Forbidden (#1)✔️

thirty-eight

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

You know sometimes I actually struggle with what the fuck to say on this note lmao.

but anyways enjoy this one...wink wink.

-----SEXY SHMEXY SEX-----

toodles. x

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JAXON'S POV:

Fuck, why did I say to go to goddamn Target. 

She stuts infront of me, pushing the damn cart, swaying her hips as if she knows I'm going to fuckin stare at her ass.

 She looks so peaceful picking everything up off the shelves that she finds fascinating. She doesn't dare ask me for anything, considering the black card of mine that she has sitting in her wallet.

We walk down the sanitary aisle and she hesitantly stops, facing the condoms.

She grabs a box of 100 XL condoms, mango flavoured. Fuck me.

Throwing them into the cart she pouts her eyes over to me and flutters them seductively. She winks at me when her skirt rises slightly farther than consensual. I feel the rush of heat flow straight down to my cock and it tightens my pants.

She's wearing a slutty looking pale green skirt that shows off her fantastic legs and makes her ass look phenomenal paired with a white sleeveless tank and flip flops.

Damn she looks fuckin incredible.

"How'd you know my size?" I ask staring at her back as she walks further down the aisle.

"Because I've seen the little man before." She says it in the most casual way ever like it's normal to see a dick on an everyday basis.

Little man? Is she having me on.

"Little man? Babe, he's barely little." I smirk, still readjusting my goddamn pants. Jesus this woman could walk past me and I'll get a hard on.

She stops in her tracks, making me walk straight into her, my boner pressed painfully against her ass.

She spins round at looks me dead in the eye, amusement shines through. What is she up to?

I flinch when I feel her cold hand presses against the waist band of my pants. She holds eye contact as she shoves her hand down towards my groin at a painfully slow pace.

I groan at her freezing fingertips wrapping around me and slowly moving along my hard on. One more pump and I'm done for. 

She smirks as she notices the strain in my eyes.

"Mmmm, nice and small." She jokes smiling. She continues moving her hand up and down my shaft, her temperature slowly adjusting to my own.

"Blaire," I grit out and she smiles wider. "Not here." She rolls her eyes and removes her hand from me, her smile instantly dropped.

"Fine." She turns back around to the cart and starts walking again. Before she can get far, I grab her arm and spin her round into my chest.

She fights against my rough grip on her wrists but she lets it happen as I slam my lips down onto hers.

My warm mouth attaches to hers and I hear her moan, making my cock grow impossibly harder.

Her tongue melts within mine and we become one for the duration of the kiss.

"Fuck." I whisper against her lips when she moans deep within her throat. I stop the kiss and drag her out of the store. Leaving our things she quickly follows behind me, clutching my hand.