Page 74 of Wyatt

“You like it shaved?”

“I like it how you like it. And I think you bein’ this way turnsyouon.”

She nods. “Feels more—wow—sensitive this way.”

Good God. This girl.

I imagine her exploring what feels best in her shower.Shaving her pussy, then grabbing the showerhead to see what happens.

The idea just about sends me into a death spiral.

I give her panties a quick, hard pull, and her hips punch forward. Aw, yeah, she really is sensitive.

Then I pull the panties aside and dig my first two fingers into her swollen slickness.

“Jesusfuck,” I bite out. “Soaked. What the fuck—why the fuck—how the fuck—Sally, fuck you for not tellin’ me. I gotta take care this for you, Sunshine.”

“Fuck you right back.” She laughs, a breathless sound, as she goes up on her tiptoes while my fingers glide through her slit, front to back, front to back again. “When was I supposed to tell you? Over lunch with your brothers?”

Fair point. Still enrages me that she’s been walking around like this.

“Never again,” I manage.

Turning her head, she looks up and bites my chin. “Take care of it now.”

In reply, I jerk my hips. At the same time, I push a finger inside her. She is so tight and wet I can’t see straight.

I wanna fuck her here so bad I can’tsee straight.

Gently thrusting my finger, I flatten my palm so I hit her clit too. Her knee wobbles, and her pussy flutters around my finger.

“Close?” I murmur.

She nods her head, apparently beyond words.

I thrust my finger one last time before I pull it out to circle her clit. Sally shudders, then cries out when I pull my hand away altogether.

I bring my finger to her lips. “Taste yourself.”

“Wyatt—”

“I ain’t asking. Open your fucking mouth and tell me how you taste so I know what I have to look forward to.”

Glancing up at me, Sally parts her lips. I insert my fingerinto the hot heaven of her mouth. Looping the rope through my hand several times so it stays put, I use that hand to cup her breast, squeezing so that her nipple meets with my thumb.

“Yeah, I’m gonna fuck you here too,” I nearly yell when she strokes my finger with her tongue, then sucks on it. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Sunshine? You’d suck my dick just like this, and you’d love it. I’d make you love it.”

She nods. My cock pulses. I stroke her nipple, and she nips at my finger with her teeth.

“Tell me what you taste.”

“Me,” she says, pulling back so my finger falls away. “You.”

Her eyes are hazy. The pink in her cheeks is bright.

Something in me snaps.

I loosen the rope just enough so I can pull off her shirt. I unclasp her bra and toss everything to the side.

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