My pussy throbs and my body tingles in anticipation as I drop to my knees in front of him.
"That's it, sweet girl, take my cock," he says between clenched teeth, the tendons in his neck pulled tight. "Open your mouth, Bella."
I obey greedily, parting my lips, my tongue peeking out, wanting to taste him.
He runs his length along my jaw, the smooth skin pulsing as he teases. "I want you to suck it, sweetheart."
I nod, moving my head, my mouth instinctively following his movement.
My breathing is ragged at best and my chest heaves as I finally taste him.
"Such a greedy girl," he coos, finally sinking deep into my mouth. I open my throat for him and take him deeper, breathing and swallowing when I can.
"Such nice tits, Bella. And your mouth, Jesus, sweetheart, how am I supposed to control myself around you?" He moves his hips in time with my movements and threads his dexterous fingers into my hair.
I moan, my eyes meeting his as I swirl my tongue around him and reach down under my skirt to touch my soaked pussy.
I've wanted him to notice me every time I walked into this little book store, little did I know he wanted me too.
"That's right, touch yourself, greedy girl. I fucking knew you were perfect." His eyes are soft, in spite of his dirty mouth. I love it. I love everything about him.
I can't wait to finally have him inside me.
He groans pulling his glorious cock out of my mouth and leans over me, his lips crashing into mine, his tongue pushing between my lips and his strong arms lifting me off the ground. My legs wrap around his hips and my back hits the bookshelf behind me.