Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“Well, I think the bear thing is great. Dangerous, but great. And I appreciate you looking out for my brother. I should have been doing that myself.” The sadness that crept into her voice wasn’t my fault, I knew, but I felt responsible for dredging it up.
“No, don’t be hard on yourself.” Scott had always been open with his friends about the weird dynamic in their family that had resulted in his sister’s birth. I knew he felt responsible for protecting her. I never knew she felt the same way toward him. “I’m sorry about what those women were saying at the table.”
“It’s fine.” Charlotte waved it away with a blatantly automatic gesture. “People know the story. It’s not a big deal.”
“It looked like it was a big deal.” I reached down and cupped her chin, tilting her face up. I don’t know why I did it; it felt natural in the moment. “You can be honest with me. I’m a stranger. Are you okay?”
“I am. I’m fine.” She took my hand in hers and lowered it. “I’m used to it. Thank you, though. For checking on me.”
I gazed down at her upturned face for far too long. The moment turned from tender to awkward. I faked a cough and looked away. “Well, I’m sorry, I hadn’t planned for this to be a maudlin encounter. I wanted you to come here so I could finger you up against the wall and make you come before you had to go back out there and make small talk while trying not to think about what you just did.”
She laughed loudly.
I shushed her. “You’re going to get us caught. Take your panties down and get up against that wall.”
She hurried to comply, leaving the scrap of pink lace around one ankle, never bothering to slip her high-heeled sandals off. I dropped to my knees in front of her and grabbed that ankle, pulling her foot up to stand on my thigh. She wobbled on her other foot and gripped the shelving unit beside us for balance.
“Pull your skirt up,” I told her, and she held her sundress up with one hand, exposing the gorgeous cunt I’d been thinking about nonstop since the night before. The delicate pink petals of her inner labia peeked out, and when I parted them, her clitoris twitched in anticipation.
I pressed my thumb to it, and she whimpered.
“You have to be quiet,” I reminded her. “Or we’ll get caught.”
“I can be quiet,” she breathed. “I promise.”
I pressed two fingers against her cunt; she was already hot and wet and inviting. “Is this for me?”
“No, I saw a really hot waitress on my way here,” she quipped.
I pushed my fingers in and curled them upward, feeling for the right spot. Her thigh trembled against my cheek when I found it.
“Let me ask again,” I breathed, kissing the inside of her knee. “Is this for me?”
Her hips arched away from the wall. “It’s all for you.”
I worked my fingers over that spot inside her, rotating my thumb over her clit with slow, purposeful movements.
“At least, for the weekend,” she specified.
“For the weekend,” I agreed. And I couldn’t help myself. I leaned forward to taste her.
She slapped her hand against the wall above her head, then scrambled to grip the wire shelving unit again. Her hips rocked against my face, and she moaned, far louder than anyone having secret oral in a supply room should be moaning.
I paused, lifted her foot, jerked her panties completely off, and set her foot back on the floor so I could stand.
“If you can’t be quiet, I’m going to have to gag you,” I warned, and pressed the lace against her mouth. She opened wide.
Fuck. Me.
I pushed her panties into her mouth and dropped to my knees, giving her calf a gentle nudge so she’d resume our earlier position. Then I bent my head to her again and made it my personal mission to render the makeshift gag useless.
Her breath huffed loudly from her nose as I tongued her clit and worked my fingers inside her. I thought briefly of what had happened the night before, the way she’d squirted hard enough to run down her legs. It would take a lot to explain why my shirt was all wet.
I would risk it.
Her pussy clenched around my fingers as muffled cries fought through the panty gag, growing higher, more desperate with every breath. I didn’t change a thing. Not the pace, not the speed, not the pressure. I kept up with the slow circles over her G-spot and the lazy swirls of my tongue that I knew were getting her closer, closer…
There.
She shouted through the gag, hips bucking, and almost lost her balance. I held her firm against the wall and didn’t stop, no matter how loud she got. I kept it up until I was certain she’d had another hard climax, and she pushed me away.