Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
A beat of anticipation started to roll through my veins. My cock, which had been permanently hard over the last few weeks—just because my brain was broken, didn’t make my cock stop wanting what it’d barely had a taste of before the accident—started to thrum with the beat of my heart.
“Does that mean what I think it means?” I asked shamelessly.
“It means what you think it means.” She batted her eyes. “Come on, let’s get you into the shower.”
Honestly, she’d been helping me so much, and I’d gotten significantly better, so when it came to getting to the shower, it was way easier than I expected it to be.
Once I was able to swing my legs over the side of the bed, she helped me to stand, and together we shuffled our way to the shower.
Sadly, that small trek from the bed to the shower wore me out and by the time I got to the stupid invalid seat in the shower, I was collapsing into it and my cock was no longer hard.
That little factor was a nonissue the moment she closed the door and turned the shower on.
Why?
Because once it was heating up, she stripped her own clothes off of herself and I was left with an uninterrupted view of her body.
She’d gained a little weight in the few weeks since my accident—weight that she’d gained due to stress and poor hospital food—but she’d put it on in all the right places.
Like her ass and tits.
Both of which were extra shapely as her bra hit the floor and she was finally revealed to me in all her naked glory.
I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly filling with saliva at the sight of her, and said, “Damn.”
She tossed me a smile over her shoulder as she pulled the showerhead from the holder and turned with it.
“Let’s get you clean,” she purred.
I watched and waited patiently as she cleaned me, even helping me stand up once she’d run that soap and rag over every inch of my front. I took care of my ass crack—there was only so much degradation I could handle—and took a seat again when my legs started to get shaky.
“You stood way longer today than you did yesterday in the shower,” she said as she took the showerhead and hung it back up.
Her next act was to take a generous dollop of shampoo and start working it into my hair, her fingers like magic as her nails dragged deliciously along my scalp.
“You’re way better at this than the male nurse,” I teased.
“I have more attention to detail,” she moved forward and practically pressed her breasts into my face to reach the back of my head.
I couldn’t stop myself from leaning forward and catching one of her nipples in my mouth.
She giggled, her fingers slowing in my hair as I pulled and sucked on it with my tongue and lips.
She shivered, her body now covered with goose bumps, either from the lack of hot water on her or my touch.
I pulled away, allowing her to finish what she’d started, and nearly clapped myself on the back when I saw the glazed look in her eyes.
She reached forward to grab the showerhead again, this time allowing her body to straddle one of my legs in order to reach it.
I moved my hand from my thigh to her backside and pressed her into my leg.
Her breath hitched.
“Close your eyes,” she ordered.
I did, but not before catching the look of desire in her eyes.
“I want you to sit on my cock,” I grumbled.
God, I wanted more than that.
I wanted to be able to fuck the hell out of her.
I wanted to walk out of this hospital right now and go back to my normal life—one with her front and center.
My hand curled around her generous ass, fingers sinking between damp flesh—and definitely not damp from the water—and didn’t stop moving until they’d sunk straight inside of her tight heat.
Her breath hissed out as she worked her fingers through my hair to remove the shampoo, a little rougher than I thought she’d intended to.
Chuckling at the move, I slowly started to work my fingers in and out of her, encouraging her to rub on my leg with the other hand.
It was nice having to sit there and get my needs taken care of while also taking care of her needs while I was at it. It seemed mutually beneficial as hell, and even when I wasn’t an invalid, I planned to continue this trend.
Though, maybe next time I would reverse our roles.
“Ride my fingers and grind your clit against my thigh,” I ordered.
She did, her breathing coming in light pants now.
My cock was so hard that I felt like I might burst at any second, but definitely not before she was nice and satisfied first.