Page 38 of His Sassy Little

“Oh, I know I’m perfect. But this perfection is wrapped in a small package.” His Little Hurricane was full of sass, as she stepped past him, shirt in hand and turned on the shower. Then, she used the shirt to smack his ass before tossing it in the hamper near the tub.

“Did you just smack my ass, Little girl?” Tanner was still a bit in shock over what was happening, but that had certainly felt like an ass smack.

“I know, I know, ‘I don’t get ass smacks, Little Hurricane. I give them.’ Right?” He had to admit, her impression of his voice was pretty good.

“Har, har. Very funny.”

“I thought so.” Her cheeky grin was about as adorable as they came. “Now where were we? Oh, yeah, pants… No, shoes first.”

She dropped to her knees in front of him and began unlacing his boots. Though the act itself seemed weird to him, the sight of her on her knees before him, peeking up through those thick lashes was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, even fully clothed as she was.

Arabella tapped his foot, much as he did to her when he was ready for her to lift her foot. Assuming that was the signal she was giving him, Tanner lifted his foot so she could tug off one boot, then did the same for the other.

Arabella straightened her torso and went to work on the button of his jeans and Tanner could barely stop the groan trying to work its way up his throat. God, she was going to be the death of him, and damned if his cock didn’t agree it would be the best possible way to go.

“Mind out of the gutter, Daddy.” Even as she said it, her tongue peeked out and swiped across her lips. This time, Tanner was unable to stop the groan.

“Easier said than done, Baby.”

“Well, try. This is about taking care of you, not sex.” Arabella winked at him as she said it and he couldn’t help himself, he took hold of her under her armpits and dragged her up his body, even as his pants went down around his ankles.

“Who says it can’t be both, hmm?” He slanted his lips over hers and she moaned into his mouth before she pulled her head back from him.

“Get clean first, then get dirty.” She mumbled as she wiggled out of his hold and went back to work.

Tanner once again found himself teetering somewhere between heaven and hell. On the one hand, Arabella had her hands all over him, there wasn’t a place she hadn’t touched, except one. Her sudsy hands had yet to make contact with the one part of his anatomy craving her touch the most.

She’d undressed both of them and led him into the shower, where she had instructed him to bend again so she could wash his hair, neck and shoulders. She’d continued her ministrations all the way down to his toes, even making sure to wash between them. What she hadn’t done was wash his cock, which was standing at attention, apparently even more excited by the blatant neglect. Who knew he had a bit of masochism in him?

Now she was wet, naked, and on her knees adding more soap to her palm, and Tanner prayed with everything in him that the torture was about to end. He was so turned on, he feared the second Arabella brushed her fingers over him, he might blow.

Tanner braced his hands on the wall, watching her every move as if his life depended on it. At that moment, as her sudsy hands landed on his knees and worked their way slowly up his thighs, he thought it very well might.

“Have to make sure everything is clean, Daddy.” Her voice sounded breathy and Tanner wondered if she’d gotten as worked up while she cleaned him as he had.

“Cleanliness is next t..” Tanner sucked in a breath as both of Arabella’s hands wrapped around his cock and began rubbing soap up and down the length. His ability to speak coherent sentences went the way of the birds.

Arabella worked his shaft for a good, long moment before cupping his balls and working a lather all over them.

Fuck.

Even his thoughts were down to one word at a time. When Arabella rinsed the suds away, Tanner expected her to stand up. She didn’t. No, Arabella took his dick back in hand and, being careful to avoid the water running down both their bodies, she licked the underside of his cock from base to tip before taking him in her mouth. Without preamble, she plunged her mouth down his member until it hit the back of her throat.

“Christ!” The word exploded from him as his knees just about buckled. His eyes wanted to close from the pleasure but Tanner would be damned if he missed a single second of this glorious sight.

Arabella’s tongue teased the underside of his cock, paying special attention to the sensitive area just below the head, as she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked him. Hard. With each inhuman noise that left his lips, she’d look up at him through those lashes of hers, encouraging him to make more noise.

She used one hand to grab his ass, pulling him toward her hard with each downward bob of her head. Essentially causing him to fuck her face. Each time he hit the back of her throat, she moaned around him. Her other hand fondled his balls as she worked him harder and faster.

Tanner’s hands fisted on the tile, “Baby, so good,” his hips pumped of their own accord and she hummed her approval, “Close,” he tried to warn her, but his warning seemed to spur her on. Both hands were now on his ass and she was holding him at the back of her throat as she swallowed.

“Gonna come,” he tried to warn her again, but she kept going, bobbing a few times then holding him deep and swallowing. Tanner came with a roar as Arabella swallowed every drop. He stood under the spray trying to get his breathing under control and blink the stars from his vision as Arabella gracefully rose to her feet and kissed a drop of water from his nose.

“Feel better, Daddy?” The question was all innocent in tone, but the look in her eyes was one hundred percent cat-who-got-the-canary.

“If I was any better right now, I’d be dead.”

“Good,” Arabella reached for her shampoo, but Tanner quickly grabbed her by the waist and faced her toward the wall.

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