Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
“Ha! I knew you had a secret stash somewhere.”
The back of my head whacks into the tiles when Zane curls my leg around his shoulder before dragging his nose down the seam of my pussy.
We’re meant to be cleaning up the mess our second helping of dessert made, but the instant Zane sniffed out a morsel of crushed candy cane on my collarbone, his desire to drive me to the brink again overwhelmed him.
His growl sends me wild when it rumbles through my clit. “I lied when I said chocolate, mint, and you are my three favorite flavors.”
Cupping my ass, he teasingly slides his tongue up the lines of my pussy before he spears it inside me. He eats me until my legs are close to buckling before he inches back and peers up at me through the sheet of water falling between us.
“You’re my favorite flavor. The other two don’t come close to how good you taste.”
He worships my pussy until my knees are so dangerously close to giving in, I balance on his face more than ride it.
Zane doesn’t seem to mind. The more I ride his face, the faster he fucks me with his mouth. He drives my needs higher and higher and higher until they have no choice but to splinter.
I fracture under the attack of his pleasure, quivering, shuddering, and moaning his name. However, Zane’s onslaught doesn’t slow. He bites me, licks me, and pays a heap of attention to my clit with his tongue and lips.
“Ohh…” I scream, thrust, then beg him not to stop. “I’m going to come again. I’m… I’m… I’m…”
The world shatters around me as my knees buckle, but I don’t land on the floor with a thud. Zane keeps me upright with a sturdy grip on my ass, his movements so stable, I only begin coming down from euphoria when he gives me another reason to strive for the high notes.
After banding my legs around his waist, he notches the head of his fat cock at the opening of my pussy.
“Please. More. Again.” They’re the only words I can get out through the lust clutching my throat. I’ve never been so greedy. So gluttonous. One more will never be enough when it comes to Zane.
And it appears I’m not the only one having those thoughts.
Zane’s cock is sheathed with a condom. That proves he preempted how our first joint shower would go, and that he is trapped under the same spell as me.
It won’t stop him from seeking consent, though. After creeping one of his hands up my sweaty back, he weaves it through my drenched locks before tugging my head back so our eyes align.
The need in his hooded gaze nearly topples me into orgasmic bliss for the third time since we entered the shower twenty minutes ago. Being desired so discernably is an addiction I’ll never overcome—even more so if the admiration comes from Zane.
“Ready?”
His cock flexes when I graze my teeth over my lip before jerking up my chin. “Always”
My nails dig into Zane’s shoulders when he smiles a wolfish grin before his hips shift upward, and he enters me with one quick thrust. I can still feel where he’d been earlier, know every part of my body he touched, but my pussy still clamps around him in protest of the sudden intrusion.
“Fuck,” growls Zane. “You get tighter with every orgasm.”
I love how full he makes me feel, how stretched and invaded, but I still need a minute to accommodate his girthy length, so Zane doesn’t move a smidge until the pain on my face switches to pleasure.
Then the thrusts come hard and fast.
He fucks me with every muscle he owns until the bathroom is filled with as many moans as steamy driblets of condensation.
The fast, steady friction of our bodies drives me insane. I need to come so bad. I want it more than I need my next breath.
I tighten around him, my desire piquing when he responds to my tease with a growl. “You make me so fucking hard.” He encourages me to balance my back on the slippery tiles before wedging a hand between us. “It’s never been like this with anyone.”
I assume he means the control he exudes every time he takes me to the brink of ecstasy, but I learn otherwise when his eyes drop to the area where our bodies are intimately joined.
“He seems to have his own agenda when it comes to you. I don’t get a fucking say.” He adds a swivel to the end of his thrusts, ensuring he hits the sweet spot inside me with each pump before pressing his thumb to my clit. “Can’t say I blame him. You feel amazing.”
Heat blooms across my skin when he rubs my clit with the same expert precision of his pumps. He toys with it until the sweat misting my face is no longer compliments to the piping hot water coming out of the shower.