Page 50 of Tripp

I gripped the back of his hair and tugged. “If you think for one second I’m gonna let you stick that anaconda in my ass, you’re crazy.”

“Anaconda?” He laughed at my word choice, but that was exactly what his dick was.

No way. Not gonna happen.

“Fine. For now. We’ll work up to it.”

I attempted to object but he silenced me with his mouth, his tongue teasing my bottom lip before deepening the kiss. One hand gripped my backside, anchoring me to him, while the other held the back of my head, his fingers seizing my hair and positioning me exactly how he wanted. Tripp took control every time we’d been intimate, and this time was no different.

“Wanna wash up?” Already en route to the bathroom, his strong legs carried us toward the shower. Placing me on top of the vanity, he spun around and turned on the faucet, testing the water until it heated to the temperature he wanted.

While his back was to me, I removed my nightshirt. The only piece of clothing remaining was my black panties. When Tripp caught sight of me topless he groaned, reaching for his cock which already seemed painfully hard.

“What are you doing to me, woman?”

“What? We’re gonna take a shower, aren’t we? Well, I have to get naked before I get in, don’t I?”

“Yeah, I guess.” His eyes roamed my entire body, and when I hopped down from the counter and lowered my panties, he growled—literally growled, like some kind of hedonistic animal. It was extremely hot.

“Give me a minute and maybe I’ll think about giving you some. As long as we’re in the shower,” I made sure to add. I acted like I was doing him some kind of favor, but in reality it was me who was going crazy over not being able to have sex with him. Tripp had become like some sort of drug. The way his touch ignited my skin. The way he looked at me, which made my body hum. The way his kiss made me wet. The way he moved his body when deep inside me like the most blissful, erotic escapade.

“Hurry up.” He disappeared, but not before giving me one of his famous smirks.

I called for him to come back inside once I’d finished taking care of necessary business, stepping under the water while I waited for him to appear. A gust of air cooled my skin when Tripp opened the shower door. I soaked in the sight of him, taking my time raking my gaze over every inch of his body. When my eyes landed on his, he smiled. No smirk, no mischievous grin, just an honest-to-goodness happy, peaceful, enthralled smile.

Clicking the door shut, he backed me against the far wall, slowly reached for my hands and pulled them above my head. “Tell me you want me,” he instructed, dipping his head and kissing my neck, licking and sucking until his lips nipped my earlobe. “Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.” His warm breath triggered goose bumps across my skin.

“Yes,” I panted, licking my lips and praying he’d kiss me again soon.

“Nope. Not what I wanna hear.” His teeth snagged my lower lip, the quick shot of pain exciting me more than I thought possible. “I want you to tell me how badly you want my cock. Don’t be shy either.” His hold on my arms tightened while his lower half held me in place, the cool tiles warring with the heat of the spray.

I wasn’t particularly skilled in the art of dirty talk, but if Tripp wanted to hear some filthy things then I’d try. But first I was gonna have some fun.

“I love your big penis,” I moaned, holding back the smile threatening to give me away.

He pulled back, and the faux irritated look on his face was already making the corners of my lips twitch. “What the hell, Reece? ‘Penis’ is such an unsexy word. In fact, I can feel mypenisdeflating as we speak.” He was lying, of course; his arousal was hard and thick, pressing against my belly. “Try again,” he urged.

I kissed him quickly before pursing my lips as if in deep thought about what I should say. “I’d love for your cock. . . .” I paused for effect, to which his eyes lit up. “ . . . to fill my vagina—” Tripp cut me off before I could continue with my ‘sexy talk.’

“Novaginaeither.”

I couldn’t help it, the laugh I’d been holding bursting forth.

“I knew you were fuckin’ with me.” He chuckled, reaching down and lifting me up the wall. “Stop messin’ around and tell me what I wanna hear or else.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist and anchored myself to him. “Or else what?”

“Or else I’ll spank that plump ass of yours,” he threatened, the tilt of his mouth telling me he might just like to do that.

“You keep threatening to spank me. What if I want you to?” I teased, biting my lip while waiting for his reaction, which was immediate.

“Then I’d say that in a couple days when we can really play, I’ll redden your ass, all while making you beg for me to fuck you hard.”

I swore my temperature rose ten degrees, and it had nothing to do with the hot water raining down on me. “Well, until then. . . .” I took a deep breath, and leaned in to lick the shell of his earlobe before spouting, “I want your big, thick cock deep inside me.” His muscles tensed. “I want you to fuck me like you’ve always wanted. Don’t hold back.”

“Fuck me,” he growled before releasing my hands and unhooking my legs from around his waist. He didn’t say another word, instead surprising me by spinning me around as soon as my feet hit the floor of the shower and pushing between my shoulder blades to bend me over.

“What are you doing?” I stupidly asked, knowing damn well what he had planned.

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