Chapter 19

Lacey

God, he’s fucking good at this.

I’m still coming down from my orgasmic high, when he roughly grabs my hips and raises me up, turning me around. He stands up behind me, and my front is pressed hard against the wall of the dressing room, causing me to groan softly at the cool wall against my hot skin, the contrast almost shocking.

His breath is hot against my neck, and it sends a shiver down my spine, a small sigh escaping my lips when I feel him nip at my earlobe. I can hear him unbuckling his belt, and I smile, anxious to know what is going to come next.

He rips his belt from the belt loops and deftly tosses it on one of the hanger hooks on the wall, chuckling as he leans in to whisper in my ear.

“I want to keep that handy—I’m going to use that.”

I bite my lip in anticipation, and look back at him longingly, licking my lips and smirking.

He grins and gives my ass a swat, placing his other hand between my shoulder blades and pushing downwards, my arms catching my balance in front of me.

I gasp and giggle at being manhandled, my head still in a fog of bliss and deliriousness from his tongue turning me into a shuddering, quivering mess just moments ago. He hauls my pastel baby doll up over my hips and runs his hand up my spine, his fingers digging into my skin.

I can tell he’s undoing his pants when I hear his zipper open, the process slow and drawn out—he wants me to hear him. I sigh and push back at him, and I can feel his hard cock against my ass. He responds with another swift smack on my ass, and pushes me forward again, just out of reach.

Well, fucking in a dressing room wasn’t what I had planned on for today’s date with Charlie, but I’m certainly not complaining.

He leans forward so he’s over me, the weight of his body looming just above mine as he drags his hard cock against me, teasing.

I feel him graze the tip of his cock against my entrance, wet with want, and I moan softly once again, pushing back at him.

He laughs at my attempt to take control of the situation, his voice a low rumble in my ear. Then he takes a fistful of my hair in his hand.

He stands up, pulling me with him. My back is against his chest, and I feel his other hand slide up underneath the fabric of my baby doll and cup my breast.

He pinches my nipple and rolls it between his fingers and pulls my hair back to expose my neck, eliciting a soft mewl from me.

I feel his teeth nip at the skin where neck meets collarbone, followed by a soft kiss—the contrast between pain and pleasure sending waves of pleasure straight to my core.

His touch becomes more insistent and demanding, and I can feel his breath quicken as hot, heady sighs brush my neck. His hands are grabbing me instead of caressing, a gentle pull on my hair becomes a forceful tug, and I find myself doing everything I can to get closer to him.

I reach back and wrap my hand around the back of his neck, urging him onward and silently begging for him.

If that doesn’t start to work, though, I’m going to have to literally beg him, which I might be doing anytime soon.

He seems to take the hint though, because without having to say another word, he slips a single finger inside of me, and I moan—desperate for more.

He’s got me so turned on and needy for him that I’m already soaking, my cunt practically dripping with arousal.

I place my hand over his and urge him to continue, and he slides another finger in, and then another, stretching me out and getting me ready for his cock.

And let me tell you, I’ll take all the preparation I can get. He’s a solid twelve-inches, and he’s thick, teetering on the edge of being too much, but staying on the side of being just right. For me, anyways.

As he pumps his fingers in and out of me, his other hand slides to my throat and holds me back against him, his lips sucking my skin and leaving what I’m sure are beautiful little marks.

“Please,” I sigh, writhing against his palm and gripping his neck, “I want you.”

He chuckles against my skin and growls into my ear, furthering my want.

“Please what, Lacey? What do you want?”

“You know what I want,” I gasp as his fingers speed up their tempo, “please, just give it to me. Please fuck me, Charlie!”

He stills his hand, and I whimper at the loss of movement, trying to buck against his hand, but he holds me back.

“Alright,” he croons into my ear, “since you asked so nicely.”

He slips his fingers from my cunt and I’m left feeling empty, but the feeling soon subsides when I feel the tip of his cock against me.

With one quick, deep thrust, he’s inside of me, and I gasp, momentarily stunned at being so full.

He’s so fucking big and thick and he knows it; I can feel him chuckling against my skin as I sigh and try to adjust to his size.

Cocky bastard.

He pulls out of me slowly, inch by deliciously thick inch, making sure that I feel every bit of him.

He slowly thrusts in an out, my body adjusting to his size with every thrust. The feeling of him filling me and taking me right here in the dressing room makes it even hotter, and I can feel my orgasm building.

He quickens his pace, nearly knocking the breath out of me with every thrust, and I can hear people outside of the dressing room, not far off. The thrill of being caught only turns me on even more, and I barely stop the wanton moan from escaping my lips as it bubbles up.

“Fuck,” I hiss in between pants and sighs, “you’re going to make me come again.”

He growls and picks up his pace, his cock relentlessly fucking me—until my release crashes over me in waves, ebbing and flowing.

Whimpers and sighs escape my lips as he continues to fuck me through my orgasm, another one slowly making its way to the surface.

I can tell he’s close too. His rhythm is becoming erratic, and his grip in my hair is tighter now—almost painful, but it’s the best kind of pain a girl could ask for.

With his hand on my throat and his other hand in my hair, he pulls and arches my back, so I’m looking up at him as he thrusts in and out of me. He takes my lips in a feverish kiss and groans into my mouth as he comes, the feeling of his cum filling me up pushing me over the edge.

I come again, this time a bit quieter as my lips are captured by his, and we rock together as we ride out our combined release, slowly coming to a stop.

He holds me there and laughs into me, his tongue exploring my mouth and meeting mine as he kisses me again, slower this time.

He pulls out of me, and I smile as I feel his cum slowly drip down my thigh. He smirks when he looks down.

He slips his hand down and wipes some of it with his finger, bringing it to my mouth.

I wrap my lips around it and suck, tasting both of our pleasure and sighing, closing my eyes, as I swallow and swirl my tongue around his finger.

He groans and pulls his finger from my lips as he kisses me again, this time slower and with more restraint and purpose.

Our lips part, and I look up at him with a dazed smile, my voice breathy and soft as I speak.

“So,” I purr, “shall we continue shopping, then?”