Page 85 of The Toy Maker

He wasn’t going to hold back much longer.

Jason let out a low groan. “You’re really a piece of work, you know that?”

As soon as I started to reply, there were two fingers buried inside my pussy. A sharp gasp tore from my lips. That was new. His fingers curled immediately, finding my most sensitive spot like he knew my body better than I did. He stroked it with slow, devastating precision, pulling a strangled sound from my throat.

I clenched my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a full moan.

But it was hard to have the upper hand when his hand was buried inside me, coaxing my body into submission. Jason pushed another finger in, stretching me, and then—he sped up.

His free hand wrapped snug around my throat, pressing me firmly against the stool.

“Don’t hold back,” he said. “I want the whole store to hear you beg for my cock.”

The idea of being caught in such a provocative position made me shiver with pleasure. Jason was determined to make me moan. His tongue toyed with my clit, circling slow enough to make me push my hips further onto his face.

My actions earned me a smack to my ass, the stinging only adding to the pleasure.

I couldn’t fight my moans any longer. The fitting room filled with the sounds of my need, echoing back at me from every direction, trapping me in my own shame and desire.

I forced myself to look at my reflection in the mirror. I watched as Jason took me however he wanted, used me however he pleased.

I watched as I gave in.

Jason straightened, yanking his belt loose. His jeans dropped, and his cock, thick, hard, and ready, stood as an unspoken invitation.

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I turned on my knees and took him into my mouth, wrapping my lips around the heat of him.

I imagined the attendant standing outside, blissfully unaware of how I was worshiping him on my knees, how Jason groaned above me, his fingers twisting into my hair as I sucked him deeper.

He let me work him for a few more minutes before gripping the back of my head and pulling me away. I gasped at the sudden loss, looking up at him through my lashes, dazed.

Jason smirked, gripping my chin. “Get up.”

I barely had time to obey before he spun me around and forced me against the mirror.

“You know, I don’t mind an audience,” he whispered. “I wonder how that attendant would react to seeing my cock pounding into your cunt.”

My nipples brushed against the mirror as he ground against me, the friction nearly sending me over the edge.

His fingers teased over my dripping cunt, so close, so achingly close.

Jason hummed, thoughtful. “Maybe I should just fuck her and let you watch.”

My entire body tensed.

The idea of watching him dominate another woman, of seeing him fuck someone else in front of me…

I whimpered.

Jason chuckled, amused. “What’s that?”

I swallowed down my pride, my jealousy, and whispered, “Fuck me. Not her.”

His grip tightened. “You want my cock all to yourself?”

I nodded frantically. “Yes,” I gasped, my breath catching as he pressed his body against mine. “I want you.”