Page 52 of Dark Obsession
"I'll help." I glanced over my shoulder and gave the woman a look that told her to pipe down. Now.
"Yeah, sure. Okay." She shrugged, looking less than pleased, but walked over to the dressing room and opened it for us. "If you need me, I'll be right here. Within earshot."
I laughed and held the door for Jenna. I almost liked the old bat. Earshot. She'd be listening. Poor Jenna.
"Nate. Let me try this on and we'll go back to my place."
"Sure. Sounds fun." I reached out and ran my fingers down the side of her face. "Just make sure when you come you don't scream my name... unless you want to."
"No. Not in here." She pushed at my chest as a serious look affixed on her face.
I pulled a condom from my pocket and wiggled around her before sitting down and opening the thing.
"Nate," she whispered roughly.
"Yes, baby?" I glanced up and dragged my zipper down. My cock was so hard that I had to work the fucker out of the hole in my jeans thanks to it riding up to my bellybutton.
"No. Put that away." Her eyes widened and she put her back to me and pulled her shirt over her head.
"That's your job." I slid the condom over my dick and reached up to pull her shorts. "Take these off. Sit in my lap. Fuck me in here."
"Be quiet," she barked and swatted at me as I pulled her closer.
"You be quiet." I tugged her shorts over her thick hips and forced her panties down with them. Brushing my fingers through her thighs left my heart racing. "So wet."
"I'm not doing this." She bent down and pressed her hands to my knees as I positioned my cock against her tight slit.
"Looks like you are."
"I hate you." She pushed back and I bit my tongue from crying out. She was beyond everything I wanted in my bed, in my lap, in my fucking life.
