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She adjusted the tiny royal family crown perched on her head. One of the smaller versions mom had loaned her for this night.

Cricket lifted her long waves and I zeroed in on the zipper, clasping the metal in hand and tugging softly. It didn’t budge. I tugged harder, still nothing.

“It’s stuck.”

“Oh no,” Cricket whined, pretty face turning adorably frowny. “Please, pull harder. I can’t wear this stupid thing so tight. I should have worn the waist cincher your mom sent with it to make it fit.”

“She sent a waist cincher?” I cringed and tugged, this time the zipper came down easily. So easily it ripped.

I caught Cricket’s reflection in the mirror. Her heavy breasts were bared, nipples puckered a sweet shade of pink that made my cock pound and leak with the need to suck on them.

“I think I just did both of us a favor and broke your dress.” I pinched one of her round nipples in my fingers and rolled it softly. “You’re more beautiful without all that lace.”

I palmed both of her round globes in my palms and pressed them together, kneading her softly as I sucked at her neck and she arched and moaned against my leaking cock. I ground against her flesh, practically fucking her behind if all that sparkly fabric wasn’t separating us. “So sensitive, sweet girl.”

She moaned, wrapping her arm above her head and around my neck. She gave me a better angle, her round ass pressing into my hot cock until I was ready to come in my black-tie attire.

“Look how hard these pretty pink nipples are, begging for my attention. Maybe I should spray my come across them, rub it in good and mark my property.”

She nodded softly, lips parting as soft gasps of desperation puffed out.

“Say please,” I ordered, cupping her full tits together, beads of creamy sweetness leaking from the tiny peaks as she groaned, hips arching against my cock.

“Please.” The word was hoarse.

I growled, working quickly as my cock left a wet spot on my pants. “I can’t fucking wait to get inside you.”

I moved her into the farthest stall from the doors. Slamming the door closed with my foot I pressed her into the red velvet stall wall before I yanked the rest of her dress to her ankles and took in my beautiful angel. Soft curves and so sensitive and sweet my cock pounded and my mouth watered.

I unzipped and took my cock in hand, lining it up with her soaked pussy. “No panties tonight, precious?”

She shook her head. “I wanted to be ready for you.”

I groaned as I ran my shaft up her delicate length, coating myself in her juices before pushing inside her in one soft thrust.

She cried, arching against me, nipples coming into contact with my lips. I latched on, sucking and thrusting, tasting the sweet cream that beaded from her tits. “You taste like fucking heaven. How does it feel to get off to my mouth on your beautiful tits, sucking every last drop of milk out of these gorgeous nipples?”

She hummed, “Oh my God. So good, so, so, good.”

I growled, sucking harder and sliding my hand between her thighs. “Ride my hand, Cricket. Ride it rough. I want to see how hot my mouth on your tits makes you.”

She loved it when I used harsh words. We’d discovered a lot of things in the bedroom together these last few months.

My cock pounded with her moaning against me, tits out and sweet little nipples begging for my tongue. “Makes my dick leak when you sing for me like that, Cricket.”

Her neck arched back, eyes hooded and sexier than hell.

“These tits are so big and gorgeous. Seeing you walk around in those strappy little dresses is a sin.” I tugged at her nipples. “My favorite sin.”

A flirty little grin passed her lips before she purred, “Yes, Duke.”

I rubbed my palm over my dick. “That’s what I like to hear, Mrs. Madsen.”

“Not yet.”

“Less than twelve hours, baby.” I slid into her, pistoning as far and as quickly as I could. I craved her, three hours without being inside of her body was Hell.

She sang a string of curses as her legs began a slow shake, tightening around my hips as I doubled my rhythm, my own orgasm hovering just at the edge and threatening to spiral out of me at any fucking moment.

“Come, baby. Coat my dick.” Her lips clamped down as I staccatoed my thrusts to punctuate my words. She gasped, pussy clamping down in waves around my cock before she came in a violent rush. She cried out, her skin turning a pretty shade of just-fucked pink, before her body softened, eyes finally sliding open.

“Not done with you yet,” I whispered at her earlobe, catching it between my teeth as I yanked my cock from her body and fisted up the shaft. I tugged quickly, using her arousal as lube, before the orgasm I’d been barely reining in crashed over me. I sprayed seed across her flesh, white come splattering the rosy shade of her nipples and ringing her navel and driving on my orgasm. I came harder than I ever had, and my Cricket always made me come. Hard.


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