“Sorry, babe.  Looks like you’re stuck with me for the weekend,” he said, a wicked look crossing his face.  “Can’t be a bad thing.  I’m sure we’ll think of things to pass the time.”

I moved closer to him and moved my hand down to his ass.  “Promise?” I asked.

He leant towards me, and brushed my lips with his, grinning at me afterwards, “Absolutely.  Now, let’s get you home.  I need to get inside you.”

Chapter 20

Madison

I rolled off J, and laid on my back, arms sprawled and huge grin plastered on my face.  “Fuck, anytime you want to do that again, just let me know.”

He shifted onto his side so that he was facing me and smiled, “I want to do that to you all the fucking time, baby.”

I eyed him, “Well, you’ll have to wait for a bit because we have shopping to do this morning.”

He shook his head and looked pained.  “You might have shopping to do, babe, but I sure as shit don’t.”

“Yes, you do.  You’re coming with me, to help me find new clothes,” I informed him.

It was Saturday morning, and we had enjoyed a lazy sleep in and fantastic wake up sex, and now, J had to man up and come shopping with me.

“I think you can find clothes all by yourself,” he muttered, as he got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.

Just before he closed the door, I yelled out, “Yeah, you’re right.  I’ll get some really short dresses and tight skirts.”

He didn’t reply but five minutes later when he emerged, he muttered, “Get up, babe.  We’ve got shopping to do.”

I smiled to myself.  He was so easy to manipulate sometimes.

We got ready and were out the door an hour later, J grumbling that it had taken me so long to get ready.  “I’m not sure why it takes you so long, babe.”

I pointed at my face and my hair.  “Do you think women just wake up looking this good?”  I asked him.

“You looked good to me an hour ago, before you put all that shit on your face,” he said, opening the car door for me and helping me in.

I smiled at him as he shut the door, and waited for him to come around the car and get in, before saying, “Sometimes you say the sweetest things.”

“So, how long does shopping take?  Tell me it’s quick,” he almost begged.

I laughed.  “You’ll be home for dinner,” I promised, with a teasing wink.

He rolled his eyes and muttered, “Fuck.”

Three hours later, I had purchased an entire new wardrobe, and J had reached the end of his patience.  I was surprised and impressed that he had lasted this long.  The morning had started out fun with him enjoying some private little shows as I tried on numerous outfits.  This had almost ended in us screwing in one of the dressing rooms, but the sales assistant had put a stop to that and asked us to leave.  J hadn’t been impressed with her and had told her exactly what he thought of her, and her uptight pussy.  She had threatened to call the police so I dragged him out of there before the situation got completely out of hand.

We had visited a stack of stores in between then and now, and J was insistent that this was the last one.  I had just tried on a dress that I knew I had to have, and J was leaning against the changing room door watching me.  Stepping out of the dress, I handed it to him and said, “This one’s a definite.”

He took it and eyed my body, clad only in bra and knickers.  “Babe, that’s the last one.  You’re driving me crazy here.  Three hours of watching you get in and out of dresses, and my dick is having a fit.”  He stepped closer to me and wrapped his hands around my ass, pulling me into him so that I could feel his erection.  Dipping his head, he stole my mouth in a kiss.  Hard and passionate, the kiss hit me in my core and I moaned with pleasure.  He deepened the kiss, and reached one hand into my knickers to touch my clit, slowly circling it.  “You want me to fuck you with my finger or my dick?” his voice was low and rough.

“What do you think, baby?” I responded.  As if there was any choice between the two.

He chuckled.  “Thought so.”  Continuing to massage my clit, he backed me up against the wall, while I undid his jeans and pulled his cock free.  I stroked it, circling the tip every couple of strokes.  He groaned into my mouth, “Christ, babe.  Really need in you now.  This isn’t gonna take long, not after you’ve been working me up all morning.”

I lifted one leg to wrap around his waist and he pulled the other leg up.  His cock sat at my entrance and, unable to wait any longer, I pushed myself against him so that he entered me.  I was so wet for him and he slid straight in, filling me, and setting off a wave of pleasure from my pussy out.

J grunted as he pulled back out, and then thrust in hard, his balls slapping me.  He set the pace with his hard and fast thrusts, and, knowing my tendency to scream, he lent his elbow against the wall to steady himself while he covered my mouth with his hand.  It was a blur of bodies slapping together, eyes meeting in between thrusts, and intense pleasure shooting through my body.  J hadn’t been kidding when he said it wouldn’t last long; not even ten minutes later and he came, with me not far behind.

He leaned against me for a moment, and then pulled out and let me down.  “That’s what you get for teasing me for three fucking hours,” he smirked, as he tucked his cock back into his jeans and did himself up.