Page 33 of Unethical

I put my back to the curtain and turn her, grip her head, and pivot her gaze to each of the three mirrors. I make her look at herself. Her muscles tense and tighten as she eyes herself from every angle, the insecurity evident in her eyes.

“Relax. Look at how sexy you are, all dressed up like a sweet little doll instead of my doctor.” My hand slides down her lower belly, and I slip my fingers beneath the waistband and discover how wet she is.

She whimpers as I lean down and nip her shoulder, but she doesn’t speak.

“I want to make you come,” I whisper against her skin. “I want to see your pleasure from every angle.”

I slip my fingers into the seam of her pussy, and her clit swells beneath my touch. After rubbing a few circles over that sensitive spot, I push my fingers inside her to gather more of her wetness before circling her clit again.

She closes her eyes.

“Keep those eyes on me,” I say into her ear. “Don’t look away.”

Her eyes open as her pelvis tilts at my words, chasing my touch and giving me more of her. My cock aches for my own pleasure, but that will have to wait. I love watching her dressed up and trembling, and I’m not ready to stop.

I bite her shoulder again, a little harder this time, but it turns to kisses as my lips trail up her neck. She can think what she wants about me, that I’m a hardened criminal with no feelings, but I do have a soft spot. It exists, even if it’s only for her.

Her moans grow louder, and I’m forced to cover her mouth with my hand. The last thing I need is for some nosey shopper to fuck this up.

My fingers sink inside her again, and a rush of wetness and heat clamps around them. Keeping a steady rhythm, I stroke within her until her thighs begin to tremble. Her hips buck,showing me the right tempo, and I gladly oblige. I follow her direction and am rewarded with a beautiful visual as her breasts begin to rise and fall with each rapid intake of air.

She’s so close.

“I want you to see how pretty you look when you come. No matter where you turn, you’ll see your pleasure on your face. And it’s all coming from me. You know that, right?”

She nods her head, and I release her mouth.

“Be quiet as you come,” I say.

Her lips part and her ass moves against my erection as her orgasm builds. I wrap an arm around her, just beneath her breasts, so that I can support her as she loses herself. She reaches back and clutches my jeans in an iron grip, pressing her weight into me, and I hold her as she opens her mouth in a silent scream when she begins to come.

I stare at the bright flush creeping over her cheeks as I force her to watch every motion of my hand, every tremble of her thighs, and every twitch of her face as she orgasms. I get to see it all too. In every mind-bending angle.

And she’s fucking incredible.

As she comes back down, she relaxes against me and closes her eyes. I wish I could see inside her head. What is she feeling? Acceptance? Shame? Or maybe she feels nothing at all right now. Maybe I’ve given her tired mind a moment of peace.

Sarah doesn’t realize it yet, but I do. She’s changing me. Maybe not in the ways she hoped, but it’s a change, nonetheless. I’ll never be a good man, and that’s something she’ll have to accept, but I could be good to her. Only her.

I rip the tag off the lingerie set and hand it to her as I release her. “Pay for the bra.”

She blinks and wobbles on her feet, but then her mind catches up to what I’ve said. “What about the underwear?”

After looping around her so I can look into her eyes, I drop to my knees and bring her panties down with me. She grips my shoulders and steps out of them without argument, and I look up at her as I bring the lacy fabric to my mouth. I suck and lick the nectar that has gathered there. She’s delicious. So fucking sweet.

“These are mine now,” I say as I stuff them into my pocket.

She stares down at me and says nothing as she tries to process what just happened.

“Fuck, I’m starving,” I say, leaning closer to her soaked pussy. There’s no way I’m passing up an opportunity to taste the height of perfection from the source when I’m this close to it, so I slip my tongue out and clean her up.

She jerks and whimpers as I replace her wetness with my saliva. When she’s been thoroughly cleaned, I lean over and grab the granny panties she wore into the store and pocket them as well.

“What are you doing?” she whispers. “What am I supposed to wear out of here?”

“You aren’t wearing panties when you come to lunch with me.”

“I’m not going to lunch with you, Maxim.”

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