“Fucking me in the shower?” I asked, hoping his plans were to continue our new morning routine.
He answered by gripping my hair with one hand and slipping two fingers inside me with the other as he moved me against the shower wall. He slowly moved his fingers in and out while he massaged my clit with his thumb.
“Ink,” I groaned. I was already close to coming, and he’d barely touched me. I was enjoying the hell out of my mid-thirties.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
He’d been making me tell him what I wanted him to do to me for a couple of days. I loved it as much as I hated it, but I’d thought of a new response I wanted to try.
“Whatever you want,” I said quietly.
“Nice try,” he said and removed his fingers from me.
“I want your fingers back inside me,” I said instantly.
He grinned and kept his eyes on mine as he slowly pushed his fingers between my legs before he quickly shoved them inside and pressed his thumb against my clit.
My knees nearly gave out, but Ink held me up. Once he was sure I was steady again, the asshole took his hand away and waited for me to tell him what I wanted.
“I want to come.”
“You know what I want,” he almost growled.
“Fine,” I huffed and tried saying it all at once. “I want to come on your fingers while you’re sucking my tits. Then I want you to turn me around and fuck me from behind while I rub my clit and you fuck my ass with your finger,” I said, rushing out the last part.
“For time’s sake, I’ll let that slide today, but you won’t get away with that shit tomorrow,” he said, causing my body to tighten around his fingers. “I felt that.”
“Please, fuck me,” I begged and moaned when his lips wrapped around my nipple. “Oh, thank fuck.” He increased his pace, pumping his hand faster. He bit down on my nipple, and I exploded.
My orgasm had barely stopped when he pulled his fingers from me and turned me around. “Bend over and put your hands on the bench,” he said, rubbing his wet fingers over my nipples. “Spread your legs.”
I quickly did as he said, and he didn’t waste any time slamming his dick into me. “Fuck,” I groaned. It wasn’t going to take much to get me there again. With one hand on the bench, I reached down and massaged my clit.
Ink pressed his finger against my ass and pushed it inside. Then he stopped moving.
“I want you to fuck my ass with your finger and fuck my pussy with your cock,” I rushed out.
He moved, but it was torturously slow. “If you want me to move faster, you have to talk slower.”
I swallowed and tried again. “I want you to fuck my ass with your finger,” I said slowly, “and fuck my pussy with your cock. Please.”
“Fuck, I love hearing you talk like that,” he said and increased his pace until he was fucking me at a quick pace.
I didn’t want it to end, but there was nothing I could do to stop the wave of pleasure that washed over me seconds later. He fucked me through my orgasm, before he pulled out and quickly turned me around, pushing me to my knees. I opened my mouth and let him fuck my face until he came down my throat. Fuck, I loved letting him make me feel dirty.
“Since this isour last night here, I wanted to make something special for dinner tonight,” my mom said.
“Can I help?” Ariel asked immediately.
“Of course you can.”
“Mom, will you make apple pies?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Assuming we have the ingredients.”
“I would love to help if you have room for another set of hands,” Daphne volunteered. “I love cooking.”
“I’ll watch London for you,” Nora said. She’d been happily babysitting London for Dice and Daphne all week since she couldn’t participate in most of the activities because of her injury.
