Perfect.
I reached forward and massaged her clit. She came within seconds of me touching her. And once again, her tight little hole rippled around my cock and had me coming before I wanted to.
She leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on my lips. “We need to shower, and I want you to fuck my soapy tits.”
Fuck, Kalani was going to be the death of me. I did indeed fuck her soapy tits and then I came all over her face.
After she washed her face, I grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the bench to straddle me. Fisting her hair, I brought her ear close to my lips. “How wet is your pussy?”
“Wetter than this shower.”
With my other hand, I pushed two fingers into her, then three. “Yeah, you are.” I pressed my thumb against her clit but didn’t move it.
“Please, Sugar, please,” she breathed.
“What do you want?”
“I want your hand to fuck me like your dick did.”
I chuckled but did as she asked, making sure my thumb worked her clit as my fingers thrust in and out.
“Harder,” she moaned.
I couldn’t give it to her much harder without really bruising her and we hadn’t talked about all that. Instead, I sucked one nipple into my mouth and bit down while I pinched the other. Her pussy clamped around my fingers as a beautiful scream erupted from her.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she panted.
I didn’t stop moving until she did.
“Holy shit,” she said and rested her forehead on my shoulder. “I need to wash again.”
I wokeup suddenly with an eerie feeling, like I was being watched. I opened my eyes, intending to get up and check things out, and nearly fell out of the bed when I jerked back from the pair of eyes staring at me.
“Oh good,” Kalani said. “You’re awake.”
“How long have you been watching me sleep, you little psycho?”
“I don’t know. A couple of minutes? I usually work faster but my powers have been weakened by your penis energy.”
“I don’t want to know what that means,” I said and rolled to my side, so my back was facing her.
“How did you find out your brother set you up?”
I quickly rolled back to face her. “That’s your burning question?”
“No. It’s a question I thought you might answer. My burning question is why did Bean go to prison,” she said. “No, wait! I want to change my answer to where is Matthew’s body.”
“You were right,” I said. “I won’t answer either of your burning questions.”
“What about your brother?”
I sighed. I’d come to accept what happened, but I hated telling the story. “I was in prison for six weeks before I had my first visitor—my brother. He’d been arrested a few times and actively sold heroin, so it meant a lot to me that he went through the process of getting approved to visit me. He came in and filled me in on everyone at home, told me how much I was missing. Then he asked me about prison and listened to me talk about how shitty it was until the visit was over. When he stood to leave, he said, ‘If Claire would’ve said yes to me instead of waiting for you, we wouldn’t be here right now.’ That was the last time I saw him.”
“That’s not definitive!” she shouted and slapped my bare chest. “He could’ve meant something else.”
“He didn’t,” I assured her. “I didn’t want to believe it, but Joshua never could keep his mouth shut. He bragged to the right people to make sure it got back to me. He wanted me to know he set me up for the crime I did not commit but pled guilty to in order to keep him out of prison.”
“I bet it felt great to kill him,” she said wistfully. “Will you tell me about it? As my bedtime story?”
