Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
I set her on her feet in the shower and unwrapped a fresh bar of soap, watching hungrily as she turned in the spray of water and tipped her chin up to wet her hair.
Mine. This female with lush curves and the small swell of our child in her belly. Mine!
I had to continue to reassure myself it was true, despite the fact that I’d marked her. It had happened so quickly, changing my entire life with a chance meeting in the grocery store.
I rolled the bar of soap in my hands to lather it up then stroked my sudsy palm down the side of her neck and over her shoulder, careful to avoid the healing puncture wound. She watched me with water droplets on her lashes as I spread the suds across her sternum, between her breasts then up and around the twin beauties, thumbing her nipples as I worked.
She shuffled her feet on the tub floor like she was trying to rub those sweet inner thighs together. I could scent that she was wet, and from more than just water. I molded my palm to her side and slid it down her waist to her hip then around to knead the soft pillow of her ass.
“I get to play, too.” Her voice was husky. She took the soap from my hand and gathered suds to spread across my chest. Her gaze followed her action, and I realized she hadn’t had any opportunity to study me before. We were so different. Her soft to my hard. Her gentle roundness to my sharp edges. Her silky skin to my hair covered physique.
Everywhere she touched my skin ignited sparks of pleasure. Of desire. It humbled me. My dick was so hard it throbbed. But it could wait. It always would as Becky always came first. I dropped to my knees and stroked both hands around the globes of her ass then slid one between her knees, working all the way up to her inner thigh without actually touching her sex.
“Clint,” she moaned hoarsely, burrowing her fingers in my wet hair and pulling.
Carefully, I turned her so her back was against the tile, extra support so she wouldn’t slip. I had her securely, but I would always be protective.
“You need my tongue here?” I asked, lifting the leg I’d been cleaning and putting it over my shoulder. Her heel dug into my back.
“Y-yes. Yes, please.”
“Mmm, so polite.” I loved that she knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to tell me. I’d fulfill every one of her fantasies. First, eating pussy. I licked a long line from her anus to her clit. “So fucking sweet.” I brought my thumb to her back pucker and massaged a slow circle over the tight ring of muscles as I flicked my tongue repeatedly over her clit.
“Oh,” she cried in wanton surprise.
“I think you deserve a reward after what you’ve been through today.”
She massaged my scalp with the fingers of both hands. “I thought there was going to be punishment,” she murmured, eyes half closed and hazy.
I grinned up at her. “There can be both, sugar. Punishment and reward.”
Excitement blazed in her eyes, and I grinned wickedly as an idea formed. I wasn’t about to tell her what it was though.
I returned my attention to her little nubbin, lightly grazing it with my teeth, flicking it. Rubbing my tongue over it in a side-to-side motion. I shifted to my middle finger on her back hole and sank my thumb into her welcoming pussy.
She let out a cry of pleasure, and I pushed her hips back against the shower wall and pinned them there.
The spray shifted away from my face when she moved the showerhead to the side then returned to urging my face against her juicy folds. If she was worried about me getting a little water in my eyes, I wasn’t doing my job well enough. I’d fix that.
“You like getting finger fucked in the shower, sugar?” I asked between flicks of my tongue. “Hmm?”
She gripped my ears and tugged. “H-hard to get clean when you’re so busy getting dirty,” she admonished, and I laughed.
“You haven’t seen anything, yet, sweet thing.” I pumped my thumb inside her several times then applied pressure with my middle finger and breached her back hole.
“Oh my God!” she cried, half in alarm, half in ecstasy.
She clenched down on both digits then relaxed. Then, I slipped my finger in a little farther then back. A gentle finger fuck of her ass.
“Uh huh. Take your punishment, sugar. When you’re naughty, you’re going to take it in the ass.”
Her pussy contracted again around my thumb, telling me she loved every moment of it, so I kept it up, sucking on her clit, and working my fingers in both holes. I alternated, pushing my thumb in then my middle finger, then I fucked her with both at the same time. I knew it wasn’t going to be much of a punishment.