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CHAPTER 12

I’m not a damn saint.

Why the hell am I not fucking her like she asked me to? Like I want to?

What I just did to her was pay homage, I literally fucking adored her. I emblazoned the sensuous goddess that she is across her flesh, I captured it on her face, I brought her molten burning desire to the surface and stroked it, caressed it, and tasted it.

It was so fucking good.

All that heat needed an outlet.

I gave her one.

It was very small, but she got one. I touched her and made her come. It was only a sizzle.

Apparently my little goddess needs a fucking explosion.

She’s not the only one.

“You’re kidding, right?” she sputters as I lower her into the hot bath water.

I have to grit my teeth to fight back the curses I want to spew.

I know I’m a fucking idiot, I should have my dick buried so far inside you, you wouldn’t be able to speak.

Apparently I must have left my balls somewhere back at the shop the first time I spoke with Summer, because I haven’t used them, or my cock, since then.

“No,” it takes every ounce of control to keep my tone even, “I’m not kidding. I told you the truth when I brought you here.” I let go of her sexy cheesecake covered body and straighten now that’s she’s submerged in the bathwater, my own front covered with the thick cream. “You’re here so I can take care of you. The sitting,” I wave my hand toward the door, “was something I couldn’t resist. I’ve wanted you,” and I fucking grin a hungry wolfish smirk at her, “for a very long time.” I shrug a shoulder, “I took advantage of you being here and did it because I didn’t know if you’d be back. Sue me.”

Her face is flushed from her arousal, her eyes are big from her shock, her nipples are hard from the water lapping over them, and her sensuous lips are thin and tight.

She’s totally pissed off.

“Y..you…are you gay?” she asks me incredulously.

My hands are poised, ready to open the button and zipper of my jeans so I can get in the shower and rinse off the cheesecake that’s starting to fall to the floor. I rip open my pants and shove them to the floor, along with my boxers, then kick them both to the side. I don’t bother to turn from her, I let her see what she fucking does to me. My hard dick should make that perfectly clear.

Her eyes bulge and her mouth falls open when she sees my cock piercing.

I grin.

“Make no mistake, princess, there’s nothing more that I’d like to do to you right now than take you and make you beg for more.” My dick is so hard, it hurts. “But I’m not a scumbag, I don’t bring women here to fuck them under the pretense of art.” I approach her in the tub, her eyes get bigger and she pulls back. Gripping the edge of the tub, I lower my face so I’m right in hers. She has to hear every fucking thing I’m going to say. “Let me tell you a little of exactly what I’d like to do to you, just so we’re clear.”

I wait for her to respond.

“Okay,” she says quietly.

“Good. First, just so you know, I fucking hate leaving you so needy. I know you need to come, and come hard. If you were mine, I’d tie you to the fucking bed and eat you until you came all over my face. That would be orgasm number one. Then I’d slip a plug in your tight little ass, roll that greedy little clit of yours between my lips for a while as I fingered you, rubbing that tender spot in your sweet pussy, until your fucking toes curled. Orgasm number two. Then I might,” I lower my gaze to her hard nipples taunting me in the water. Fuck it. I take one between a finger and thumb and tease it. “I might put some nipple clamps on these beautiful tits. Then I’d fuck you.” I inch my face closer to hers. “Hard.” I pinch her captured nipple. “Deep.” I stare into her eyes. “Then, princess, after we both explode, I’d tell you to get on your knees and suck my cock.” I let go of her nipple and straighten. “But only after I made sure you’ve been well taken care of.”

I walk to the shower and turn it on. As I wait for the water to warm, I turn back to her.

“Does that answer your question?” it comes out curt, more so than I meant it to.

Summer’s staring at me, but she’s not really looking. Her eyes are glazed, her face is flushed, and her bent knees have fallen open. The water’s rippling with movement I can’t see under the surface.

She’s touching herself, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!

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