Page 109 of Naughty Nelle

Still holding me in his arms, Ari managed to unlock the door to my apartment, again easily with two quick passes of my key. I was beginning to think he had a special talent when it came to inserting things. Be it a key. His tongue. Or his dick. Just like before, he kicked the door open and then kicked it again, slamming it shut behind us.

Embarrassment crept over me. Here was this drop-dead gorgeous billionaire, who probably lived in some Park Avenue penthouse, in my rinky-dink one bedroom apartment. At least, it was clean and tidy. Trainman didn’t stop to notice a thing. Not even Jo-Jo who meowed loudly and brushed up against his legs. As if he’d been here a hundred times before, he carried me straight into the tiny bathroom down the hall. Given that my apartment was only 300 square feet, I guess it wasn’t too hard to find.

After gently setting me down, he yanked the shower curtains apart and turned on the water. A forceful steamy spray poured down from the showerhead. The one thing this apartment had was good water pressure.

“Take off my shirt,” he ordered.

Like a stalwart soldier, I did what he asked, my fingers trembling as I lifted his damp shirt over his head. He brushed his taut bronzed chest against mine. A shudder ran through me, all the way down my spine.

“Now pull down my shorts.”

Nervously, I fumbled to undo the button and the fly. His monstrous cock shot through the fly even before I could finish unzipping it. It was aimed at me like it was a rifle and I was the target. As I stood there wordlessly, his white shorts fell to the tiled floor.

“Saarah,get undressed.”

I couldn’t move. I was shocked into paralysis by the spectacular body that stood before me. I had taken sculpting classes at RISD and had studied all the great Italian masters, but nothing compared to the Adonis that was standing right here in my bathroom. The serrated muscles of his long legs bulged just the right amount in all the right places and connected seamlessly with those narrow hips and that perfect pelvic-V. My eyes traveled up his lean torso, lingering on his rippled abs, sculpted chest, and manly broad shoulders. And then, they closed in on that chiseled face with its parted lips and gemstone eyes that fixated on me. This man, this god, he belonged in a museum for the world to behold, not here in my hole-in-the-wall bathroom. Except, there was no fig leaf in the world that would cover the hunk of hard flesh that jutted out between his legs.

He let out a long, breathy sigh. “Oh, princess, must I do everything for you?”

I remained paralyzed as he lifted my tank top over my head and yanked down my running shorts. He stepped back and studied me, his lush lips tightening and his eyes narrowing as if they were scrutinizing every fine detail. While it was hot as hell in my un-air-conditioned apartment, a chill ran through me as his eyes roamed up and down my body. Maybe he didn’t like what he saw. The impassive expression on his face was unreadable. Then, that dazzling, dimpled smile broke loose.

“Saarah, you are even more beautiful than I imagined.”

Another shiver shot through me. Had he been fantasizing about what I looked like without my clothes on?

Before I could I build up the courage to ask him, he grabbed my hand and led me into the shower. The hot water poured down forcefully on both of us, soaking us to the bone. Facing me, he yanked the elastic off my ponytail, allowing my wavy chestnut hair to cascade down to the middle of my back. Finding my shampoo, he squirted a few drops on my head and started lathering my scalp as he flutter kissed my face. I closed my eyes and moaned. It felt good. So good. He let the pounding water wash off all the suds before applying the conditioner.

“Mmm, baby, you smell so good.” He nuzzled the side of my neck while his hands cupped my buttocks. “And you’ve got a great ass too.”

“Thanks,” I muttered as a hand moved between my inner thighs.

I was soaking wet there too, though from more than the shower. He began to caress the tender folds with long even strokes. Breathy pants escaped my chest as the slit tucked between them ached for his entry.

With his other hand, he led my hand to his enormous erection, spreading my fingers around the hot, wet column of flesh. He moved my fist up and down, letting go once he knew I knew what to do. As I pumped with vigor, he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Oh baby, you’re doing it just right. It feels so fucking good,” he hissed. My reward was the insane pleasure that pulsed between my legs as he began to rub my clit.

“Princess, your extraordinary clit is like a rosebud,” he murmured, his voice breathy and filled with lust.

I moaned at his words. A beautiful orgasm was blossoming. I threw my head back, channeling my ecstasy into the pleasure I was giving him.

“Now wash my cock, baby. All over,” he ordered, slipping a bar of soap into my free hand.

Another command. Holding his heavy balls in my right palm, I ran the bar of soap up and down his long thick shaft from the root to the crown, instinctively applying pressure. When I got to the bulbous tip, I circled the soap around its circumference and heard him blissfully hiss again.

“Now, just use your hand.”

Letting the soap fall to my feet, I did again as he asked and slid my hand along the slick, soapy shaft, surprised how easily it glided across his length. I picked up my pace, applying more pressure. I could feel his cock expanding in my palm, growing harder and bigger with each vigorous stroke. Below between my thighs, his fingers pressed firmly against my bud, coaxing it to explode in full bloom.

As the shower stall steamed up, my breathing turned ragged and so did his. The tension between my legs was mounting, rapidly heading toward the unbearable.

“Do you want to come with my cock inside that tight little pussy of yours?” He rolled his tongue inside my ear, the strangely erotic sound bringing even more pleasure to where I felt it most.

“Please!” It was a cry of desperation. I wanted him terribly.

Expecting him to lift me up against the tiled back wall and plunge his huge cock inside me, I was surprised when he yanked the shower curtain open and stepped out. Turning off the water, he scooped me into his strong arms and carried me, dripping wet with water and desire, to my bedroom. He threw me on the bed and then crawled onto it.

“You need to know I’m clean,” he mumbled under his breath.

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