Page 26 of Addiction

“Naughty. Little. Girl.” He punctuated each word with a new spank.

Her breath quickened as her throbbing clit ratcheted the tension even higher. She was close, so fucking close to coming apart, and after that, he could fuck her all the way to next week as far as she was concerned.

“Oh God.”

She was practically bent at the middle as she received the next flurry of swats, hinged at the hips as her lips parted. Each strike branded fire across her aching sex, and every time he grazed her clit, she wanted to scream with relief.

Yes! The word screamed out in her head. Yes, yes, yes!

She lost count of the smacks in her head, her eyes falling closed as the pressure in her body finally peaked.

“Fuck!” Her knees buckled as desire tore through her, and for one protracted second, she thought she’d slump to the shower floor. His enormous hands steadied her, though, one arm catching her under her hips and holding her as her body pulsed with pleasure.

“Get back against the wall,” he ordered, propping her up and ensuring her hands were flat against the tiles. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, little girl.”

Lost in a haze of desire, she could only smile as he speared her, his cock sliding deep into her pussy as though it remembered the way.

“Fuck.” She whispered the word as he pushed her flat against the wall and slammed his shaft back inside her. Or perhaps she only heard it in her head as, one by one, his thrusts lunged her closer to rapture. In the end, she couldn’t process any thought at all.

The relentless rain of the shower, the last conscious acknowledgment there was, was soon drowned out by the sounds of their wet flesh colliding.

Chapter Eleven

Release

Tucker

Ella was sublime. As she contracted around his cock, he couldn’t hold back anymore. Pulling abruptly from her warmth, he fisted her head and forced her around to face him.

“Sir?” She looked stunned as she gazed up at him.

“On your knees.” He pressed on her shoulder, using his other hand to guide her into position. There was no time to explain. He was going to pump his cum all over her delectable face, then he’d hold her.

Who gave a shit about his water bill? He could afford it, and after weeks of virtually no water use at all, he figured he was owed the deluge.

His finger tightened in her sodden hair as his seed exploded over her dazed expression, her eyes fluttering closed at the same time her mouth opened to catch what he had to offer.

There were no words for indulgence like this. As the power of the orgasm swept him up like a cyclone, he could only wonder how he’d gone so long in his life without it.

Tucker didn’t know how long he stood there with the shower beating down on his back. Time had no place in perfect pockets of pleasure like the one they’d manifested. It had no right to set the tone. All he knew was that when awareness roused him again, his digits had softened in her hair, allowing her to lean against his hand. As his eyes finally opened, he realized hers were closed.

“Ella.” He tugged her to her feet, directing her back under the warmth of the water.

“That was incredible.” She mumbled the praise as he reached for the bottle of conditioner by his feet.

“It was.” His lips curled at the contentment on her face. “Let me finish your hair.”

She let out a satisfied moan as he smoothed the product into her wet tresses, apparently more than happy for him to take care of the task.

“Do you want to shave, little girl?” He remembered how smooth her skin had been when he’d first been exposed to her wonderful body and had noticed how the regrowth had started on her legs and underarms. Not that it bothered him one iota. Ella was freaking gorgeous, hair or no hair.

“Mmm?” She turned her head toward him, her brows knitting as though she didn’t understand his words.

“I have a brand-new razor over there.” He motioned to the same shelf where she’d found the shampoo. “You’re welcome to use it.”

A part of him couldn’t believe he was prepared to arm his captive, when only a few days before, he was sure she’d have used the blade against him. But things were different now. They were different. There was no rational reason to have faith in the change, yet deep down, he sensed it.

“Thanks.” Her tiny, impish smile was madly sexy as she shuffled toward the disposable razor.

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