Page 53 of Day Shift

“You dare to question my stamina from this position, my Angel?” I growled.

“Mm-hmm,” she taunted.

With that, I hammered my cock into her, my gentleness long forgotten in the wake of how she provoked me. My girl was no angel in bed; she was my vixen, my personal addiction.

“Stroke that clit of yours while I fuck you,” I demanded. “I want to feel you squeeze around me again.”

“Like this?” she asked, putting her fingers in a V shape and sliding them down between her legs. She began stimulating her clit while adding friction to the sides of my dick at the same time.

“Perfect,” I grunted, pounding into her wet heat. The way her walls tightened around my dick drove me wild. The arm that held her weight began to shake, so she twisted her fingers into the sheets, providing her the leverage to return my thrusts stroke for stroke. With each one, the tip of my cock pulled all the way back to the edge of her entrance before slamming against her back wall.

“Fuck…Conan,” she moaned, and I could sense her approaching climax. Her breaths started coming in short gasps as her body tensed.

“Come for me, Angel,” I commanded, feeling my orgasm building as my balls tightened.

With a cry of pleasure, she shuddered. Her walls clenched around me, waves of ecstasy crashing over her.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled out and let my hot cum shower her back, painting her skin with the evidence of our passion.

“Wow,” she breathed heavily, turning to look at me with wide eyes. “I didn’t think you had that in you.”

“Never underestimate me, my Angel.” I grinned, admiring the sight of her flushed face and heaving chest.

Sliding one leg off the bed, I reached over and lifted her in my arms, then carried her to the shower in her en suite bathroom, our lips locked in a passionate, never-ending kiss. Without releasing her, I reached an arm in and turned on the hot water.

While we waited for it to heat up, I plopped her ass on the vanity. I couldn’t stop kissing her, couldn’t get enough of this woman. Every time those icy blues gave me her attention, fiery tendrils shot from my core to my groin. There was no rational explanation for why I was blazing toward this woman like wildfire. Nor was there any denying it either.

“My Angel, you’re all mine now,” I whispered, stamping a kiss on her forehead. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

With that, I lifted her off the counter and guided her into the shower. When we stepped under the spray, she jumped away—the water was a bit too hot. I moved to block it from hitting her and quickly adjusted the temperature as her laughter filled the steamy air.

“Let me help you,” I murmured, reaching for the soap. Standing naked before me, she nervously crossed her arms in front of her chest. I took my time tracing her form with my eyes, then cocked my head to the side. “So now you’re shy?”

Biting the corner of her lip, she placed her hands on my chest. “No, just feeling exposed. The lights of the shower, the closeness…the nakedness. It’s all just very real, standing here as you scrutinize me from head to toe.”

“I’m not judging you, beautiful. More like stunned that you’re standing before me.”

I gently pulled her against my chest. She wrapped her arms around my waist, sighing as she relaxed into me. Reaching over to the bottle of bath gel, I squirted a handful into my palm and lathered my hands up behind her. Then I caressed her skin, running my foamy hands from the nape of her neck down her back and over the curves of her ass. After I was finished, I shifted her into the warm spray. She let out a mellow sigh against my chest. I took the time to drink in this moment, running my fingers over her back and tracing the curves of her sides. She was the perfect fit for me.

Forcing myself to break out of the trance I’d succumbed to, I groaned and moved her so I could grab the shampoo. I squirted it into my palm and applied it to her long locks, tenderly stroking her scalp and running my fingers through her hair while she rested her forehead on my pec. Turning her within my arms, I guided her head under the spray, carefully rinsing her hair. Then I added conditioner to her lengths and repeated the rinsing process, leaving her hair smooth and tangle free. Remembering the hair tie holding my hair back, I pulled it out and shook my hair like a wet dog. She giggled, reaching up and running her hands through it.

Stepping back, I took her chin with my thumb and gave her a soft kiss. With my fingers, I combed her hair up into a high, crazy bun, securing it with the hair tie. Now that I had full access to her long, slender throat, I couldn’t help but trail tender kisses along it. It would have been easy to lose myself in her, but I stepped away to add more soap to my hands. I scrubbed them together, creating lots of foamy goodness before placing my hands on the sides of her neck. Moving from her neck, over her shoulders, and downward, I explored every curve and crevice of the rest of her body. The intimate touch, combined with the hot water and steam, reignited the fire between us.

She rose on her toes, wrapping her hands around my neck, and pulled me in for a demanding kiss.

“Your turn,” she said, taking the soap from me and repeating the process on my body. She even climbed onto the bench and tenderly cleaned and conditioned my hair. God, did her touch make my head spin. Her skin glistened under the water, and my cock hardened once more as she ran her fingers over it with soap and rinsed it clean. Angel noticed, biting her lip and giving me a playful grin. “Already?” she teased. “You really are insatiable.”

“I’m fucking bewitched by you, my little devil in angel’s wings,” I replied, wrapping my fingers around her tiny waist and pulling her close. Sitting down on the bench, I hoisted her up to stand over me and positioned her feet on either side of my hips. Her wet pussy hovered just above my face—the perfect height for me to taste her again. She gasped when my tongue found her clit. I began licking it and sucking it between my lips while my hands wrapped around her ass. I could smell her arousal and taste her desire.

“Delicious,” I growled, sinking my tongue into her sensitive folds. My hands forced her harder against my mouth while my fingers teasingly brushed against her puckered hole. She gasped again, louder this time, gripping my hair as I sucked on her clit.

It wasn’t long before her body tensed up. Just before she came, I lowered her onto my rock-hard cock, growling in pleasure when her tight walls engulfed me once more.

“Ride me, Angel.”

She ground her hips in rhythm with mine and held my face as we kissed passionately. I gripped her tightly, driving her up and down my shaft as we moved together in perfect sync.

“Come with me, my Angel,” I growled, my climax building. She nodded, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sent heat down my spine.

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