Chapter 1

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"We could just lock the store," he smirked.
"People would still see," I said shyly.
"We put up a sign that says closed for whatever reason, and then we can go in the back," he said.
"If you can think of a good reason that won't get us in trouble," I said. "Then I'll agree, Rick."
He smiled and started texting someone.
"You might wanna go prepare the back," he said. "I have permission to close the store to calm you down. Terry knows how bad your anxiety is; I told her it just hit you full force after you saw someone."
"You bastard," I said, smiling.
"That's me," he said. "I'll write the sign, and you just make sure we won't break anything."
I rolled my eyes with a smile still on my face. I walked to the back with my face in my hands. This boy knows too much about me to make it believable. I still can't believe a guy like him is interested in me. Or maybe he only wants to sleep with me. Either way, I need this little stress release, and he does too. I moved things around in the back to make room, and I got so distracted I didn't hear him come in. He put his hands on my waist and started kissing my neck.
"Your ponytail is just low enough that I can pull it without hurting you," he said, wrapping his hand around my hair.
He pulled my hair softly, eliciting a moan from me.
"I knew you were freaky," he said. "You're too shy not to be."
He put his hands under my shirt as I turned around. I helped him take it off me. He groaned. He pulled my bra off and started to kiss my breast. I pulled his shirt off and ran my fingers through his hair. He worked his tongue around my nipple. I moaned, throwing my head back. I pushed him away gently.
"Can I?" I asked, stuttering. "If it's okay with you. Can I get on my knees?"
He groaned again and said yes. He unbuckled his belt and slid it off in haste. He pulled down his shorts, and then I stopped him.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"You're going fast," I said. "Do you want to enjoy this or just be quick?"
"I want to enjoy this," he said.
"Good," I whispered, kissing his neck.
I kissed his chest until I reached his boxers. I slowly pulled them off. I ran my tongue along the side of it and kissed the tip. He pushed his hips forward, so I rubbed them to steady him.
"Calm down, big boy," I said. "I just want a little something sweet before the main course."
He nodded, and I took his length into my mouth. He threw his head back and moaned.
"That feels so good," he said.
I bobbed my head up and down as I looked up at him. He put his hand on my head and started to guide me. I took more of him until I began to gag. He thrust into my mouth, and tears sprang to my eyes. I started massaging his balls as his eyes rolled back into his head. I sucked a little harder before moving down to his balls. I took one in my mouth, and he started to shake. He quickly pulled me up and kissed me. He put his forehead against mine.
"If you kept going like that, I would've finished then," he said.
I grinned and kissed his cheek. I took my pants and panties off.
"Why are you wearing lace? Expecting to get fucked?" he laughed.
"Contrary to popular belief," I said. "Girls wear lace or lingerie to feel confident, not to impress people."
He nodded and put his hands on my waist.
"Last chance to back out," he said. "You can still say no."
"Rick," I said. "I just had your balls in my mouth. I'm way past no, right now."
He smiled and said good point. He hoisted me up by my legs. He held me against the fridge. I gasped as he captured my lips in his. I wrapped my legs around him. He lined up between my legs.
"Are you ready?" he asked softly.
I nodded. Rick started to push in. I gasped and grabbed his shoulders.
"You're so tight," he whispered in my ear.
He stayed still for a moment. I nodded eagerly.
"I'm ready," I said. "Please give it to me."
He smirked. He thrust in again. I moaned louder.
"Oh fuck," he said, getting faster. "You're squeezing me, baby."
"I'm sorry," I moaned.
"No," Rick said. "Please keep doing it. It feels great."
He thrust harder, and one hand drifted to my breast. He squeezed my right nipple, and I squealed.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked.
"No, no," I said. "Please do that again. It felt terrific."
He smirked and dipped his head down to my left nipple. He sucked on my left while tweaking my right. He grabbed the bottom of my legs and backed up from the fridge. He lay on the floor with me on top.
"Can you ride me?" he asked. "I know you're knees aren't too strong."
"Getting better with practice," I said.
I lifted myself until just the tip was inside. He groaned while throwing his head back. Rick gripped my hips as I slid down his length. I felt full as our hips collided. I started to shake due to pleasure.
"Oh fuck," he said. "You're so tight."
I started to bounce softly. Suddenly he gripped my hips and slammed into me.
"I'm a man," Rick said. "Not a boy. Don't be afraid you're going to crush me. I can take that if you can handle my dick."
I shook in ecstasy and bounced a little faster. I bit my lip so I wouldn't be too loud. He reached up and pulled my lip from my teeth.
"Daddy wants to hear you scream."
I jerked my hips against him. He pulled me down gently.
"Too much?" he asked.
I shook my head. I leaned down to his ear.
"Does that mean Daddy likes this pussy wrapped around his cock?"
He smirked and flipped us over. He put me on my knees and bent forward.
"I'm going to make you scream, baby girl," Rick said.
He rocked his hips into mine. I pushed back to try to get him deeper. He bent forward and reached his hand around to my clit. He started rubbing gently. My legs shook, and I threw my hips back at him.
"Fuck," he said. "That's my little slut. Fuck yourself on Daddy's cock."
I grabbed his wrist as I kept bouncing back. I moaned. I felt him twitch inside me.
"You want to take it all, baby?" he whispered. "You want Daddy to cum inside you?"
I let his wrist go and nodded.  He growled and thrust his hips. He pulled out and came on my back.
"Fuck," he said. "Where did you learn that?"
"Learn what?" I asked, panting.
"Learn to suck like that," Rick said.
"From someone who didn't appreciate it," I said.
"I'm kinda glad he didn't," he said.

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