Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
She nods, then lowers her head and does just what she’s told.
Such a good fucking girl.
“Mm, that’s right, just like that. Fuck, baby.”
My cock hits the back of her throat and she starts to gag, but she pushes through it, keeping her throat muscles tight around my cock. She’s eager to please, and her mouth is so fucking hot.
Once she figures out what she’s doing, she picks up speed, pumping my cock and working her mouth up and down it.
The sloppy sounds of her mouth moving over my cock make me fucking crazy, but then she freezes, and I hear movement in the hall.
On the other side of the door, two women ponder whether they should have grabbed something in blue as the saleslady leads them to their fitting rooms. They thank her when she lets them in, then presumably walks away.
Kennedy looks up at me, her mouth still full of my cock, and Christ, the sight alone is nearly enough to make me come down her throat.
I don’t, though, and I want to finish.
I like the idea of some random women listening to her suck me off, so I push down on her head, letting her know I want her to keep going.
She’s really unsure about this, but she wants to obey, so she tries to keep quiet as she labors over my cock once more. Her grip on it tightens, probably because she’s nervous.
To spare her nerves, I stop talking to her and try to muffle the noises she drags out of me. I’m getting close, so I push her head down, forcing more of myself into her throat. She chokes and struggles, letting go of my cock and planting her hands on my thighs. She tries desperately to pull back, but I grab her head, holding it still and forcing my cock where I need it. She cries out, but the noise is muffled around the obstruction lodged in her throat.
“Fucking take it, Kennedy.”
Her face is flushed, her gaze hazy with desire. She doesn’t know what she’s doing, but she takes every inch I jam down her throat like a champ.
She’s fucking magical.
A few stalls down, I hear one of the women whisper, “Did you hear that?”
“Was that a man?” the other one murmurs back.
I’m so fucking close. I hold Kennedy’s face with one hand and grab my cock with the other. I pump and thrust into her, and finally utter a low, guttural groan as pleasure consumes me and cum shoots out of me and paints the back of Kennedy’s perfect throat.
My skin is flushed, my body momentarily weak as I sink back against the chair.
Kennedy reacts on pure instinct, sucking me clean before popping off my cock.
She licks her lips like she wants every last drop, but as soon as she gets to her feet, she starts pulling her clothes on quickly enough that I figure she heard those ladies and wants to get out of here.
I’m pleasantly foggy, but I put my cock away and zip up. Kennedy didn’t get to finish trying things on, but fuck it; I’ll just buy her all of it.
She looks around, a bit frantic, like she wants to make sure she’s not forgetting anything before we flee.
I grab the back of her neck and yank her close, leaning down to give her a quick, hot kiss.
Her cheeks flush pleasantly as she smiles up at me.
I smack her ass and grab her shopping basket, handing it back to her. “Let’s go pay for all this.”
Her eyes widen and she smashes her finger against her lips to shush me.
Those pretty little lips. I graze the bottom one with my thumb and have to resist the urge to kiss her again.
“Come on,” she whispers furiously, grabbing my wrist and hauling me out of the dressing room like the hounds of hell are on our heels.
Chapter eleven
Kennedy
My face is hot as we stand in line waiting for a cashier to ring up our order so we can leave.
Milo is cool as can be, but I’m anxious as hell, cognizant of every little thing around me.
Thankfully, those two ladies from the dressing room didn’t see us, so they can’t point us out, but as soon as they emerged, they went and found the saleslady who let us into our changing rooms. Their mouths moved a million miles a minute and they exchanged looks as they filled her in on the scandalous happenings they’re sure they overheard. My heart jumps when her gaze drifts straight over to us.
I’m so red and hot with guilt, I feel like a shoplifter.
I turn to look up at Milo standing in line beside me. “Maybe we should just go.”
He looks down at me. “Why would we leave without getting your things?”
I don’t want to say why with people in front of and behind us, but I’m scared we’re going to get in trouble.