Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
She looked up at me, her eyes heated as she rose up until the tip of the dildo poised at her entrance, then sank down again.
“Wash the soap off you,” she ordered breathlessly, repeating the move.
I reached over her to grab the showerhead, removing it from the holder, and maneuvering it over my body.
The soap suds slid down my body, curling around my balls, and streaming down my legs before washing down the drain.
The entire time I watched as her nipples beaded and her chest flushed as she writhed on the fake cock inside of her.
When I looked up to hang the showerhead back up, she surprised me and bent forward, letting the tip of her tongue play along the seam of my cock.
I cursed and gabbed for the top of the shower, one hand curling around the glass door, and the other clutching the shower caddy that was hanging around the showerhead.
She leaned forward and took the tip of my cock in her mouth, her soft tongue licking the sensitive head.
“You taste salty,” she licked her lips, leaning forward and taking me back into her mouth.
I let my hand down and trailed it over her shoulder, fisting my hand into her hair when my fingers met the long, tangled tresses.
She looked up at me as I guided her further.
“Ride the cock, too,” I demanded.
Her body lifted, inadvertently taking more of me at the same time.
I leaned my head back, and promptly got a face full of water.
Me choking didn’t stop her from taking my cock half way down her throat, though.
And I was glad.
I could get over drowning in the shower.
What I couldn’t come back from was if she had stopped.
Not when it felt so fucking good having her lips wrapped around me.
My hands moved her head, further and further down my length each time she withdrew, until finally, her nose touched the curly hair covering my pubic bone.
Causing me to see stars.
I looked down then to see her eyes streaming with tears, and her makeup running down her cheeks, but her face was flushed, and she had her finger thrumming her distended clit as fast as she could make her fingers move.
And I knew she liked it.
Letting her hair go, I ordered her to stand.
She let go of my cock with the utmost reluctance, being sure to get one extra lick before she let my cock fall from her mouth.
I reached behind us and turned the shower off.
Without another word, I stepped out of the shower, held my hand out for her, and pulled her to me the moment her hand touched mine.
Then I picked her up, tossing her over my shoulder, and headed for the bedroom, still dripping wet.
I threw her down on the bed as I reached the edge, then bent over to grab a condom from the drawer.
I slicked it down my length, somewhat happy to see that this condom was one of the lubed and ribbed variety.
“Knees or back?” I questioned her.
Her breasts were heaving as she panted, her eyes locked on me and my cock, as she licked her lips.
“Knees,” she whispered, then licked her lips nervously. “I got a new toy today to try.”
She pointed to the nightstand, at a box that sat inconspicuously on the smooth wood, and said, “There.”
I reached for the box as she flipped over onto her knees, her ass wiggling as I pried open the box’s sides.
And my heart started to gallop in my chest; I leaned forward, letting the length of my cock play along the juices that leaked from her sweet pussy, stopping once I reached where I wanted to be.
“Do you think you can handle me?” I asked her, pressing the tip of my cock up against her back entrance.
She shook her head.
“No,” she admitted. “But I’m willing to work up to it.”
I laughed and redirected the head of my cock to her entrance and slowly slid myself inside, stopping once I’d gone as far as I could go, for now.
It’d take time for her to take the entire length of my cock, but I’d get her there.
Then we proceeded to see just how much she could take.
And as it turned out…it was a lot.
“I think about you all day. When I’m on shift, and someone mentions their wife or significant other, all I can think about is you and what you’re doing. Which new gadget you’re testing out, and whether I’ll get to reap the benefits when I finally make it back home to you,” I whispered against her hips. “And when I’m with you, and you run your fingers over my chest, all I want to do is bend you over the nearest piece of furniture and bury myself inside of you until I can’t tell where I end and you begin.”
Her eyes widened comically.