Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
My attention lowers from there, sliding across her body until I find the mound between her legs. Bare, I knew that, but seeing and feeling the shape of her pussy are too very fucking different things. My cock throbs, my mouth watering as I lock my eyes a little lower, to the bit of her that peeks out from her lips.
Her thighs brush together then, and my head flies up, realizing she’s simply standing there at the edge of the shower.
“Get your ass over here, Sweets.”
A small smile pulls at her lips, her steps a little slow as she works through the bit of nerves she’s working hard to ignore.
It’s okay, baby. I’ll erase all that soon.
I adjust the spray, quickly washing the soapsuds from my body, so I’m fresh and fucking clean the second she reaches me.
No time is wasted. I swoop right in, claiming her lips like I’m about to claim her.
The air is electric, my world spinning, my Sweets the axis.
The center of it all.
I kiss her fiercely, suffocating us both, unable to pull away from her soft, addictive little mouth until she yanks back, gasping for air.
But I give her no reprieve, no time to catch her breath, swooping in with my lips and taking her neck, chest, and lowering, swinging her under the water so fast, she latches on for balance.
My eyes lock with hers briefly as I pull her nipple between my knuckles, tugging.
Her gaze flicks wider, her lips forming a sweet little O and I dip down, closing my mouth over the other one. Her head drops back, water spilling over her face and splashing along mine. The droplets roll down over my lips as they play with her, sucking until she pops from my mouth, but right when she thinks she’ll get a moment to breathe, I clamp my teeth around her nipple gently, pulling back until she’s thoroughly scraped and teased.
Davis moans, her fingertips digging into my shoulder as she slumps against the wall behind the spray. I look up, nothing but the water between us, and when a naughty little smile curves her lips, I eliminate even that.
Skin to naked skin, my eyes hold hers as I adjust, my cock now cocooned between her legs, settled and straining along her pussy lips.
“I want you,” she whispers, reaching for my lips with her own.
My grin is as crooked as they come, and she chuckles, a husky, sensual sound.
“Don’t look so smug about it,” she teases.
“Oh, baby, I am.” I hook her left leg behind the knee, lifting it to my hips, and hold it there. “I’m so fucking smug I might even puff my chest out.”
Her laughter dies on her lips when I slide along the ones down low, letting her get a good feel of me against her, and as if they were meant for my cock, they slip around it, covering the skin like the softest silk blanket known to man.
Her thighs clench, the leg I’ve got a hold of hiking higher on her own accord, until her calf is pressed tight at my lower back. Slowly, she starts to ride, and the lax, brief movements are torture. Sweet fucking torture.
My hips follow, gliding in and out, and I pull back a bit, turning a few inches, so the base of me plays along her clit.
She moans, thrusting her tongue into my mouth as her arms latch taut around me, drawing me closer.
“You’re gonna come for me, baby,” I say between kisses. “And then I’m taking you to the bed, sliding inside this perfect pussy, and you’re gonna come on me.”
She shakes, her body rocking roughly as she chases what she wants. Takes what she wants.
And she fucking wants me.
I groan, my hands flying to her breast to tug and twist on the pebbled nub there, and my eyes snap up right in time.
Davis throws her head back, crying into the moistened air around us, shivering despite the heat we’re standing under, and the minx shocks the shit out of me when she grips the showerhead, lifting herself up just enough to cause my cock to slip, the head pressing at her entrance.
Her chest is heaving, her lungs working extra hard as desire overwhelms her, and she presses down, her eager pussy ready to swallow me whole.
My hands fly to her hips, my grip forcing her firmly in place.
“Not a fucking chance.” My voice is rough, thick.
She freezes but doesn’t grow shy on me. My baby begs, fighting against my hold.
“Please,” she rasps, ready.
And she is.
Reaching around her, I turn the water off, lowering her to her feet, her palms sliding along the scars of my stomach, only stopping when I step away to grab towels from the rack. Wrapping her up in one, I make quick work of drying myself, planning to do the same to her, but when I turn, she’s already ready for me.