“Dylan—”
“Need to taste you,” he whispered, kissing my temple before sinking to his knees.
My breath stuttered with anticipation when he lifted my leg over his shoulder.His tongue darted out for one slow lick.
“Holy shit,” I moaned, my head rolling back.
With his expert tongue and fingers, it didn’t take me too long to reach the edge.
Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter as he sucked my sensitive clit in his hot mouth.I whimpered, my hips bucking in front of his face as I held on to his hair for support during the onslaught that his mouth was causing.
“Go on,” he crooned, gripping my ass.“Rub this sweet cunt on my tongue.Let me have every fucking drop.”
Dirty, filthy boy.
But I did.I rolled my hips into his mouth, shameless and wild, until the pressure was just right.
“Dylan, I?—”
I came, moaning his name with my thighs trembling as his tongue lapped through wave after wave of orgasm.My vision went white with hot lust.
When I blinked back to reality, he was standing again, holding me in his muscular arms like I weighed nothing, with a grin on his face.
“This is my dream come true,” he confessed, eyes burning into mine.
“W-what?”I said, barely able to think straight.“Standing naked in a shower with me?”
“That too, but… ” he licked his lips, tucking a lock of wet hair behind my ear.“You.Kissing you.Eating your pretty pussy until you scream.Making you cum on my face.Tasting you.”
My eyes widened when I felt him.The familiar bulge pressing against my stomach.
Already?!
Jesus, what does he eat?
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Her eyes widened in shock.A mixture of disbelief and something far more vulnerable as my hard body pressed against her soft, warm skin.What else did she expect?
I had the woman of my dreams—naked and dripping wet—in my arms.Her soft, supple tits pressed against the rigid planes of my chest, her skin slick from the shower.
How the fuck can I not be unbearably hard?
I lowered my head, nipping at her ear with a teasing bite.My lips left a trail of wet kisses down her neck as I turned the shower knob.
“One more?”I murmured, my voice low and thick with desire.“While we shower?”
“I already took a shower,” she gasped as the water poured over us.
“Then take another,” I said, pouring the body wash liberally over her chest.I caught her stern glare and winked.“You got dirty with me, so now I have to clean you up, don’t I?”
Her hazel eyes darkened, the tension between us sizzling, but she made no move to push me away.Instead, I let my hands glide over her soapy skin, the way I had fantasized countless times before.It was even better than my dirty fantasies.Massaging her perfect tits, brushing my thumbs over her hardened peaks and making her gasp under my touch.
“You’re such a pervert, Dylan,” she whispered, voice breathy when my hands slid over her taut stomach, down her back to squeeze her ass.
