Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Pulling away, I wait for her to look at me. “Keep your hands on the bench treasure.” She bites her lip but does as she’s told. I return to her reddened pussy and bring the healing heat to my tongue to sooth her ache. I dip my tongue into her heat and savor her taste. So fucking sweet. I lick, suck, and nibble all around her, except her throbbing clit begging for my attention. She moans and writhes, and it’s obvious that she’s struggling to keep her hands on the bench, but she obeys. Her nails gently scratch at the wood as I tease her. When she peers down at me, desperate for the fall, I praise her for her efforts, “Good girl.”
I finally put my tongue flat against her clit and watch as her body tenses. I know she’s on edge and just a little suckling will have her going over. I groan against her heat and massage against her needy clit. I slip one finger in and curl it to tease that sensitive bundle of nerves. I suck her clit into my mouth and massage it with my tongue while my finger goes to work on her g-spot. She goes off under my touch like fucking fireworks. Her legs stiffen and tremble. Her moans fill the shower and sound like a fucking symphony of pleasure. I draw it out of her, sucking and massaging to get it all, every last bit of her orgasm until she’s limp and panting.
I pull away from her and find her hands gripping the bench with a death grip. I stand and lean down to kiss her. Her hands wrap around my neck, holding me there for her. I smile against her lips and pull back, grabbing her wrists. “I didn’t tell you that you could let go yet, treasure.” Her eyes go round with slight worry. That drowsy, lust-filled look is replaced with alertness. I chuckle and kiss her wrists. “Can you stand yet, so you can wash me?”
My dick is so fucking hard, it aches. It stands stiff and tall between us. Begging for attention. I know she’s going to want to play. And I can’t wait to make her beg for it. To beg for me. She smiles and stands, rather firm footed, which is more than I suggested. It’s almost like her treat woke her up. I smirk as she reaches for the soap and lets her eyes travel down my body. She gasps when she sees my dick. She bites her lip and doesn’t take her eyes away like I thought she would. Her hands find my shoulders, but her eyes are glued to my erection. Her small hands travel my body as she steps closer, bringing her breasts right into my view.
Fuck, she’s such a tease. I let her go at her own pace, washing every bit of me as her gaze returns to my cock with each and every stroke she takes. She settles on her knees with her lips just an inch away and rubs her hands over my calves. The water gently hits her back. Her small breasts bounce as she sits on her heels and finally looks up at me as she rinses her hands in the water.
Her hazel eyes flicker with desire as she wraps her hands around the base of my dick and her lips around the head. She closes her eyes and gently sucks. Fuck, her hot mouth is everything I’ve wanted. One hand on the stone wall braces me, the other reaches for her chin and gently pulls her off my dick. I can’t fucking help but to groan as she lets it pop out of her mouth.
“You have to ask permission to pleasure me, treasure.” Her mouth falls open in surprise. And her eyes flicker between my dick and my eyes.
“But you’re in need.” Her response is spoken with complete earnest.
I smile down on my sweet little Kara. “It’s my job to take care of your needs, but your only job is to obey me.”
“But you’re in need.” She repeats herself, although she drops her hands and waits for my orders.
“Yes I am. But unlike you I can pleasure myself if I need to.” My sweet little treasure narrows her eyes at me.
“It doesn’t seem fair that I shouldn’t be able to please myself when needed.”
“Never said what we’re doing is fair. Did I?”
She purses her lips although she’s less defiant than anticipated. “No, Sir.”
“Do you want to suck me off?” My dick pulses with need at my question.
She presses her lips in a firm line and seems to consider my words. Oh, fuck that. She may have topped from the bottom earlier, but if she’s thinking of doing that now there’s going to be hell to pay.
Finally, after too fucking long, she relaxes her shoulders and looks up at me and says, with a sweet-as-fucking-can-be voice, “Could I please suck your cock, Sir?”