Page 9 of Mr. Naughty And Mrs. Nice

“It would look better on the floor,” I say in a deep throaty voice as I slide my palm onto her breast.

The sweater is pretty damn soft and it looks phenomenal on Jemma. Definitely not going to give it to my sister after this though. I’ll buy it for my girl.

Our mouths connect again and we nearly crash into the mirror as we stumble around. I slide my hand onto her ass, making her whimper as I squeeze it. Her hips are rolling and I can tell that sweet little pussy is desperate for some loving too.

“Next, I’m going to have you try on some panties,” I growl on her lips.

“I can’t,” she moans breathlessly. “I’ll get them too wet.”

Whatever restraint I had holding me back cracks. I slide my hand between her thighs and rub her needy little pussy. Her hips start rolling and she whimpers as I kiss her again.

Ineedto touch her without anything between us. I need to feel her wetness. I want to be soaked in it.

With a possessive growl, I slide my hand into her pants, slipping my fingertips into her panties.

“Yes,” she moans as I push down further, over her trimmed hair and onto her silky wet mound. My fingers part her soft lips and she gasps as I dip my index finger inside her.

“Oh god,” she moans as I finger her juicy cunt, sliding in and out, in and out. I rub her hard little clit with my fingertip as she grips my arm and opens her mouth.

“Oh shit,” she cries as I rub her harder and faster, trying to make this needy little pussy cum.

Her body starts convulsing in my arms. She looks up at me with desperate eyes and I can tell she’s about to cum.

“Cum on me,” I growl over her open mouth. I have one arm holding her quivering body up and I’m making her moan with the other.

She grips my jacket and grits her teeth as her orgasm overtakes her. Her shoulders shake, her legs give out, and she whimpers, trying not to scream as the heated bliss rips through her body.

Wet sticky pussy juice coats my fingers as I rub her lips. I know this won’t be the last time I have my hands on her soft perfect pussy. I’ll make sure of that.

She’s mine now. I’m going to be between these legs every damn day.

When the whimpering stops, she gets control of her legs and stands up shakily, letting go of my now wrinkled jacket.

“Oh my god,” she whispers, flustered and in disbelief about what just happened. She steps away from me and smoothes her hair out. She’s breathing hard. Her cheeks are flushed pink. “I’ve never?—”

Someone knocks on the door and she snaps to attention, any lingering blooms of pleasure still floating within her dry up on the spot.

A key slides into the lock.

“Shit!” she says as she runs over just as it opens. “Elena! Hi!”

A stern-looking lady looks in, frowning at us both.

“What are you doing in here?” she says, making it clear she doesn’t approve. “This section is supposed to be closed.”

“I was just helping this gentleman choose a sweater,” Jemma says, looking flustered.

“Why areyouwearing it?” she asks, looking her up and down.

“She’s the same size as my sister,” I say, jumping in to save my girl.

Elena frowns harder when she looks at Jemma’s messy hair and flushed cheeks. She spots my wrinkled suit jacket and puts her hands on her hips.

“I knowexactlywhat’s going on here,” she says, narrowing her eyes on Jemma. “And you’re fired.”

“Hey,” I say in my big bad boss tone as I step forward. “I don’t know what you?—”

“It’s okay,” Jemma says as she puts a hand on my chest. “I didn’t really want to work my last two shifts anyway.”

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