Chapter 17
FAVORITE PORN STAR
DYLAN
Her eyes widened in shock. A mixture of disbelief and something far more vulnerable as my hard body pressed against her soft, warm skin. What else did she expect?
I had the woman of my dreams—naked and dripping wet—in my arms. Her soft, supple tits pressed against the rigid planes of my chest, her skin slick from the shower.
How the fuck can I not be unbearably hard?
I lowered my head, nipping at her ear with a teasing bite. My lips left a trail of wet kisses down her neck as I turned the shower knob.
“One more?” I murmured, my voice low and thick with desire. “While we shower?”
“I already took a shower,” she gasped as the water poured over us.
“Then take another,” I said, pouring the body wash liberally over her chest. I caught her stern glare and winked. “You got dirty with me, so now I have to clean you up, don’t I?”
Her hazel eyes darkened, the tension between us sizzling, but she made no move to push me away.
Instead, I let my hands glide over her soapy skin, the way I had fantasized countless times before.
It was even better than my dirty fantasies.
Massaging her perfect tits, brushing my thumbs over her hardened peaks and making her gasp under my touch.
“You’re such a pervert, Dylan,” she whispered, voice breathy when my hands slid over her taut stomach, down her back to squeeze her ass.
“And?” I asked, my lips capturing hers in a deep, wet kiss. “You’re not stopping me.”
Her breath mingled with mine, warm and needy, and I drank it in. How can anyone be so fucking perfect? I couldn’t stop kissing her, devouring her breathy moans and letting her touch me wherever the fuck she wanted with her soapy hands.
Her eyes burned with curiosity, excitement, and lust. I let my gaze wander, memorizing every detail of her as if I wanted to paint her. From the tiny beauty mark beneath her eye to the gentle curve of her ear and the slender dip of her neck.
The shower washed off our soaped bodies, but I didn’t let her go. I held her pressed to my chest, our skin slick and warm.
“Dylan,” she said, giving me one of her fuck-me-stern looks. It didn’t affect me (only turned me on) since she was raking her nails over my back with the tips of her nails. It felt calming yet erotic.
“Katie,” I parroted against her lips, my hand gliding lower between us—ignoring my cock, which throbbed painfully for her touch—and finding her sensitive button of pleasure.
She took a sharp breath, her hand clutching my arm when I found it, rubbing lazy circles on it.
“W-what… stop it,” she stammered, her voice trembling.
I chuckled darkly. “You can give me one more, right?” I purred, my voice low and sweet as sin.
Without waiting for a reply, I picked up the shower head, adjusting its position until the stream hit exactly where I wanted.
“Open your legs,” I commanded, trying to keep my tone sweet.
Katie shivered, flickering her eyes between the stream of water from the shower head and me. “I don’t think I can.”
I tightened my grip on the showerhead. Leaning in, I captured her lips in a slow, possessive kiss, my voice low and coaxing.
“Of course you can,” I whispered against her mouth. “You came twice on my tongue that night, didn’t you? Two times, Katie. You can do it again, no? For me, hm?”
My fingers found her nipple, tweaking it gently. Her soft gasp shot straight to my cock, making it throb even harder.
Her hand lifted and cupped my length, making me jolt forward as a curse escaped my lips.
“Only if you do it with me,” she whispered, her fingers flexing on my dick.
The sight of her fingertips on my velvety hard skin made my mind go blank. Her fingers couldn’t even wrap fully around my girth. Fuck me.
“W-whatever you want, Katie,” I rasped, positioning the showerhead to spray over her sensitive clit and spreading her thighs. “Let me see that gorgeous pussy of yours.”
She acquiesced, her legs trembling as the water hit just right, making her shiver. Her hand continued stroking me, and I groaned, tightening my grip on her waist.
My eyes traveled over her body. The way the water made her skin glow, the curve of her hips, the tautness of her stomach. I leaned down, capturing one of her nipples between my lips, humming at the sweet gasp falling out of her mouth.
Her other hand moved from my arm to feather my hair, clutching it. I took my sweet time worshipping her hard peaks with my tongue, biting them gently. Her body quivered. Both from the assault of my mouth on her fucking perfect breasts and from the shower’s stream.
“Dylan,” she said, her voice wavering.
“I know,” I whispered, my lips brushing over her skin, my hand sliding lower. Her thumb grazed the tip of my cock, and I bit my lip at the sensation. “You want more, don’t you?”
She nodded as her lips parted in anticipation.
I dropped the showerhead and cupped her soaked pussy, groaning at how wet and ready she was.
“So fucking wet for me,” I mumbled, eyeing the way she continued stroking me, inexperienced but fucking irresistible.
“This pussy needs me to make her cum, yeah?” I said, my voice low. “Needs my thick fingers to stretch her open and make you cum all over me, doesn’t it, hm?”
“Yes,” she gasped, eyes fluttering shut as I slid my fingers inside the warm heat. Her walls clenched me and I almost came at the sight of her riding my fingers when I kept fucking her slowly.
Her legs trembled, and I knew she was close.
So was I.
I was already sensitive from my previous orgasm, so reaching the second one didn’t take too long. With a couple more pumps, I was exploding with orgasm. I hissed with pleasure when white-hot cum splattered from her tits, stomach to her pussy.
Her eyes widened, but she continued moving her hand over me, milking me dry until I pulled away, breathless.
Afterwaves of orgasm rocked through us as I watched her hot body painted with my cum. With our bodies slick with water and orgasm, I kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans, and pressed her gently against the wall.
“I wish I could fuck you right now,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. “Sink my cock in this sweet cunt and never leave.”
“Oh,” she whimpered, arching into me as I smeared my cum over her tits, pinching her nipple with it, making her gasp.
Knock knock.
We froze.
“Dylan?” My eyes widened hearing my sister’s voice.“What the hell is taking you so long? Are you taking a shit?”
I exhaled deeply, annoyed at her for the umpteenth time. She really had the worst timing. “No, I’m jerking myself,” I replied, my hand still resting possessively on Katie’s breast. It was soft and squishy.
Katie’s mouth parted in disbelief.
“Ew!” Amanda replied. I could imagine her face of disgust. “I wanted to ask if you’d seen Katie, but never mind.”
Yes, dear sister. Katie was pinned in front of me. Pinned against a wall and my chest. With nowhere to go until I make her cum again. Also, her sexy body was painted in my cum because she gave me a handy.
“Can you please not interrupt me when I’m doing self-care?” I replied, licking Katie’s hard nipple covered in my cum and kissing her. She moaned, and I had to shush her.
“What was that?” Amanda asked.
I grinned and Katie shook her head when my hand lowered between her slicked thighs, rubbing her clit.
“You have to be quiet, Katie,” I purred, increasing my pace. “If you don’t, she’ll find out I had you naked and wet pinned on the wall with your pretty pussy leaking all over my hand… while you’re covered in my cum.”
“Dy—lan!” she cried out, but I planted my palm on her mouth.
“I’m watching porn!” I yelled back and kissed Katie’s nose before whispering to her, “Of my favorite porn star. Katie Martinez.”