“You know this is a grove violation of my privacy, right? I can press charges because you took these pictures without my consent and then distributed them.”
“Yeah, well, add that to the list of possible death by fault and I’ll state my case in court.”
I chuckle, somehow feeling invincible by the way I look and the comments of the boys, my boys, on the photos. O walks into the changing room, and I lift an eyebrow. Is he going to watch me change into the other sets he picked out?
Before I can even try to analyze what’s going on, O crashes himself into me, giving me a toe-curling kiss. When I get over the first shock and oxygen starts flowing to my brain again, I tear myself away from him.
“What are you doing?! We’re in a store!”
“Don’t worry, I gave Janine a hundred bucks to lock up the shop for the next thirty minutes and to go grab herself a coffee.”
“And she went for that?”
“I also said we’re buying everything I brought into the changing room, and then the dollar signs in her eyes seemed to be on board with my plan.”
That actually happens in the real world? People getting bribed? I know it’s like I’m the character of a novel myself, but really, bribing? Why the hell am I even surprised anymore?
He presses me back into the changing booth until my back touches the cold mirror and I gasp. His mouth is all over me, kissing my jaw and beneath my ear, working his way to my neck. My hands glide over O, fumbling with the button of his jeans, having trouble getting it loose because his pants seem to be a little on the tight side at the moment.
When I manage to get it loose and free his cock, it springs against his belly. I slowly stroke it as O’s hands roam all over my body, playing with my nipples through the lingerie.
“Turn around, hands against the mirror,” he tells me. He doesn’t have to tell me twice. Good thing he already told Janine we’re buying the underwear, because this thong is no longer refundable.
He grabs my hips with both hands, making me take a step backwards, bending me over, having me look at myself in the mirror. He pulls my brand new thong aside and doesn’t waste a second on foreplay before he bottoms out.
I feel him fill me to the brim as he not so gently starts to pump into me. Normally, I’d close my eyes, either out of habit or out of pleasure, but looking at myself in a mirror while my breasts bounce up and down from the pounding I’m getting and the look of pure exhilaration on O’s face, make me keep them open.
He greedily stares down at my ass, where he can see himself disappear in me, the tops of his fingers pressing into my hips. His grip is so hard, there’s bound to be bruises there tomorrow, but I don’t care, because I’m holding on for dear life. Our eyes lock in the mirror and an explosion of pleasure overpowers me. I feel myself convulsing around O as he frantically keeps moving and finally tenses up behind me, following me into climax.
It takes a second before I’m able to catch my breath, but when I’m finally semi able to speak again, I start to giggle.
“What’s up?”
“What are we going to do with the remaining twenty five minutes?”
He lets his eyes roam around the dressing room, a certain hunger in his eyes. “You change into the next set. I suggest the off-white pair. I’ll make sure we’re good to go again once you’ve changed.”
Well… Okay.