Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 72561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
She also watched; both of us were zeroed in on the point where I stopped and she began.
The tight fit of her thighs and the slickness of the water and soap almost made the entire action feel like the real thing.
“I need you inside of me,” she begged.
Grinning evilly at her, I pulled back, removing my rock hard cock from her and backing away until there was a foot between us. My cock was the only thing trying to span the breach, but I wanted answers, and I wasn’t going to get any if I just gave her what she wanted.
“Tell me,” I said, looking into her pleading eyes.
“I...I...” she shook her head.
Bending down, she picked up the bar of soap that had made its way to the drain, and started to lather up her body.
I helped.
Mostly my washing her turgid nipples, first with my mouth, and then with the bar of soap I stole from her hand.
I ran the tip of my finger around her areola, slowly working my way inside until I was over the very tip. Then I pinched it lightly, eliciting a hiss out of her.
“If you won’t fuck me, I’ll just do the job myself,” she snapped.
Leaning forward, the water cascaded over her body in slow rivulets, washing away the suds that I’d lathered up on her breasts.
Then her fingers disappeared between her thighs, and her eyes closed as she sank her fingers into her wet heat.
“Yes, Loki. Yes,” she moaned.
The sight before me was amazing. I’d never actually witnessed a woman masturbating in person. Sure, I’d seen plenty of women doing it in magazines, but nothing, and I do mean nothing, could compare to this.
Reaching forward, I awkwardly fisted my cock with my left hand, and started working it with slow, stiff draws.
The head of my cock leaked at the sight of her.
Her chest was flushed. Her hair slicked back away from her face. Her tits squished together. One hand was on the opposite nipple, pinching.
Then she lifted her breast and ran the tip of her tongue around the areola before sucking the tip into her mouth.
I froze, mesmerized.
“God,” I breathed.
Her eyes opened, and they communicated with me that she knew what she was doing to me.
Closing again, she doubled her efforts between her legs before switching to the other nipple.
That’s about when my control broke.
Lunging forward, I snatched the hand that was in between her thighs out, and pinned it to the wall above her head.
“Turn around,” I demanded.
Letting the nipple in her mouth go, she turned and presented me with her upturned ass.
Then I lined my cock up with her entrance, and slammed inside.
Gone were my problems. Gone were the ‘what if’s.’ Gone was the outside world until there was only her and me. My cock inside her wet heat.
There was so much wetness that I didn’t know whether it was coming from her, me, or the shower. Whatever the reason, I worked with it.
My cock plunged into her tight pussy unimpeded. The wet sounds of our flesh slapping against each other’s filled the small stall.
One particularly rough thrust of my hips caused Channing to lean forward until her forearms were planted in the tiled wall in front of her.
I felt the telltale sign of my impending release, and I growled. “Touch your clit. Get there quick, honey.”
She complied, dropping her hand until it met the small bundle of nerves.
With each rough thrust, she called out until they finally reached a crescendo, pushing her over the edge into oblivion.
“Yes!” She shouted.
My eyes squeezed tight as I jerked out of her slick heat at the last possible second and spurted hot come all over the crack of her ass.
It ran down the valley, disappearing between her thighs, and then running further down her leg before the water washed it away.
“Jesus,” I panted, leaning my head forward until it rested on the top of one of her shoulders.
“Yeah,” she agreed.
“I think I need a pain pill,” I observed.
My arm was absolutely throbbing. With nothing else to take my mind off of the pain, it started to consume my arm once again.
She rinsed off quickly before exiting the shower, coming back moments later with my bottle of pills I’d had filled before coming here.
Twisting off the bottle, she handed the pill to me.
I popped it into my mouth and rinsed it down with a swallow of water from the showerhead before rinsing the remaining soap from my body.
Once I exited the shower, I wrapped the only remaining towel around my hips and walked into the bedroom where I found her sitting on the edge of the bed.
Her head was hung in defeat, and she looked so very lost that I felt something shift inside of me.
Was it something I’d done?
“What’s. Wrong,” I pleaded.
She broke.
All that emotion that she’d been holding back for the past three hours escaped her in a rush of tears.
She buried her face further into her hands and cried.
Sighing, I gathered her into my arms very awkwardly.
She cried so long; so much so that there was a pool of tears not only on my chest, but running down my side and soaking the sheet underneath me.
“I think you’ve just lost half your weight in tears,” I said to cheer her up.
A watery laugh escaped her, stemming the flow of tears.
“I got you a little wet,” she said as she wiped away the tears on my chest.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind your brand of wetness,” I teased.
She smiled sadly. “Loki...I have something to tell you when we get back from Florida. I’m not ready to tell you yet, but when we get back, promise me you’ll make me tell you.”
My curiosity was peaked, but I allowed her to have her secrets.
“For now,” I confirmed. “But now that I know you have a secret, don’t think I won’t try to figure it out.”
“You can’t turn off the cop in you...can you?” She teased.
I rolled my eyes. “No honey. I’ll forever be a cop, whether I’m wearing the badge or not.”