Page 10 of Ho Ho Oh No

“Angel, you’re so fucking sexy. Especially from up here.” With my free hand, I cup her left breast and flick the nipple. “Your chest is heaving with each gasping breath you take. And the way the water caresses your skin makes it so slick and shiny. It has me fantasizing about sliding my cock through your slippery breasts and coming all over your neck, then letting the water wash it away.”

My dirty talk must set her off because she convulses suddenly, surprising us both. Her legs seem to buckle, judging by how tightly she grips my neck.

But it’s the sounds she makes. The fucking sounds.

Fuuuck.

“That’s it, angel. Come for me.”

When she’s done pulsating in pleasure, her grip on my neck loosens as she finds her footing again.

“Woman, you are so damn enticing. I could eat you the fuck up.”

She turns in my embrace, slinging her arms over my neck. Rising on her toes, she brings her mouth to mine. Greedily, I swallow down her moans and mewls.

After we break the kiss, my eyes catch on the built-in shower bench. Such a great invention. So glad we splurged when I did the remodel.

“Sit down on the bench, angel. Spread those thighs for me.”

With an adorable giggle, she springs into motion. She knows what’s coming. Her. On my tongue. Preferably more than once.

“Before you do that...” She points her chin toward the apex of her thighs. “Do youmaybewanna do the other thing?”

My head cants to one side, and my brows raise in silent question.

Using both hands, she hoists her breasts up, then locks her sights on my cock. “Your fantasy.” Her body begs, but her tone holds her uncertainty.

I recognize it instantly. She’s testing me. Or testing herself. Perhaps both.

Am I as turned on by her body—specifically her breasts—as I claimed?

She’ll learn the answer in no time at all.

As I sidle up, she flickers her eyeline from my cock to my chest, moving gradually toward my face. Shyness flashes over her features.

Running on instinct, I trace her jawline and run my thumb over her mouth from side to side. On the second pass, her tongue delves past her lips, licking the pads of my fingers.

I encircle my cock with my free hand, slowly squeezing from root to tip while she sucks my fingertips into her mouth one at a time. I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s a temptress.

My fist isn’t enough anymore, so I line myself up between her breasts, letting my hand fall away from her lips. I thrust forward and draw back, my eyes shutting from the onslaught of pleasure. But I force them open so I don’t miss a second of this erotic sight.

“Watch how fucking sexy your tits look surrounding my cock, angel.”

Like a good girl, she follows my instructions. As she watches like she’s entranced, her lips part, tongue dancing behind her teeth. “So hot,” she mutters.

Her lips are still a little puffy from our earlier kissing, and the way the water coats her lips leaves them glossy. It gives me another idea.

“Keep your mouth open,” I tell her. “I want to alternate fucking these perfect breasts and your decadent mouth.”

Pausing to ensure consent, I wait for her to comply. She does with a smile so sexy my balls draw up.

I bend one knee, rest my foot on the bench beside her, and pump my hips, gliding my length along the valley of her breasts. She keeps her mouth open, tongue extended. After a few strokes, I maneuver to the side to get to her mouth. Meeting me halfway, she leans forward to take me between her plump lips.

I’m careful not to go too deep. Her gag reflex is more sensitive since she’s gotten pregnant. Her eyelids flutter, and a guttural moan bubbles up her throat, making her tongue vibrate around my shaft. She’s definitely enjoying it.

Same here. But I want more of those luscious breasts cradling my dick. Two more pumps, and I pull out, returning to her chest.

“I can’t decide what I love more,” I tell her, my words coming choppy. “Fucking your tits. Or your mouth.”

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