“There it is,” he crooned, before shoving it deeper, only then to remove it completely. I was a wanton hussy and ready to be railed.
“Give it to me,” I whined.
He chuckled again. “So needy. I’ll give it to you after you answer my question.”
John wedged the tip of his cock just inside my hole and reached around to fist my cock. “What? What’s the question?”
I fucking loved this side of him.
“Did you really go out and fuck someone last night?” he asked as he held my cock in a death grip.
“Why?” I answered, knowing what it would do to him. “Why does it matter?”
He leaned over my back and took my face in his left hand while his right choked my chicken. “Because you’re mine, goddamn it. And that’s the way it's going to be.”
I shivered as he took my mouth in a searing kiss and then pulled back. “Answer the fucking question.”
I blinked at him. “No. I went for a beer.”
His entire expression changed when he took my mouth again before slamming home. My back arched as he held me close, railing my ass like no one ever had. He clutched my body to him as he jerked my cock.
We were both climbing to the edge of something unbelievable and when he hit my gland and jerked me hard, my body went stiff as I exploded all over the wall. My asshole clenched around his shaft as he chanted in my ear.
“So fucking tight … god bless America,” he crooned in my ear as he filled the condom with his release.
I sagged forward as both our knees went weak. My head rested against my arm braced on the tile wall as John caught his breath. Before I was ready, he took a step back and withdrew from me to dispose of the condom.
The warm water cascaded over my back as I expected him to get out and leave. But I was wrong. The pop of the cap of my shower gel caught my attention as big hands moved over my body, massaging and washing me tenderly. I didn’t want this from him. I needed the rough and commanding, not the sweet and sensual. But John gave me no choice in the matter.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, his demeanor completely different. I wanted to tell him not to call me that, but it was pointless. He was going to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do.
“Yeah, Big Daddy. I’m good.”
I expected him to balk at my nickname, but he just chuckled and continued to wash me, then himself. Washing him was outof the question. It was too intimate for me, and I was fine as long as we kept this primal. Only fulfilling each other’s carnal needs.
He must have sensed what I needed, because he popped me on the ass cheek, leaving a delicious little sting behind. “Let’s go. I’m starving.”
I nodded as he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He tossed it to me and grabbed a second one for himself. I watched as he dried off, never making eye contact. And for some reason, that settled me inside.
“I’m going to get dressed. “
I nodded, then went to dry myself.
John looked over at me and started laughing. “What the fuck are all those doing stuck to the wall?”
I followed his gaze to the collection of dildos suction cupped to the shower wall. “I keep them handy,” I said. “Leaving them attached means I can fuck myself any time I want. GQ recommended the tentacle.”
John’s eyes went wide. “Nope. I don’t want to know.”
I grinned as he exited the shower. “Brent,” he called. “I meant what I said. You’re mine.”
And with that, he walked out of the bathroom, leaving me grinning.
Ten minutes later, we were dressed and ready to go. I motioned toward Dare’s room. “I’m going to see if they want to get dinner.”
I closed the distance and heard them talking as if they were right on the other side of the door. These two had gone and gotten married, and when Dare said something that must have been sweet to Greer, I had to make fun of him.
“Awww,” I crooned from outside his door. “You two are so fucking sweet. Did you hear them?”
