“Take them off.”
“Are you always this bossy?”
“Yes.” My mouth curves. “Especially when I want something. And now I want you,” I murmur. “Naked. Completely.”
She bites her bottom lip to hold back a smile. “No.” Her voice is final, teasing, challenging me. She tilts herchin up and her eyes dart to the shredded shirt on the floor—a blatant invitation.
“No?” I repeat. “Need help?”
I close the space, grip the waistband with both hands, and tear. The fabric splits down the middle and I rip it down her legs. Jessica stumbles back, grabbing my shoulders as she steps out of her ruined panties.
“There,” I breathe. “Much better.”
She’s bare now—completely exposed, utterly mine.
I don’t give her time. I haul her up and she gasps, arms flying around my neck, legs instinctively winding around my waist. “You wanna watch me in the shower?” I bite out, carrying her across the room. “Then you’ll watch up close.”
She doesn’t fight. She clings tighter. Her bare chest presses into mine, skin to skin, tits crushed against my body as I march her back into the shower. Steam hits us hot as I press her against the tile, my hand protecting the back of her head. Water crashes over us, soaking her hair and sliding down her skin. She’s slick, panting, grinding against me without realizing it.
“This close enough for you?” I say, grinding my cock against her.
She whimpers, fingers clutching my shoulders. I lean in, mouth brushing hers but not kissing her yet—holding back what she hasn’t begged for.
I lower her and set her on shaky legs. She looks confused when I step back and let the water fall across my shoulders. I wrap my hand around my cock, and Jessica’s eyes follow the movement with a soft, hitched breath.
“This what you liked?” I ask, slowly stroking. “Watching me touch my cock while you watch?”
Her lips part and she nods, hypnotized. Her fingers curl at her sides as if begging permission to touch. I give it. “You want to touch it?” I tilt my head.
“Yes,” she breathes, another nod.
I tighten my fist at the base and pull a longer stroke. She reaches for it; her fingers hover, uncertain. “It won’t bite,” I tell her quietly. “Only I do.”
She looks up with a coy smile before lowering her hand. Her fingers close around me, warm and soft, and I bite back a groan. She tightens her grip, and I cover her hand with mine, guiding the pace and pressure I crave.
“Look atme, baby,” I say.
She does instantly. Good girl.
“Use your wrist,” I add, rolling my hand over hers to demonstrate. She adjusts. Her movement smooths, confidence blooming under my direction. She watches my face now, not my cock, reading me for feedback. She strokes firmer. Fuck, she learns fast. I groan, head tipping back for a second before looking at her again.
I reach between us, my fingers gliding over her soaked little pussy. She gasps and her hand falters.
“Keep going,” I murmur. “Don’t stop unless I tell you to.”
Her legs tremble as I slip a finger through her lips, spreading her wetness, teasing her clit with a slow circle that makes her hips jerk. “God,” she breathes.
“God’s not doing this to you,” I murmur, mouth at her ear. “I am. Say my name.”
“Dominic,” she pants, my full name breaking on her lips as I slide a finger inside her, groaning at how she clamps around me.
“Keep stroking me,” I rasp, free hand tangling in her hair. “Get it nice and hard for that greedylittle cunt.”
Her head tips back in pleasure, whimpers echoing through the bathroom. Her hand keeps moving, finding a rhythm. “Look at it, Jessica.” I use her hair to push her chin down.
Her eyes lock onto the way her hand glides over my shaft, watching it swell with every stroke. “You want that cock inside you? Stretching you open?”
“Yes,” she whines, knees buckling as I circle her clit with my thumb.
