As expected, a heavy bang slams against the door. “This is your only warning. You need to leave that room. I’ve called the police.”
That was a bit quick for a call to the police. Fuck. We’ve had enough with the police today.
Pepper’s eyes widen as she stares upward. I fully expect her to tell me to stop. This is fucked up. I shouldn’t have dragged her in here. I’m a grown man. I could’ve waited until we got home to touch her.
“Don’t stop, Daddy. Fill me up!” she pants, her face contorting like she’s too close to the edge.
Well… that face solves all my concerns.
With somebody on the other side of the door banging, I slam into my girl’s tight little pussy, taking in the view of her precious, little body while I scrub her clit and knead her thigh.
“Jesus, baby. Daddy’s right there.” I thrust in harder, each stroke tighter than the last as her pussy clenches down on me.
Keys jingle on the other side of the door, but I can’t stop.
“Go, Daddy,” she pants. “I’m so close.”
I pick up the pace, the slap of our bodies echoing in the small room with the moans, grunts, and sighs. There’s no doubt about what we’re doing here, and at least three people are bickering about it on the other side of the door.
“Come now,” I demand, my free hand now tightened around her ankle. “I’m gonna blow.”
A single thrust later and the room goes dark, my shoulders relax, and I growl out as my balls pulse and empty inside of her.
Jesus Christ.
A fraction of a second later, the door pushes open, catching on the shelf and someone from the outside sticks their hand in to try to move it out of the way.
It’s then that my girl let’s go. Her thighs tighten and convulse, her hand slips under her shirt, squeezing at her perfectly round tits, and her mouth hangs open, the sweetest sounds carrying out into the tiny space.
“Oh my God,” she pants, her cheeks a shade of red I’ve never seen before. “What do we do now?”
“You come out of there and you go to jail!” a woman on the other side of the door barks. “This is sick!”
Pepper bites back a smile and shakes her head as I help her off the box and lean into her lips. “I’m going to walk out like nothing happened. Follow my lead.”
“But what if she took a video?” she whispers so low I can barely understand her.
“If she had, she’d have said that by now. It’s okay.” I take her hand in mine, any guilt I should feel replaced by the overwhelming sense of relaxation that release just gave me. “Daddy will take care of the mean lady.”
I push the shelf out of the way with one hand and the disgruntled woman in a dark pink hoodie and tight ponytailnearly falls forward, though she catches herself on the edge of the door. Her gaze draws upward slowly as though she wasn’t expecting me to be so big.
I stare toward her, unblinking. It’s a trick I learned in the military. Sometimes, you don’t need to raise your voice or make any dramatic moves. Sometimes, you just let silence do the work. Most people can’t stand being looked at. They start shifting and second guessing themselves as the weight of stillness bears down on them.
I keep my breathing slow, my expression flat. A moment later, her confidence begins to waver. It’s subtle. A flicker in her eyes. The smallest step back.
That’s all I need.
Nodding once toward the disgruntled woman, I hold Pepper’s hand in mine and grab the tray of food she’d gathered off the table before heading toward the register where the very same woman who was trying to break into the closet is now ringing us out.
When we’re out in the dark hallway, Pepper glances toward me with narrowed brows and half a smile. “What was that?”
“It’s a simple tactic I learned in the Army. You look at someone long enough and they crack. They always do.”
“No,” she laughs. “That woman didn’t crack because you were staring at her. Well… I guess technically she did, but she was totally into you.”
“What? No.”
“Yes! I heard her gasp when we walked out of the room. She was enamored by you. Trust me, I know the look. I’ve had it myself.”