Bonus scene
CRUZ
I squirted shampoo onto my hand and rubbed it into Cat's hair. Slowly, but thoroughly, I massaged it into every centimetre of her scalp. Her hair turned a darker red when it was wet, clinging to her neck and shoulders. Water slid down her gorgeous body in torrents. She was a fucking goddess.
I turned her so she was in the middle of the flow of water, and rinsed out every bubble.
A smile on my lips, I squirted body wash onto my hand and started to wash every, perfect centimetre of her body.
I took extra care with her pussy and ass, cleaning and savouring the smoothness of her skin under my calloused fingertips.
I wanted to memorise every part of her, every freckle, every scar.
Even the scars on her legs. Especially them.
They were a permanent reminder of everything she'd been through. A reminder to me not to fuck up again.
Once she was washed to my satisfaction, I pressed her against the wall of the shower and slid my hands between her legs and up over her pussy.
"Has anyone told you how perfect you are?" I asked. I worked my hand between her legs and slipped my fingers inside her. I loved that I didn't have to be too gentle with her. She took everything I gave her and still wanted more.
"Not recently." Her voice was breathless with the way I was touching her, fucking her with my hand.
"I better tell you more often." I rubbed the heel of my hand against her clit while stroking her inside.
At the same time, I gripped one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and pinched hard. I kept my eyes on her face, watching for her reaction. Her eyes were half closed, mouth slightly open, hips rocking against me.
"Come for me, Princess," I insisted.
She opened her eyes, wider and glared at me for a moment, but I just chuckled and worked her harder. My wildcat. She was that and so much more.
Her gaze fixed on my face, she came again, rocking harder until she tilted her head back and screamed out my name. She sang much better than I did. People would pay to hear her. They'd pay to shut me up.
"You're fucking everything," I whispered. I pinched her nipple again before sliding my hand out of her and letting her push me under the water so she could wash me.
Specifically, she carefully washed my cock, making me hard again with her firm touch. She ran her talented hands up and down my length, until I was about ready to come in her fingers. Right before I did, she lowered herself to her knees and took me into her mouth.
I grabbed a fistful of hair and fucked her mouth, ramming myself down to the back of her throat. She took every centimetre of me, gagging beautifully with every thrust. She looked up at me, her blue eyes intense like she was pretending she hated me.
I liked this game. I liked being rough with her, and loved that she enjoyed it. She was no fragile flower, she was a fucking queen.
I held back nothing, thrusting hard until I came, spilling myself into her mouth. I held her there, waiting until she swallowed every drop before I pulled out of her.
"You really do hate my mouth." She smiled.
I chuckled. "Definitely. I hated seeing you gag on my cock. On the other hand, it was a good way to shut you up." I helped her to her feet.
She slapped my wet ass. "Brat."
I grinned. "Yeah, I am. So are you. But your mouth belongs around my cock. I think I better buy you some knee pads, you're going to need them."
"I'd hate that." She pressed her palms to my chest and kissed me.
"I thought you might. Me too. Sometimes we have to make sacrifices. This is ours." I'd accept her sacrifice all day every day. She looked good on her knees in front of me.
So fucking good.