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Lexie Goes Shopping (Borrowed Billionaire #2) Page 6
Author: Mimi Strong

I shivered at the touch of his wet tongue.

If we'd been na**d already, I would have thrown myself desperately at him, but we weren't.

I could hear other people on the other side of the door, other women talking to the sales girls about clothes.

“Do you have this in a size six?” some woman said, at the same time as Mr. Hubert reached up under my loose-fitting skirt and rubbed the tops of my thighs.

The salesgirl said, “You're a size six? No way, you're a four, you tiny thing!”

The woman giggled.

As I was distracted by the conversation, Mr. Hubert roughly turned me around and pulled my ass down against his crotch.

He was so hard down there, inside his pants, and I hadn't even noticed!

I hiked up my skirt so I could feel him against my skin and through my panties, but he still had his pants on. I rubbed myself on the rising lump that was his manhood, restricted inside his pants.

He moaned, almost inaudibly. The ladies getting changed in the adjacent rooms wouldn't have heard him, but I did, and I loved it. I wanted to hear him moan, louder, even. I wanted us to get caught. I wanted some old lady with a tiny, yappy purse dog to yank open our change room door and shriek in horror just as Mr. Hubert's c**k exploded all over the interior of the room.

I rocked my h*ps and rubbed myself on him, angling my torso to the side so I could get a glimpse of his face behind me, in the mirror.

Just as we made eye contact, he reached up with something, sticking it against my mouth. It was one of my lollipops, that he'd pulled out of my purse. The green one. I opened my mouth and took it in, closing my eyes to show him how much I liked it.

After a few moments of grinding like this, I turned around and faced him, still sucking the lollipop. I took my blouse the rest of the way off and hung it from a hook so it didn't get rumpled on the floor.

He pointed to the bra, so I removed that next.

His eyes lit up. As he admired my br**sts, I did too.

Unlike Mrs. Hubert's, mine were natural, and they were … in a word, spectacular. The gorgeous soft lighting inside the high-end change room made them look like million dollar babies. I wanted to stick them in my own mouth, but Mr. Hubert pulled me toward him and he gently sucked on one and then the other, flicking my ni**les with a very skilled tongue.

He took a break to kiss me, once, and I passed the green lollipop over to him, with my tongue. It clacked against his teeth as he accepted it.

My hand ran down his chest, then back up to loosen his tie further and undo his dress shirt. He leaned forward and allowed me to pull off his suit jacket and hang it on a wooden hanger inside the room. He let me remove his tie and then his shirt. His shirt was off-the-rack, not custom-made like Mr. Thorne's shirts, but it was still a luxurious, crisp cotton. I hung it from the hook, over top of my own cream-colored blouse. He was in his dress pants, and I was in my skirt, which was now bunched up around my waist, like an awkward fabric belt. I stepped back and slipped out of my skirt, so I was down to just my panties, a modest white cotton pair.

He said, around the green lollipop in his mouth, “White cotton?”

“I'm a good girl,” I said. “Why, do I look like the type to wear slutty underwear?”

“I guess not,” he said.

I moved to kneel down then, licking his hard little ni**les and then running my tongue through the downy silver hair leading down to his treasure.

I used one hand to massage his c**k through his pants. It felt thick, and even thicker through the fabric.

“I understand there are rules,” I said.

He nodded, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He took the lollipop out of his mouth and said, “Just one rule.”

I tried my best to stroke his member with my hand, through the pants, as I licked and sucked at delicious spots on his torso. His c**k got harder and harder in my hand.

I stood in front of him, leaning forward, then grabbed one of his hands, which had been holding the wet green lollipop. I licked and sucked on the lollipop in his hand. “So sweet,” I said around the candy. “I wish I had something more substantial to put in my mouth.”

He moved his other hand to my white cotton panties and slipped his fingers into them, and then paused as his fingertips made contact with my hot, wet skin.

“Never mind that,” he said. “How about we switch spots?”

I agreed and switched with him, taking his spot seated on the tall bench, keeping the green lollipop in my mouth. I was enjoying the combination: green apple sweetness in my mouth, his sexy cologne and body scent in my nose, the sound of ladies shopping for clothes all around us, and his long fingers running in the wild waterpark in my panties. He pulled my cotton panties off so roughly, I heard one of the seams tear.

“Sorry,” he said, looking sheepish.

“I'll buy more,” I said.

He knelt before me.

I was completely na**d now, and I saw myself in the changing room mirror across from me. I looked like a hot  p**n  star, flushed with passion  and pink all over. I held my knees together meekly, afraid of seeing my own pu**y in the mirror.

He grabbed me by the knees and made eye contact. His silver-blue eyes were kind and yet also devilish. Oh dear! What had I gotten myself into!

He forcefully pulled my legs apart and dove at me with his face, devouring my aching pu**y. I came immediately, sucking hard on the green lollipop in my mouth to keep from crying out. He slipped one finger and then two fingers in to enjoy the sensation of my walls shuddering from my pleasure.

He leaned back and looked up at me with surprise on his face. “That was all me?” he asked.

I nodded. “You did that to me.”

He looked like a guy who'd just discovered something magical. “I'm going to do it again,” he said, and he dove back at my quivering mound.

I arched my back. I'd been sliding down that mountain, post-climax, but with a few quick flicks of his tongue, he reversed my direction and sent me climbing back up again. I'd never experienced multiple orgasms before, but Suzanne had told me about the experiments she'd done with her husband, before they got all boring and married. The key was to not come down, but keep driving up, up to the next peak.

Mr. Hubert got more comfortable, throwing both of my legs over his shoulders, and leaning into it, giving his lips and tongue a little more power. Power! He was like a power tool, banging away at my cl*t like the Energizer bunny.

I ran one hand over his silver hair, softly, so as not to distract him from what he was doing. We'd never been together, and he didn't know me at all, and yet, he was doing everything exactly right.

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