Page 15 of Face-Off with my Childhood Best Friend

As he opens the glass door, I blurt out, “They were so pretty and expensive!”

“Then I’ll buy you ten pairs?” he rasps. “They were pretty.” Amusement coats his words.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

As soon as we step into the shower, he closes the shower door, and the warm embrace of the water instantly pours down from above.

Oscar grabs the shower gel. The refreshing scent of sandalwood and bergamot fill the air when he squeezes a dollop on his hand.

I can see a twinkle in his eyes growing brighter as he approaches me, and he reaches out to take my arm with a warm smile. As he washes my arm and then the other, his intense gaze never falters, capturing my full attention.

I moan at his touch. It’s slow and methodical, and each stroke sends jolts of electricity to my core. It’s not the water that’s making me wet. I know my pussy is wet because of him.

What is he doing to me?

My eyes fix on his chiseled, muscular chest, which is flexing each time he runs his hands over my flesh. My gaze roams lower to his hard abdomen, and to the delicious V pointing to his engorged cock.

It is mesmerizing.

As my eyes wander up his sculpted form, they finally settle on his slightly parted lips. Suddenly, his touch on my nipple brings me back to reality, and I realize he noticed me ogling him.

My eyes flutter closed and I moan as his fingertips continue playing with my tits.

“Eyes on me.” His tone is wild, and when I glance at him, his darkening irises hold my gaze.

I watch as one hand slips away from me, curiosity pulling me towards the direction it leads. The sight of his hand leisurely stroking his engorged cock makes my eyes widen in disbelief.

“Do you want me to touch you?” he asks when he sees my fingers touch between my legs. “Do you want me to reward you?”

“Mm.” The barely audible murmur accompanies my heightened awareness of every movement his cock makes. My fingers synchronized with his hand, igniting a longing within me as I envisioned the intimate connection we once shared.

“Eyes on me,” he grunts again.

I quickly shift my gaze towards him, and our eyes connect in an instant.

“Do you want me to touch you?” he repeats.

“Yes, I—”

With a punishing kiss, all sound is stolen from my lips, leaving me in stunned silence.

My pussy throbs when his tongue slides into my mouth. My heart races as his hands firmly grip my buttocks, lifting me up and pressing me against the slippery wall.

I wrap my legs around my hips, grinding my pussy against the underside of his rock-hard cock.

I moan, needing much more. As I reach down, I feel the strength of his throbbing cock in my hand, preparing to connect with my wetness. As we push and press against each other, I feel the first inch of him, warm and pulsating.

It’s been too long, and it took Oscar to release the hunger I thought had died.

We release simultaneous groans into each other’s mouths as another inch slides inside me.

Then I still and gasp, “We need a condom.”

“You’re the only person I’ve come inside before. You’re the only one I’ve ever gone without a condom with.”

“Really?” My body lights up at the thought of Oscar only wanting to do this with me. “Me too.” I wish I could tell him it was only because of him, and not because until recently Dominic never wanted kids and wouldn’t take the risk without a condom. And as he turned out to be a cheating scumbag, I’m glad for that.

“We’re good?” he asks.

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