fuck.

I press forward, letting our bodies meld together. I know she feels my aching cock as it throbs against her, begging to be free.

Hooking my finger under the small slip of fabric she calls underwear, I slowly pull them down as I lean in and press my lips to the shell of her ear.

“Watching you come out in dress after dress, knowing you’ve been nearly naked just feet away…” I groan, pressing into her and nibbling at her ear. Her answering moan makes me roll my hips, which only seems to make her moan louder.

“Shhh.” I look for her eyes in the mirror and find her already looking at me.

“Can you be quiet for me, Sweetheart?” She nods vigorously, and I can’t help but smile. Something tells me she can’t, but she seems eager, and I couldn't care less who hears us.

I pull down her underwear, leaving them to hang around her knees before I reach for my own pants, flicking open the button and unzipping them in a quick flick of the wrist.

The second my cock pops free, I nearly come. Kat shifts her weight, needy and wanting. She presses her bare ass to the leaking head of my cock.

With one hand still holding her sleeves, I reach through her legs, using my elbow to widen her stance as I drag my fingers through her wet pussy. I hook her leg up in my arm and press forward, sinking right into her warm heat in one quick thrust that leaves us both groaning without a care of who’s around.

How can I possibly care when I’m fully seated inside ‌the best pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking?

And fucking is exactly what it is.

I pull back before slamming back into her, the sounds of her own arousal apparent as I continue to piston into her over and over.

“Oli.” Her voice is higher than usual, and I hear the unspoken plea for more.

I press a finger to her clit, circling it as I continue to fuck into her.

“I can’t,” she pants, choking on a whimper that only makes me impossibly harder. She shakes her head, and when I meet her gaze in the mirror, somehow I know exactly what she’s talking about without asking.

Releasing her sleeves, I quickly press my hand to her mouth before I slam into her hard enough that she has to brace herself, pressing her ass back into me as I continue to thrust into her.

Her muffled cry is the only warning I get before her teeth sink into the palm of my hand and she comes. Her pussy gripping me so fucking perfectly, but it’s the sharp sting of pain that pushes me over the edge as I pump her full of my cum right here in the middle of a store changing room.

“Shit! I’m so sorry.”

One second he’s standing behind me; the warmth of him pressed against my back feels natural. He’s still inside me, our mixed release dripping from me in a mess that I can’t bring myself to worry about right now, not when I need to focus on keeping myself upright as my legs threaten to give out.

It’s perfect for one brief moment, and then he’s gone.

I nearly fall over from the drastic change, as if I’ve lost a piece of myself.

“I didn’t mean…” he trails off, but I hear the way his voice is climbing, the panic.

Does he regret what happened?

God, I hope not.

With my feet planted firmly beneath me, I manage to turn around to face him.

“I’m sorry.” He shakes his head, taking another step back, looking horrified. “I should have asked. I didn’t want our first time to be like that. It should have meant something, been something we’d never forget.”

Understanding hits me like a smack to the face, and I’m moving, closing the distance between us.

“Hey,” I reach up, cupping his cheek and making him look at me. “I’m not sorry, and I don’t know about you, but I’ll never forget that.”