Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“This ass,” I said appreciatively, “was made for trouble.”
She liked hearing that, because she reached out, flattened her hands against the partition in front of her, and stepped out of the swimsuit wrapped around her ankles, spreading her feet on the shower floor. She was partially bent over, her ass presented to me.
Her question was rushed, like she wanted to ask it before she chickened out. “Is it an ass made for fucking?”
My dick jerked, and heat seared across my nerve endings. As excited as I was, it came from me in a dubious tone. “You want me to fuck your ass right now?”
“I want you to fuck my pussy.” She wiggled her hips, taunting me. Her voice was seductive, yet breathless. “There’s a bottle of coconut oil in here, so you can use that for your fingers first, and then . . .” It was as if her directions were so hot, she could barely speak them. “Spread it all over your big cock, and when we’re ready, you’ll slide it inside my ass.”
I nearly came.
Instead, I swallowed thickly. “Yes, ma’am.”
She held perfectly still as I stepped up behind her and rubbed the head of my dick against her clit, both to tease her and orient myself. Her gasp dripped with satisfaction as I pushed inside her, and her hot pussy clamped down. I immediately set a fast tempo, because sometimes slow-fucking her felt too good. I needed to last.
I had one hand on her shoulder and the other anchored on her hip and drove into her. The slap of our wet bodies was loud and sharp, but I wasn’t worried about anyone over at Preston’s house hearing it. Erika’s moans, though?
“Shh,” I whispered, grinning.
She said it mindlessly, like it was a valid excuse. “It feels so good.”
I agreed. It was why I reached behind me and searched for the bottle of oil among the shampoos and conditioners. As soon as I had it, I popped the top and poured some into my hand. It was like baby oil, but smelled much nicer, and I let the excess drip down onto her.
I’d slowed to a stop and was lodged deep inside her, and the noise of the shower water falling and gurgling down the drain was the only sound when I peeled her backside apart and dripped more coconut oil on her. I left the cap open and set it aside in the rack, then swirled the tip of my finger over her asshole.
She moaned encouragingly.
Her hands were splayed out on the partition slats, and as my finger pressed and began to intrude, her hands curled into loose fists. I went slowly and carefully, not wanting it to be uncomfortable, moving in and out until most of my finger was buried inside the tight ring of muscles.
“Good?” I whispered.
“Yeah.” And to prove it, she gently rocked her hips, making her slide on both my finger and my dick.
My head swam with pleasure. Not only did it feel amazing, it looked amazing too. “You’re so goddamn hot, Erika.” I murmured. “Who said you could be so hot?”
She sighed with contentment, and her head hung down. I couldn’t see her face, but I knew what pleasure looked like when it ran through her, and I was sure her eyes were closed and her lips were parted, rounding into silent ‘oh’s.
When she seemed relaxed enough with one finger, I tested her readiness with a second.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Your pussy just got ten times tighter.”
Her moan in response was so loud, I froze. Okay, that one was definitely loud enough someone might question it. She whimpered, annoyed that I’d stopped, and I hesitantly resumed the glide of both my fingers and my dick inside her body.
Her legs were shaking, but it was obviously in pleasure. Our moans mingled together as I increased my speed. It was wild how I could feel my fingers on me from inside her pussy. I was tingling and buzzing, and I clenched my jaw to hold back the desire to come.
“I want it now, Troy.”
I withdrew my hips, sliding my dick out of her, and with the new space between our bodies, it gave me more room to maneuver. I thrust my first two fingers deep between her cheeks. “Yeah? You want me to fuck you right here?” The words tasted deliciously dirty. “In this virgin asshole?”
Once again, she shivered. She seemed to love my filthy mouth, and her plea was urgent. “Please.”
Hearing her beg was the sexiest fucking thing ever. I moved as a man with purpose, retreating from her completely so I could do what she’d asked. The bottle of coconut oil was snatched up and I dispensed a shit-ton of it into my hand, slathering it all over me.
I ignored how good the slick slide of my hand felt as I lubed up, and when that was done, the remaining oil on my hand was stroked between her ass cheeks.