Chapter 19 #2
That makes the corner of my mouth turn up as I murmur, “Good girl.” Then I slap her ass and wrap her hair around my fist before continuing to use her like my perfect little fuckdoll.4
Ren
The sound of our wet bodies slapping together fills the shower. My scalp stings from the tight leash he’s made with my hair. Every thrust comes with a sharp tug, making my back bow.
“Fuck yeah, arch your back just like that, baby. Show me how much you want me to fuck your sweet thighs.”
I mewl at the next thrust because the more I arch, the more of my pussy he drags against. My clit is aching for direct stimulation, but this tease of him gliding in and out of my lips is equally delicious.
I squeeze my thighs tighter together, reveling in the feel of his thick cock pushing back and forth, the conditioner still providing a smooth slide. My whole body is buzzing.
“Fuck, fuck,” he growls under his breath before ripping me away from the wall and kicking the stool out of the way. He spins me around, roughly spewing, “On your knees, on your fucking knees.”
I fall to the floor, feeling like the wind has been knocked out of me, but it’s just the sight of him, muscles rippling, water dripping, eyes burning.
He looms above me like a god.
His voice is strained as he strokes his cock in his fist. “I gonna come all over your perfect tits. I want you fucking painted with my cum.”
His jaw clenches tightly and his abs go rigid, his breath ragged and torn. His eyes close right before he comes, but only for a second. He seems to force them open so he can watch his hot cum spill across my chest.
He doesn’t stare at his work long though, instead pulling me to my feet and saying, hushed and husky, “Fuck, come here.”
His mouth crashes to mine, and I unconsciously rub my thighs together. I’m not surprised to feel that they are slick with more than just conditioner. “God, that was so fucking hot. I’m dripping.” I moan against his lips, then, feeling emboldened, tease, “You should feel how wet I am.”
He chuckles softly then gives my bottom lip a little tug with his teeth. “I’d rather taste it.”
Giving my hips a gentle shove, he encourages me back toward the built-in shower bench. I sit, and the hungry look he gives me instinctively has me spreading my knees and planting my feet on the edge of the bench.
“That’s my girl.” He nods approvingly, a proud tilt to his lips.
Before kneeling in front of me, he grabs a washcloth off a hook. His beautiful brown eyes look up at me adoringly, making it harder to breathe as he tenderly wipes the conditioner off my inner thighs.
When he’s done, he keeps his heavy gaze on me as he drags his tongue over the same spot.
His beard is a rough but welcome sensation mixed with heat of the shower and flush of my skin.
He kisses the stretch marks at the peak of my thigh, his eyelids fluttering like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.
I don’t know how I’m going to let this go in a few days, let him go.
Something must show on my face because when he opens his eyes, he asks, “You okay?”
“Yes, yes,” I say assuredly, then add sassily, “Just ready for you to stop torturing me.”
He laughs then grabs my ass, hooking my thighs with his arms and tugging me to the very edge.
“Lean back, baby.” He puts a wide palm on my stomach as I recline onto my hands.
“I like when you call me baby.”
“Yeah?” His eyes soften like just maybe he likes calling me that too.
“Yeah, it makes me feel like . . . I don’t know, a cinnamon roll or something.” I giggle.
“All dripping and sweet, huh?” he jokes, then nips my thigh before dragging his nose up my slit.
He kisses me right above my pussy, a devilish glint to his heated gaze. “And what about when I call you a little slut or whore?”
“I like that too,” I answer softly, feeling shy all of a sudden. My stomach flutters, butterflies beating under his palm. Can he feel them? “But can I still be a good girl?”
“Of course.” A loose smile spreads on his lips right before he flattens his tongue for a lascivious drag through my pussy. “‘Cause you’re mine, my good little whore.” Then, as if that concludes the discussion, he covers my clit with his mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp as he laves my clit with wide, heavy strokes of his tongue.
His movements are slow, intentional, like he truly just wants me to feel every little sensation. His palm presses down on my lower stomach so I can watch every tantalizing move he makes.
He slips two fingers into me and groans. “God, you’re fucking soaked. Just from me fucking your pretty thighs? Or was it me painting you like my cum slut?”
“Every—” My sharp moan cuts me off as he returns to licking my pussy. “Thing,” I cry next, his fingers curling inside me. And I don’t just mean right now. I mean all the time, every little thing he does feels like a gift just for me.
From the first night when he covered the scratchy hay with his jacket, he continues to show me that my wants and needs aren’t superfluous, that my comfort isn’t an inconvenience.
The realization overwhelms me with emotion.
My hands on either side of his head tilt his face toward me.
I feel desperate, almost frantic as I beg, “Kiss me. Will you kiss me? Can you—”
His lips are on mine before I can finish. I taste myself on his tongue. His fingers knit into my hair, and while he’s still kneeling, I wrap my legs around his waist. My hands glide down his strong back, water pouring onto it.
I’ve wrapped myself around him, but it still doesn’t feel like enough to calm this harried desire. I pull away, gasping for air and begging, “I need you to fuck me, please. I need—”
“Shh, I’m here, sweet girl.” His voice is like cool silk against my heated skin and the way I’m burning up inside. “I’ll take care of you.”
He partially stands and wraps his arms under me. He pulls me onto his cock, slipping me off the bench before standing all the way up. I’m so relieved and I don’t know why.
Why did I feel like all of a sudden, I couldn’t breathe until he was inside me? Why, as he carries me to my bed, leaving a trail of water, does it feel like I could cry?
I’m hardly aware of the mattress and fluffy comforter under me. All I know is his body above mine, hard and hot and still dripping wet, and the way he rocks into me while holding me while softly murmuring, “That’s my good girl.”
As my heels dig into his ass, he fucks me hard but sweet, and I’m aware of nothing but the growing sensation of weightlessness as I lose myself to him and everything he is.
1. Play "Venus"—Mackenzy Mackay as indicated
2. Pause "Venus"—Mackenzy Mackay
3. Continue playing "Venus"—Mackenzy Mackay until end of chapter
4. P.S. You can check out the steamy—no pun intended—NSFW art of this scene here.