Page 91 of Serpent & Saviors

Her eyes flicked to Andrew’s, and they seemed to have a silent exchange. Like a secret. I slipped away, feeling a slickness between my legs. My heartbeat quickened as I walked back to the room.

Seconds later, to my surprise, Andrew walked in with the outfit. I gulped as our eyes locked. A smirk played at the corner of his lips. The space seemed incredibly smaller with him in there. He leaned against the door.

“Change for me, Tori,” he commanded.

I immediately moved into action, practically ripping the dress off. His eyes raked over my body, and I prayed that the lighting was soft enough to not point out all my flaws. He sucked in his breath, and fire danced in his eyes. He handed me each piece and waited until I had them on before speaking.

“Turn around and look at how beautiful you are,” he breathed.

Heat flared under my skin at his tone. The way he ordered me around was worlds apart from Cameron. His voice was husky, and the look of pure lust in his eyes caused me to shiver. Slowly I turned, keeping my eyes down, unable to bring myself to look at the reflection in the mirror.

Without warning, he roughly grabbed my hair, he pulled my head up. “I said, look at how beautiful you are,” he hissed.

I whimpered, but opened my eyes. Unfortunately, I didn’t see what he did. Instead, all I saw was an imposter. However, I did as he instructed. Once I had looked at myself for what was surely a sufficient amount of time, I looked at him in the mirror.

In a quick move, he wrapped a hand around my waist. He pressed me against the mirror as his eyes burned into mine. “You have no idea what you do to me. I fucking need you, angel. Do you consent?”

I startled. He didn’t want me—he needed me. The words burned in my head. Andrew needed me. A warmth spread in my stomach. The fire in his eyes matched my desperation.

“Yes, Sir. I consent.”

He put one foot up on the bench for support, undid his pants and freed his cock. His hand stroked up and down the length of him; his eyes blazed with heat.

“Such a good girl,” he panted while slowly pumping his cock. “Now don’t move,” he growled low before yanking the thong to the side and lining himself up to my entrance.

He held my gaze, and with one swift move, he slammed deep inside me. His eyes closed in ecstasy.

“Ah,” I hissed at the burn, trying to accommodate his size.

My sensitive body stretched around him. Immediately, he pushed my upper body down and curved over my back. He didn’t pull out far before thrusting deep once more. He had me pushed up against the glass with my feet leaving the ground with each brutal push of his hips.

With his breath against my ear, he whispered, “I’ll never get enough of how fucking amazing your cunt feels wrapped around me. I’m going to fuck you in every pair of knickers I purchased for you today.”

“Every.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “One.” Thrust. “Of.” Thrust. “Them.”

My eyes rolled back in my head, and I leaned my head against his shoulder. “I’d like that, Sir,” I whimpered loudly, and he put his hand over my mouth.

“I’ll fill you up each time and watch as you soak through each pair…”

I shuddered, and his name came out in a muffled cry. “I love it when you call my name, Tori. But we need to be quiet this time. I don’t want to share your screams with anyone. Ever.”

He slowed his thrusts and just ground his hips into mine, rocking. His fingers pressed into my clit and rubbed. I squeezed his cock with all my might. My pussy was so slick with my arousal it was insane. He pushed deeper and deeper. With each thrust, my pussy throbbed in the sweetest way. I arched back, wanting more of him.

“Sir, I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” I said, afraid I’d make too much noise and make him mad. “If you could just stop touching my clit like that. Ooh, please,” I begged as he doubled down on it.

The click of heels came down the hall toward the changing room. “You guys need any help?” Geraldine asked sweetly.

Andrew released my mouth and nodded. “No, thank you. We’re g-g-good.” I whimpered. The sound of her heels retreating brought a sob from me.

“So fucking perfect,” he murmured before thrusting hard inside me. “I wish you could see how good your pussy is taking my cock from behind, angel.”

His ability to transform from refined and mild-mannered to a dirty mouthed animal made me dizzy. I moaned as the heat in my core grew. Threading his fingers through my hair, he pulled back, nipping my neck. All it did was make me clench down harder.

“Sir, I’m going to come.”

“So wet for me, so tight and so fucking perfect. You feel so good,” he moaned, his lips pressed against my neck. “My perfect, dirty, little angel. Letting me fuck you in public.”

“Please don’t make me come here. I’ll be too loud and it’s embarrassing,” I begged. I pushed his hands away, covering my clit with my own.