Page 138 of Withered

I smile, knowing that he gave in quicker, and I won.

“There are so many things I want to do to you. You’d run away if you had a glimpse of what’s going on in here.” He taps his head on the side.

I could think of a few things that we have done. But when it comes to things like this, my knowledge is zero.

He takes off my shorts, and I yank away his shirt. My panties join my shorts on the ground. I moan out loud at the sudden intrusion of his finger.

“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet.” He stops and asks in a seductive tone, “Tell me what you want. I’ll give it to you.”

“You. Only you,” I mumble.

“Tongue or finger?” He puts his finger so close to my opening.

“Both,” I answered impatiently. I’m aching for any sort of attention he can give me.

Jake wastes no time and gives me what I want. My moans became louder and more breathless after a few minutes. I clutch my comforter until my body begins to shake and a familiar sensation rushes through me, making a tight knot in my stomach. He quickens his finger’s pace, and with Jake’s name, I feel the strongest pleasure I’ve ever felt.

Jakeisalreadyboredafter five minutes in the mall. We haven’t even decided on a store yet, and he’s ready to leave. Tyler and Kristy were meant to join us, but Tyler’s parents are in town.

“Where should we go?” I ask Jake, who is looking around the stores.

This is the time when I miss Kristy because she knows everything. She’d definitely pull me around all the stores, force me to try the best ones, and then force me to buy most of them. Some of which are still untouched in my closet with their tags on.

“Let’s go back.” Jake sounds bored.

I roll my eyes as I grip his wrist as we stroll further into the mall. Jake grumbles, but he’ll just have to put up with me.

“This is expensive as shit,” he comments as we pass some extravagant stores. This mall houses one of the top brands, yet I know nothing about it.

“I’m going to buy you a tux,” I tell him.

“You don’t need to,” he continues, saying, “I’m sure I can get one for myself.”

I come to a standstill and gaze at him. “But I want to get you something.”

“I’m getting one for myself,” Jake argues.

“You just said this is pricey,” I imply.Oh no, that wasn’t what I intended.

“So? I can buy myself a tux.” Jake sounds irritated. “I don’t want your money, Evans.” He scowls.

I was afraid of this.“This has nothing to do with money,” I add softly.

“Really? Because it feels like you’re just trying to show off your money.” His voice rises.

Some people stop by and look at us. We often bicker, but he shouldn’t do it in front of strangers in the middle of a mall.

I take a deep breath. “Jake, stop it. People are watching.”

He finally acknowledges his surroundings. He takes my hand in his and walks around the corner.

I smile as an idea comes to me. “What about this? Get me some shoes, and I’ll get you a tux.” There is no reason to argue. Let’s just call it a truce.

His eyes widen, his anger easing off. “You are something.”

“Fine. Let’s go,” he says this while looking around the mall.

He pulls me closer and whispers in my ear, “How about we get you a dress first? You could put on a show for me.”

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