Page 95 of Saved By My Buyers

Her gray eyes are blown with desire behind the contacts, and she nods, panting. My hand interferes with her oxygen until she can’t breathe, and I pull down the lace of her pretty bra to suck on her nipple.

Dahlia’s thighs rub together, seeking friction that she won’t be getting unless I give it to her. Her panties are the ones that she walked into the store with, and I pull them tightly up, so they slip between her lips, rubbing against her clit.

I tease her until her eyes roll back, and then release her to drop between her thighs. Dahlia’s eyes are wild, her breaths harsh as she pulls in oxygen. I’m not even done yet.

Moving the material I buried in her pussy to the side, I lift her leg to my shoulder to kiss her clit gently.

“Please,” she whispers. “Don’t be mean.”

I won’t be mean now, I’ll have Jack help me with that.

Dahlia

I think I’m addicted to orgasms, or maybe I’m just addicted to the people who give them to me. Bee is on her knees making me wild as she licks my pussy, and I’m trying desperately to stay quiet as I squeeze and pull at my nipples.

I am slowly learning my body, what I need, and I need nipple play and clit stimulation in order to come.

Her lips and tongue surround my clit, fingers pushing inside of me, making my pussy throb with the memory of Jack’s cock. I’m still sore from earlier, though it doesn’t stop me from clamping down on her fingers.

My hand slaps across my mouth to stifle the soft gasps and moans I’m helpless to hold back.

“How is everything going?” Liona asks as my toes begin to curl and my head tips back to stare at the ceiling as I ask myself what I did to deserve this.

I’m overdramatic, but the last thing I want is to have her hear me come. The sound of my drenched pussy sucking in Bee’s fingers feels really loud to me. Can she hear it from outside of the curtain?

“We’re good,” Bee purrs, continuing to watch me as my chest heaves from exertion. I’m so fucking close! “Actually, if there’s anything else in a deep-violet color in perhaps a dress, could you add it to our collection? The jumpsuit I found looked so pretty on her.”

“Yes! You know, I think I saw a cocktail dress and a mini in that shade,” Liona says, hurrying off. Bee’s wicked smirk is all I can see for a second before she resumes licking me out, sucking, and curling her fingers.

My mouth opens in a soundless scream as I find my release all over her fingers and tongue, sagging against the wall as I come down from the high. My hand drops to my side, the only thing that’s holding me up is the fucking wall and Bee.

My harsh breaths fill the air as she gets up slowly, her fingers tangling in my hair to kiss me thoroughly, making sure I taste myself as I suck on her tongue.

“Better get dressed, baby. She’ll be back any second, and I still need to feed you,” she murmurs.

“You’re not hungry?” I rasp, my movement sluggish as I move to get dressed.

Bee cleans off her chin before peeking out of the curtains. “Oh, that’s perfect,” she says happily. “Can she wear it out of the store by chance?”

“Absolutely,” Liona says. “I’ll grab some shoes to go with it. I also suggest the purple bra set for this dress.”

There’s amusement in her voice, and I drop my face in my hands. God, there’s no way she couldn't know what we were doing, right? I wasn’t exactly quiet. Bee pops her head back in with the dress, smirking as she hands it to me.

The length doesn’t bother me because I used to make a living wearing a lot less, and I’m fairly certain it’ll cover my ass.

“Wet panties aren’t very comfortable, Dee, you should change those,” she says before giggling.

Rolling my eyes at her, I do as she suggests, I watch as she puts my panties in her purse. Such a goddamn brat. Once dressed, I gaze in the mirror, eyes wide as I fix my hair. This color is amazing, complimenting the flush in my skin after my orgasm. I look freshly fucked.

Welp, there’s no way I’m going to be leaving without making some sort of impression. Thank fuck for that NDA.

“Bowen, I hope you don’t mind that I pulled a dress for you as well,” Liona says as Bee pulls open the curtain. “If you’re planning to go out, you may as well look as good as she does.”

Liona sounds smug as she gives her the dress and shoes. “Do we have a keep pile?” she asks.

“We do,” I confirm, picking up the clothes I really liked. It’s a good amount, and everything I tried on helped me figure out what I enjoy putting on my body. Some fabrics I hated the moment it touched my skin, so I think I have some sensory sensitivity that I didn’t realize I had.

“Thank you, Liona. I feel like we kind of made a mess.”

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