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formed on her succulent lips at my words. “However, for now, we play.”
    Her warm hands began to undo my belt, then pulled it through the hoops before flinging it off to the side. The loud clank of the buckle hitting the floor in the empty store made us both jump, and for a minute we laughed with excitement.
    Nimble fingers undid the button to my slacks, but it was Jasmine’s teeth, and her tongue kissing my hips and the “V” leading down before pulling the zipper down that made me groan.
    She bit, licked, and sucked on every inch of tanned skin she could find, leaving me at her mercy.
    “You taste so fucking good. You’re addictive, Gregory,” Jasmine murmured while the head of my cock swiped pre-come on her lips. Mercifully she took me in; at first just the head where she swirled her tongue in the slit at the very top, and then nibbled on the tip.
    If I died at this very moment, I would die a very happy man.

Chapter 12

     
    “I want you in my mouth, Sir. Can I please lick you?”  Am I supposed to say no?
    “Fuck yes, baby . . . take me in your sweet mouth.” My growl turned into a whimper as she engulfed me between those succulent lips of hers. Sweet motherfucking bliss. Jasmine hollowed her cheeks, and then began adding pressure to her suction while she pulled up and off my length.
    “Are we going to play with what’s in that container, or am I to play find the cream on my own, without instructions?” 
    Saucy little vixen. “Open the container, baby.”
    Jasmine did as asked, and her smile turned into a full blown smirk once the contents inside the sealed plastic bin were revealed. She knew where this was going. 
    “I’m giving you free liberty, Jasmine—this time.” Bright eyes shone back at me, and a devious look took over her visage. “I’d take advantage of the offer, baby. I’m not one to give over control so easy.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    I snapped with that one word. Grabbing her hair in my fist, I wrapped it around my hand, and pulled back hard.
    She hissed in pain, yet the devilish smile never retreated from her face.
    “Are you doing that shit on purpose? Are you fucking with me?” My voice was coming out in growls of anger. “This is not a fucking game, Miss Velez.”
    “I’m not playing any games,” she insisted with a whimper.
    Her eyes misted over, and just like that, I felt like an ass.
    My hand released her hair at once, and then cradled her face. “Sorry, baby. Please forgive me, sweet girl. I wasn’t trying to upset you, but you have to understand that every time that sweet, innocent voice of yours calls me ‘Sir,’ the animal in me wants to break free and dominate you; control you.” Immediately I bent at the waist to lay a gentle kiss on her lips. Before continuing, I asked her once more if she wanted to proceed; my girl didn’t disappoint.
    A small nod, and then a tender kiss to my hand was her answer. “Though, before we continue, I do have a question, Gregory.” 
    I nodded, and asked her to continue. 
    “I can do anything I’d like to you?”
    “Yes.”
    “With the cream?” Again I nodded.
    “With my tongue?” The point was punctuated by her licking the drop of pre-come which had collected on the head of my dick.
    I hissed.
    “And my fingers?” Jasmine was pumping me with one hand while the other ran down to her pussy and began to play in her own moisture.
    I groaned.
    “Fuck yes, baby, anything and everything.”
    “Just wanted to make sure,” Jasmine said then giggled.
    Naughty, naughty little cashier.
    Placing her wet fingers–the same fingers that had been inside of her pussy–into my mouth, she began to stand. Her flavor was so pungent and sweet; it was almost like melted dark chocolate on my tongue.
    She took in my nakedness with a predatory gleam, circling, and making me tremble while her hands skimmed over every inch of my desperate body.
    “I’ve wanted you like this for so long, Gregory,” Jasmine whispered in my ear. “Naked,