Page 19 of Winter's Daddy

Insanity.

“You okay in there, babygirl?”

“Oh… uh… yeah…”

“Do you need help?”

“What?!” I squeak.

His deep laugh makes my insides heat. “If you need help, you only need to ask. I’ll happily undress you.”

My pussy says, ‘Yes, please!’ Thank goodness my brain is more sensible. “I’ll be out in a moment…”

“Winter?”

“Yes?”

“Quit looking at the price tags, or I’ll have Sasha cut them all off.”

How did he know that’s what I’m doing? It’s crazy how easily he reads me. It’s even crazier that I love it. I pull on the jeans, finding they fit me like a glove. I’ve never had a pair of pants fit so perfectly. It’s almost like they were made for me. The sweater feels decadent against my skin. So soft and warm. It’s a deep purple and hangs slightly off one shoulder, adding a sexy touch to an otherwise conservative top. For the first time since we came into the store, I’m feeling excited about being here.

I walk out of the changing area and to the little platform in front of the mirrors. I step up and look at myself. I almost don’t recognize myself. It’s weird how different I look in clothes that actually fit properly. My secondhand clothes were functional and nothing more. I didn’t dress for style, only function and comfort. These clothes are both stylish and luxurious. If I had walked into the store wearing these clothes, Sasha wouldn’t have looked twice at me.

“You look beautiful,” Jude says, smiling. “Do you like it?”

I nod. “The sweater is so soft.”

“Come here, babygirl.”

Unsure of what he wants but not wanting to deny him, I go to him. When I’m within touching distance, he reaches out and runs his fingers across my bare shoulder and down my arm, stroking the soft fabric. He makes a low humming noise in his throat.

“It is soft… Not as soft as your silky skin,” he growls.

Once again, I’m blushing because of his words. I swear I will be permanently pink if he keeps it up. Not that I’m going to complain. I like that he thinks my skin is soft. I want him to want to touch me.

“Try on the red dress, babygirl.”

I nibble on my bottom lip. The red dress is the one item that I argued with him about. It’s gorgeous like all the other clothes he picked, but I have no need for something so fancy. I protested when he handed it to Sasha, not that it did any good. Even though I don’t see the point, I’ll try it on for him. I don’t think I could deny this man anything.

I wiggle into the dress and quickly realize I cannot wear a bra with it. I take my bra off and pull up the zipper, grateful it’s on the side so I don’t need help. The dress fits like a second skin. It’s sexy but in a classy way. I’ve worn fewer clothes for work that are deemed sexy, but I’ve never felt sexy in them. This dress makes me feel sexy. I’m both nervous and excited to see Jude’s reaction.

When I walk out this time, I look at him. I want to see his expression when he sees me in the dress. I’m not disappointed. He’s looking at me like a predator stalking his prey. I can practically feel his gaze like a touch on my skin. My nipples harden under his attention. He lets out a low growl when he notices, then crooks his finger at me, beckoning me to him.

I don’t hesitate to go to him this time. His eyes heat further with my every step, promising something I can’t put a name on. I stop a scant inch away from his parted knees and bite my bottom lip, waiting for whatever he’s going to do. I let out a squeal when he grabs me around the waist and pulls me onto his lap, so I’m straddling him.

“You look fucking delicious in this dress, babygirl.”

He runs his rough palms up and down my thighs, the skirt of the dress inching up slowly. My breaths come in short pants while my pulse flies like a hummingbird’s wings. The feeling of his hands on my bare skin is enough to drive me crazy. My pussy is wet and needy for something I’ve never desired before. I can feel his hard length beneath me, and I can’t stop myself from rocking against him.

Like a switch has been flipped, he grips the back of my neck and pulls my lips to his in a heart-stopping kiss. His mouth is firm but gentle on mine as he kisses me. He grips my hip with his free hand and tugs me closer, bringing my pussy directly over his cock. I gasp out a moan, rubbing myself on him. He takes full advantage, sweeping his tongue through my parted lips to tangle with mine.

Our tongues move together in an erotic dance while the firm hand on my hip encourages my movements. I’m so wet that I worry I’ll leave a wet spot on his pants. If I wasn’t so lost in pleasure, I’d probably be mortified that I’m experiencing my first real kiss turned heavy make-out session in the dressing room of a fancy store. As it is, I’m too lost in Jude to care.

He breaks the kiss, leaving me panting to catch my breath. I tilt my head as he trails kisses down my neck. His mouth feels amazing on my skin, and I want more. I never want him to stop. I grind myself down on him harder, desperately seeking the release his touch promises.

“You’re so fucking sexy like this. Lips kiss-swollen, cheeks flushed with desire… Those sexy sounds you’re making have my cock harder than it’s ever been. I want to bury myself inside your tight little pussy and fuck you until I’m dripping with your come.”

His dirty words cause my pussy to clench. Virgin or not, I want what he’s offering. I don’t care that we’re in public. My only focus is on how good he’s making me feel. I’m teetering on the edge of release, but no matter how much I rub against him, I just can’t get there. I whimper and moan, needing more.

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