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“Well, in that case…” I face her head on and stroke my cock with a soapy fist. It’s been hard since we stepped into the shower, but I’ve tried not to focus on it because I wanted to pamper her.
Now I let my head fall back as a groan passes my lips and I pump my hand faster up and down my length. I’d planned to bury myself in her as soon as we got out of the shower, but I guess I can wait a little while. I’m still young enough that my refractory period is short.
I steal a glance at her as I stroke my cock to thoughts of her. Her legs have fallen open and I bite out an order. “Play for me, Flower. You can put on a show for me, too.”
She grins and pulls one foot up onto the bench, spreading herself wide before she dips two fingers in her pretty pussy and drags them up to find her clit. Her nipples pebble into hard little nubs as she circles her clit, and my cock jumps in my hand.
“God, you’re so perfect,” I growl, stroking faster still.
“Let me see you come,” she pleads. “I want to see it.”
Her voice is breathy, and her chest rises and falls rapidly as she rubs her clit with frantic strokes almost matching the pace at which I’m stroking my cock.
Her words make it hard to hold back, and so I don’t. The first hot jet of semen lets loose, and I growl as the waves of pleasure roll through me. I slap a hand onto the shower wall to steady myself as I come harder and longer than I have in a long time.
“Jesus Christ.”
Zara lets out a loud cry and I know the second the orgasm rips through her. I can see her pussy pulsing in her own hand, and she cries out with unbridled pleasure and passion.
I’ve barely recovered from my own orgasm, but I move closer to her and drop to my knees, pulling her so her ass is at the edge of the bench and then I dive in and eat her pussy while she grips my hair. Her fingers are pulling and twisting as she thrusts herself into my mouth. She comes again, and I’m hungry for more. I’ve never asked if she’s a squirter, but we’re about to find out.
I suck her clit into my mouth again even though she’s still convulsing through her second orgasm, and I take no mercy as I devour her.
“Luke please. I can’t stop.”
I pull away just long enough to narrow my eyes at her. “Good. I don’t want you to stop until my beard is soaked from your cunt.”
I press my mouth to her folds again before she can respond, and she immediately falls into another wave of pleasure. Crying out and screaming her passion.
“Luke! God. Don’t stop.”
I have no intention of stopping anytime soon.
When the fifth orgasm—or maybe the sixth—hits her, she gives me what I want and sweet warm nectar hits my tongue in a flood, soaking my lips and beard. She tries to squirm away, and I swear she’s embarrassed, but I don’t let her up. I just pin her and drink her in for a few more minutes until she bucks against me, begging me to stop.
She’s limp against the shower wall when I raise up and let go of her thighs and I’m pretty sure she could fall asleep right there if I let her.
But I stand and scoop her into my arms, rinse us both off under the shower spray one more time and then set her on her feet on the bathmat before wrapping her in fluffy towels. I make quick work of drying myself off before I carry her to the bedroom and take my time with her. Drying her hair and body with the towels as best I can before I pull back the covers and order her to climb in.
She mumbles something about her hair being a mess in the morning, but I kiss her cheek. “We’ll sort it out then, Flower.” I switch off the lights and crawl into bed beside her, pulling her against my chest.
As I drift to sleep, I can’t help but think that I’m falling for this girl and it’s going to get us both hurt or killed.
Chapter 19
Zara
Iwakethenextmorning feeling wonderfully relaxed. But something isn’t quite right. I sit up and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror over the dresser. My hair is a ratted damp mess.
I never go to bed with wet hair because it looks like this in the mornings and takes forever to fix.
My face heats as I remember what Luke and I did in the shower last night. It may well be one of the hottest things I’ve ever done.
The bed is empty, so I make my way into the bathroom and turn the shower on again. When my hair gets like this, the only way to fix it is to wash it again and start over.
The shower door opens as I’m rinsing soap from my hair and reaching for the conditioner.
Luke is fully dressed but doesn’t seem to care that he’s getting splashed by my water.
