Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
“You’re welcome, gorgeous.” I wait until he leaves and take care of business faster than I ever have and then get into the shower. The hot water feels amazing. I’m sorer than I thought possible. I need to hit the gym more, for sure. I stand there, letting the water wash over me. I see Tyson come back into the bathroom through the shower's glass door and deposit our toiletries on the counter. Then he joins me. Coming in behind me, he wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck. The shower is stocked with fancy soaps and shampoos, so he pumps some into his hands and lathers it into my hair. His fingers are firm and feel amazing on my scalp. I moan, letting him take care of me. Then he lathers a washcloth and runs it all over my body, paying close attention to my boobs. He must really like those. Taking the cloth from him, I wash quickly, getting the blood off of my thighs. The sight of it there reminds me that I am really his now.
After washing his hair, I grab a fresh washcloth, pump some soap on it and wash his body. It’s the first time I’ve touched his cock, so I pay special attention to it. I feel him getting harder and harder in my hands. Eventually, I drop the pretense of the washcloth and stroke my hand up and down on him. He groans, and that sound thrills me. I feel powerful.
Feeling bold, I drop down on my knees in front of him. My eyes meet his; his green eyes are dark and full of passion. He doesn’t say anything as I snake my tongue out and lick the tip of his cock, tasting the bit of salty goodness there. Wanting more of that, I wrap my lips around the head and suck lightly before taking more and more of him down my throat. His hands tangle in my head as he guides me. Gently, but I don’t want gentle. I take as much as possible to the back of my throat and gag a little on him. The sound makes him moan, and I do it again. I never thought I’d get so turned on by sucking him off, but my core clenches and pulls down, so I use my free hand to drag my fingers through my folds before settling on my clit.
“That’s a good girl. Play with your clit while you suck my cock. You’re so fucking good at this,” he growls his praise as his hands tighten in my hair. He’s not being so gentle anymore, and I love it. Love it. The water has long since gone cold, but that doesn’t matter. I cup his balls and moan around him. He lifts me up under my arms and kisses me before turning me away from him. “Bend over baby,” he commands, and I obey him immediately. “I know you’re sore, but fuck, I need your cunt.”
“I’m not sore, Tyson,” I lie. I am sore. Of course, I’m sore, but I want him more than I care about pain. “Take me. Take it. It’s yours. Do whatever you want to me. To my pussy.”
“Fuck, don’t say things like that to me, baby girl. I’m going to wreck you.”
“You already have,” I moan as he spreads my legs a little wider. I grab the handicap rail in front of me and hold on for dear life as he drags his cock through my folds before slamming into me. I expected pain but feel nothing but bliss.
Sheer bliss.
With his hands on my hips, he drives into me over and over, somehow reaching deeper into me than before. I come, screaming his name and moaning wildly. I feel him come inside me again, but I can’t bring myself to talk about birth control, though I probably should.
He pulls out of me and whirls me around to face him. His lips are on mine before I can say another word.
I don’t know how it happened, but he’s got the water off, and we are standing on the bath mat. He’s got a towel slung around his waist, and he’s drying me off. Carefully. Like I am precious to him. I use another towel to dry my hair. He digs around in my bag before leading me back to the bed. He sits down and then gestures for me to sit between his legs, my back to his front.
“Scoot forward a little bit, baby girl. Are you tender-headed?” he asks, his voice gravelly. It goes straight to my pussy. Down girl.
“What? Oh, no,” I reply, more than a little dazed by this man.
Then he proceeds to brush out my hair.
“Tyson, I love you,” I blurt out, but is it any wonder?
I was sure I loved him long before today but after today? There’s no way that I don’t.