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“Ahh,” I gasp when he pinches my nipple hard. My pussy clenches and floods. This mean motherfucker knows what he’s doing. He has the nerve to smirk when he sees me squirming.
Ignoring him, I begin making gentle circles over his unexposed skin. I get on my tiptoes because I know without asking that he won’t bend, intending to make this as difficult as possible. I start at his neck, making huge swathes over his shoulders and down his arms. He grunts when I intertwine our fingers as I wash them. Then I make my way down the taut ridges of I his body cast through his clinging tee shirt using smaller circles, skipping his hard dick. I go down one hard thigh, then the other, his strong calves flexing. Then I take care of his feet.
“Turn,” I say, watching him quirk a brow before he turns to do as I say. Moving to his back, I scrub hard through the shirt, making his head fall forward and groan as he releases the tension.
“Fuck,” he says, like he didn’t know he just got himself into. If he’d paid attention enough throughout our friendship, he’d know I never missed how he holds stress in his neck and back. I’ve given him more than one shoulder and neck massage. When I press into the pressure points in his lower back, he groans louder. Smoothing the cloth over his naked ass, I watch as his muscles flex. He groans stop when I wash inside his hole.Now who’s smirking, motherfucker?
Getting on my tiptoes, I press against his back as I slip my fingers free. “Turn around, big boy.”
His dick is throbbing and pearled with come when he turns, bobbing well past his navel and curved to the left. I’ve never seen any other dick in real life, but this has to be the prettiest one on planet earth.
“Darling,” he warns when I take him in my warm, soapy hands. Slicking up and down his dick, I take command of him like he did me earlier. His dick is a massive column of flesh. My fingers and thumb don’t touch from tip to base—no wonder.
“No wonder what?”
My eyes shoot up to meet his stare briefly before he returns his gaze to me washing him.
Cupping his sac, I roll his balls gently between my fingers. “No wonder it hurt so bad.”
Silence drops between us like a bomb — heavy and all-encompassing. His hand grips my wrist, stopping me. “You know I didn’t know.” His eyes search mine, demanding confirmation.
Looking away, I try to tug my arm out of his tight grasp.
His grip only tightens. He moves us both under the spray. Water washes sudsy foam from our tightly pressed bodies. “You were with Sommerland for over a year and never let him have you,” he accuses.
I bow my head, resting my forehead on his chest, whispering miserably, “He wasn’t you. He’s nothing like you, Thi.”
Oh, how I tried. I wanted to exorcise Mathias Shelby from my mind, body, and heart, and who better for that role than another billionaire scion? Still, no matter how beautiful Marcus Sommerland is in all his well-over-six-foot glory, for me he doesn’t hold a candle to Thi.
“You didn’t have to do all this.” He sounds so wounded. He releases his hold on me, dropping his hands to his sides. Head falling back, he lets the spray spill over his face, his jaw working. Tilting forward until our gazes’ snag again, he snarls, “Show me.”
My confusion must play across my face.
“Fucking useless virgins.” Hard hands press my shoulders down.
I descend until my knees touch the water-warmed tiles of the shower. “I don’t know how.” His dick is looming over me like Goliath, and I’m David without a slingshot or any weapon in my arsenal.
“Open your fucking mouth,” he rumbles.
Tentatively, I obey. Hard velvet slides over my tongue, then farther and farther still.
“Breathe. Breathe through that shit.” He cups my head, not letting me give up. His cold words make my pussy clench even as I gag at the intrusion in my throat. Breathing through my nose, I eventually adjust.
“You look gorgeous with my dick in your mouth, darling.” Praise falls from his lips like a curse. “I bet you’re going to be even prettier when I paint your face with my come.” He starts to move with slow, methodical thrusts. His legs are spread. I can see from the periphery that his thighs flex with the drive of his hips. The steady strokes across my tongue mimics how he pressed inside me earlier. My body responds like he’s still pounding inside my pussy. My muscles squeeze and clench. Working my mouth over him, I welcome him deeper, harder, to take my mouth like he took my pussy. I’m ravenous for him.
“Gotdamn, you’re such a good little cumslut of a wife. Take this dick down your throat, darling.” His heavy strong hands tangle in my curls as he fucks my throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, take it, take it,” he commands. Hot jets of come spill onto my tongue just as he pulls out and finishes on my face and open mouth.
“So beautiful,” he whispers. His eyes have taken on a liquid, almost-iridescent hue. He pulls me to my feet. My eyes round when he licks my cheek, then transfers his come from his mouth to mine.
“You so nasty,” I tell him as he rinses the rest from my mouth.
“You haven’t seen nothing yet, little darling. You had the good Mathias, but you didn’t want him. Now you got the bad one.”
Before I can deny his words, he’s already dropping to his knees, pulling one of my legs over his broad shoulders, and burying his head in my pussy.
I knowit’s late but don’t know what time it is. All I know is I’m cold. After we finished in the shower and performed our other ablutions, Mathias brought me back to bed, and I fell asleep spooned in his arms. His demeanor changed after the shower. I doubted he wanted to even lie beside me.
“I can sleep on the sofa. I’m sure there’s a pullout.” I cringed at how hesitant my voice sounded.
