As I take off my makeup, scrubbing my face clean, I can’t help the smile that stays glued to my face.
Feeling giddy and pleased with myself I turn on the shower and set the temperature to a warm setting before going in.
I close my eyes as I let the warm water splash across my face and glide down my body. I even let out a moan at how good it feels under the pressure of the shower head.
Turning my back to the stream I grab the shampoo the Old Ladies at Vipers MC have so kindly stocked me with. My heart swells with affection knowing just how much they did for me.
Closing my eyes once again I tip my head back and rinse out the shampoo.
As I’m halfway through rinsing out my thick hair I hear the shower curtain being pushed open.
Opening one of my eyes I find Oak in all his glory stepping inside the shower with me.
And despite how sore I am my pussy clenches at the sight of him.
Clearly she didn’t get the memo on how walking has literally proved to be discomforting for me at the moment.
Oak’s eyes do a sweep of my body and I feel my blood humming in my veins. His eyes linger on my breasts and then the flare of my hips before they return with a hunger on my own.
I lick my lips and his eyes follow my tongue. “For how big you are it should be impossible for you to move that quietly.” Still, I find it in myself to sass him while I physically ache for him to touch me.
Acting as a predator who is closing in on his prey he takes a step towards me. His eyes darken but it doesn’t quell the desire flowing through his blood like lava. “You can thank my times as a Marine for that.”
Wanting to get that dark look out of his eyes I ask him with a seductive purr, “And who do I thank for this sexy as sin body?”
His eyes lighten then, the dark past vanishing before my eyes. “You can thank me for that.”
I close the distance between us and lay my hands flat on his broad muscled tattooed chest.
His body immediately yields to my touch.
“And how would you like me to thank you?”
Those lips of his tip up in a mischievous smirk. “Trust me, baby, I can think of more ways than one.”
“Then tell me,” I say to him in a husky tone that exposes how horny I am for him.
Taking my wrists he removes my hands from his chest and crosses them behind my back. With this motion my breasts jut out and the water glides off my peaked nipples.
“As much as I’d love those lips wrapped around my cock again,” he says in a voice that’s throaty, “I’d rather be inside your tight wet cunt.”
My pussy clenches at his words and I can feel the slickness between my thighs.
Bounding my wrists in one of his hands he glides the other up my body and the outer swell of my breast before rubbing his thumb over my nipple.
Not ashamed in the slightest and knowing it pleases him I moan loudly. His cock twitches against my stomach.
“Do you want that, baby? Do you want to feel me stretching your tight pussy until you ache all over?”
“I already do,” I pant.
His smirk is a self satisfied one now. “That’s because your cunt needs to get used to my cock.”
He rubs my nipple in maddening circles and it has my hips moving restlessly. When I can formulate a response I reply, “Oak, your cock is massive. I don’t think anyone can get used to that.”
He raises a brow. With that dominant tone he tells me, “But I’m not talking about anyone, Grace. I’m talking about you.”
“Oak,” his name comes out as a whimper.
