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I immediately feel twelve again as we give her a wave goodbye.
We findthe clerk’s office and fill out the proper paperwork. Once Weston pays the sixty dollars, we’re sent on our way. I can’t stop grinning, and neither can he as I hold the certificate that will makeusofficial.
We pass by a few court officers, and before we exit from the side door of the building, Weston pulls me into a closet. An empty bucket and mop are inside, but I barely notice because his lips quickly devour mine.
“Mmm,” I moan against him. “Are you trying to break my daily record?”
“What’s your number?” he asks, his fingers sliding down my body, teasing and taunting me.
When he adds pressure between my thighs, I can’t help but bite my bottom lip. I’m so needy as he slides one hand insidemy panties.
“How many, gorgeous?”
“Six,” I breathlessly say when his fingers brush against my swollen clit.
A moan escapes me, and my body arches toward him. My pussy throbs for him, begging for more, but he wastes zero time.
“Solo?” His eyes almost darken.
“Yes. And I was thinking about you,” I gasp out. “No man has been able to bring me there except you.”
“I had no idea it was like that,” he growls out. “I love making you come. Those little whimpers that release from your throat? So goddamn sexy. Like right now.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head as he teases me.
“Shh. Don’t want anyone to hear.” He covers my mouth with his other hand.
He slides two fingers down me, spreading my wetness along my slit before pushing two digits back inside. Weston moves at a tortuous pace as my cunt clenches around his big fingers. My legs nearly go weak, and he catches me, chuckling.
“You work me up so fast,” I sigh, knowing I’ll spill over at any second.
Weston pumps his fingers in and out of me so damn good. I can hear how wet I am for him, and it only turns me on more.
He curls his fingers inside me, finding my G-spot, causing me to see stars. He finger-fucks me harder and faster, adding his thumb to the mix against my clit.
“You know what I love?” I mutter against his lips.
“Fuck yes,” he mutters. “You love my fingers buried deep inside of you, filling you up.”
My heart races when I hear a voice coming closer. Footsteps click against the marble floor, but Weston doesn’t give a fuck as he continues to give me what I want. I’m so close. My body tenses and my breathing grows ragged. The orgasm builds like a storm in the distance, but I miscalculate.
My eyes slam shut. “Wes.”
My pussy clenches around his fingers, and I come so hard that my legs tremble. I cover my mouth, not allowing a single moan to escape. He doesn’t stop, knowing how horny I am for him, and he continues to rub my clit. His fingers stay buried inside me as I fully ride it out. When he tries to remove his hand from my panties, I shake my head, holding him there.
“I want another one. Make me come again,” I demand, barely down from my current high.
His presence looms over me like a dark cloud on the horizon.
“Your greedy cunt can’t get enough.” His voice is low and gravelly.
“Never,” I say, barely able to speak and form words.
His fingers return, circling my sensitive nub, and I grind against him.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he purrs, and I know he’s smirking.
My body hums with anticipation as he pushes my jeans and panties down to my knees.