Becausefuck.
She looked like a goddess of sex.
Katie stood there like every filthy fantasy I had ever had but wetter and sexier.Water trailed down her heavy breasts in rivulets, gliding over dusky nipples that looked hard enough to cut glass.They were round, perky andsofucking perfect.
“Holyshit…” I said in awe, my voice hoarse as my eyes slowly drank her in.My cock jerked against the thin barrier of my boxers.“You look like a fucking sin.”
“Dylan,” she called me, my eyes snapping to her flushed face.She swallowed.“We shouldn’t.”
I took a step forward.Then another.Until her back met the cold tile.She didn’t even flinch, just let me cage her in with my arms, palms pressing against the wall on either side of her head.
“Why not?”I challenged her.My voice was smoky and rough.My gaze slid down to her lips, then lower to her wet hair that stuck to her neck and shoulders, distracting me.
I was surprised I hadn’t already ruined my pants by cumming in them.
“What do you mean, why not?”she said.“You’re… you.Dylan.I-I can’t.This is wrong.We shouldn’t.”
But her eyes betrayed her.Dropping low to where my boxer was hanging on for its dear life.
I closed the distance between us and savored the sharp intake of her breath when my bulge pressed against her stomach.Her breath hitched when my lips grazed her ear.
“Then why…” I licked her ear shell, clenching my fist when she gasped.“Are youthiswet, Katie?”
She swallowed, fists curling like she wanted to push me away.But didn’t.
“You really don’t want to fuck me?”I teased, catching her slender wrist and guiding her hand down the hard plane of my abs.My pulse thundered in my ears when her palm skimmed lower.
My eyes were pinned to her face.Enjoyed the way she was gazing at me.Taking me in.
“Go on,” I coaxed, voice dropping into a filthy growl when I pressed her hand over the thick length straining against my boxers.“Tell me you don’t want to use me.Tell me you don’t want to ride my cock until you forget your own name.”
She licked her lower lip which was plum and wet.
I moved my hips, humping her palm like a dog in heat.“Please,” I whispered, biting her earlobe.“I’ll beg if you want me to.”
Katie’s lashes fluttered as her hand moved on its own.Exploring.Stroking.
“Fuck…” I let out a low moan.I dropped my head onto her shoulder as she teased me through the damp fabric.
“Then beg,” she whispered.
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I’LL BE YOUR GOOD BOY
KATIE
“Then beg,” I said, my voice trembling and full of nerves and hunger.
I wasn’t expectingthis.I wasn’t expecting him to stay at Amanda’s apartment.And Idefinitelywasn’t expecting him to walk into the bathroom as the scent of clean soap and steam curled around us.
But here he was.
Close.
Tooclose.
His breath fanned over the curve of my neck, warm and intoxicating, sending shivers darting down my spine.His hard and strong body pressed against mine like a living wall of heat.His cock, thick and rigid, strained against the soft barrier of his boxers and into the palm of my hand.
