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I obey without hesitation, my body so relaxed I can’t even raise my arms up out of the water anymore. I’m slumped down in the tub all the way, my head leaning back against the top of the rectangular tub, cushioned by Brock’s big palm. My eyes are clamped shut tight like he asked, even though I don’t know why.
Then I feel a warm soft washcloth tenderly dabbing my cheeks, carefully scrubbing away three days of dirt and filth, lovingly tracing its way across my lips and along my forehead, now down my neck.
And I realize Brock is bathing me.
A sudden gush of warm wetness emerges from my submerged pussy as Brock soaps the back of my neck, then carefully dips my hair into the water and begins to massage shampoo into my tresses.
“Oh, Brock, that feels so good,” I mutter, my eyes still closed, my body completely relaxed as his strong fingers rub the fragrant shampoo all the way down to my scalp, lathering it into my hair. “So good.”
“Good,” whispers Brock through the steam, and I hear the thickness in his voice, understand with heart-wrenching certainty that I can trust this man with not just my life but my body, that although there’s a dark streak of violent possessiveness in this rough biker, there’s also a part of him that yearns to protect what he owns, needs to repair what was damaged, burns to fix what was broken.
And his warm loving touch is most certainly fixing what was broken.
Maybe fixing parts of me that I didn’t even know were broken.
“I’m breaking,” comes the trembling whisper from deep in my throat as Brock covers my eyes with his palm and washes away the shampoo from my hair and forehead, making sure nothing stings my eyes. “Oh, Brock, I’m breaking into pieces from the way you’re touching me, the way you’re bathing me, the way you’re . . . loving me.”
Brock responds with a choking growl, his big soapy hands massaging my neck and moving beneath the surface to my breasts. His palms close around my globes, squeezing hard and drawing a moan from my lips, my back arching so my nipples stick up out of the water like two porpoises poking their heads up to see what’s going on.
“Oh, fuck, Yolanda,” Brock growls through the steam as he pinches my puckered nipples, then leans forward and sucks each one carefully, circling his tongue around my pebbled areolas as his palms move down my belly, soaping my tummy and my sides, my hips and my thighs, then moving between my legs. “Oh, baby, you are so beautiful, so perfect, so . . . so mine.”
And now he stops sucking my nipples and his mouth is back on mine and he’s kissing me deep as he soaps my slit, sliding his fingers into me one by one, each one getting its turn like they all want to taste me, explore me, claim me, own me.
Brock’s thumb grinds against my clit as I moan wetly into his mouth, my back arching up and down, nipples breaking the water’s surface and then diving again as he fingers me with slick precision.
“Turn on your side, baby,” he whispers hotly against my cheek, helping me turn so he can soap my back and bottom. “Oh, fuck, you are gorgeous, Yolanda. I can’t believe you’re all mine. Mine.” Now his fingers part my ass, soapy fingertips circling my rear hole beneath the sudsy waters, sending a tremor of the most filthy arousal through my hot wet body. “Say it, baby. Tell me you’re mine. That you’ll always be mine. Every part of you. Every part of your body. Everything I touch belongs to me. Me and only me. Say it. Say it now, Yolanda. Right fucking now.”
Brock’s thumb presses against my rear hole, staying there like a plug as his other hand presses down against the front of my mound. He slides his thick middle finger into my pussy, grinding the base of his palm against my clit, working me up into a frenzy, the water churning as Brock touches my hidden holes, claims possession of my eternal soul.
“I’m yours,” I manage to whimper as my body bucks and slides beneath the frothy water as Brock fucks me with his fingers, kissing me lovingly as he takes me, the warm water now rollicking back and forth like the whole world is moving in rhythm with my body, the universe dancing with delight. “Oh, fuck, I’m yours, Brock. Oh, God, I’m going to come, Brock, I’m already coming. Oh . . . oh . . . oh!”
And with a sobbing gasp I come under Brock’s touch, his middle finger curling against the front wall of my pussy, base of his palm crushing my clit with the most beautiful pressure as my screaming pussy squirts hot wetness into the soapy water. I come again, squirt again, arch my back and shout like I’m dying, scream like I’m crying, laugh like I’m flying.
“You look so hot when you come for me,” Brock groans as I thrash past the crescendo of my climax, then slump down into the water and stare up at him like a gasping gaping grinning fool. He grins back at me, leans in for a sloppy kiss, then chuckles wickedly. “I think you peed, by the way.”
My eyes widen in mortified horror, and I slide my head beneath the water to hide my embarrassment before coming up sputtering when I realize that he’s probably right, that my body totally let go of everything, pulled out all the damn stops after Brock bathed me with loving gentleness and then fingered me with dark dominance.
“Let’s wash you off in the shower,” he says, still grinning wickedly as I turn bright red like a little girl caught peeing in the pool. “Hold on a minute.”
Brock rises to his feet, pulls his black tee shirt off over his head, unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his jeans, kicks off his boots. Now he’s naked above me, cock fully erect and curving upwards in the most beautiful way. He’s thick like a tree trunk, his shaft oiled and glistening from the rivulets of pre-cum coating his dick.
He reaches between my legs again, making me gasp then giggle when I realize he’s pulling out the bathtub plug. The sudsy water begins to drain, leaving me coated with soap bubbles. Brock leans past me and turns on the faucets, checks the temperature, then flicks the lever to get the shower going just as the tub empties with a sucking sound that for some reason makes me blush again.
“Careful. Don’t slip,” Brock says, helping me stand and then climbing into the tub with me and holding me upright against his body. “Here we go. Let’s get you cleaned up, baby.”
The hot shower blasts against my boobs, sending the suds flying off my skin as Brock’s big palms massage my breasts and stomach, then squeeze my wet ass, parting my rear globes to get the soap out, circling back around and lifting my breasts so the water can get beneath them. He holds me steady so I can lean back and let the shower hit my pussy, and then Brock turns me around and he’s kissing me again, his hard cock upright between our bodies, pressed tight against me.
His erection is so long it reaches past my belly-button, and I take a step back to make some space between our bodies so I can look at him, admire him, touch him, pleasure him.
“Later, baby,” he whispers as I fist his thick cock, then start to go down on my knees in front of him. “You’re exhausted. You can barely stand.”
“I don’t need to stand,” I reply, jerking him back and forth gently as I crouch in front of him in a squatting position. “Please, Brock. I want to make you feel good. I want to feel you in my mouth. I want to . . . I want to taste you.”
The blush burns on my clean cheeks again as I hear my own filthy words. My head still spins from that underwater climax, my body still buzzes from the hot shower and the firm scrubbing. But my vision is startlingly clear even through the steam, and I settle myself on my haunches and gulp back a mix of fear and arousal as I open my mouth as wide as I can and suddenly realize it’s not wide enough for Brock.
“Oh, you’re killing me, baby,” groans Brock from above me as I wrap my fingers around his thick hard shaft and bring my open mouth tantalizingly near but then stop because he’s too big. “Fuck, open up wider for me. I can’t survive being this close to your pretty mouth and not being able to fuck it. Come on, baby. Here we go.”
I take a breath, blinking rapidly as Brock’s fingers dig into my wet hair, grasping down by the roots as he holds my head in place. His cock presses against my lips, and I open my mouth and begin to lick him, not really sure what I’m doing, hoping that it feels good to Brock.
