Page 64 of Inked Devotion

I reached around her into the shower and turned on the hot water before I stripped off my shirt over my head.

She swallowed hard, her gaze going down my body. I loved how she looked at me when she looked at my chest, or anywhere on me. She always had such a hunger in her gaze that she did her best to quell, but there was no hiding it.

Just like I knew there was no hiding the need on my face.

I kissed her again, not wanting to focus on that, and the two of us took our time stripping one another before we stepped into the shower. I put my back to the spray, protecting her, as she kissed me, her hands going between us. She gripped my cock, squeezing slightly, and I let out a moan. “You keep doing that, and I’m not going to last very long.”

“I think you’d be surprised.” Then she went to her knees, and I sighed. I slid my hand through her hair, the water slicing over us as she wrapped her plump lips around my dick.

She hummed along my length and I moaned, doing my best not to move. If I did, I’d go too hard too fast, and I’d fuck her mouth until I came, spilling my seed all over those pretty breasts of hers. And of course, that image nearly had me coming, so I pulled away and tugged her up so I could press my lips to hers.

“I wasn’t done yet,” she complained.

“I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth soon. I’m going to come down that throat of yours and all over your tits. And you’re going to fucking like it, but first, I’m going to need to lick that pussy of yours.”

Her eyes widened a bit at my dirty talk, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she stepped back slowly to the seat built into the wall, spread her legs for me, and held her knees wide. “Like what you see?” she asked, and I grinned.

“Fuck yeah,” I said, before I went to my knees, latching onto her pussy. She tasted of sweet cream and bliss. I spread her folds, opening her more to my gaze. She shuddered in my hold, the water still pounding down around us as she kept her legs wide for me. I pressed her thighs even wider before I delved between her lower lips, sucking at her clit, and pushing my tongue deep inside. She shuddered, whispering my name, and I nearly came at the sound.

I wanted her to scream my name. I wanted to feel her around my dick. I wanted it all.

Only I needed to take my time.

I kept kissing her, sucking up her sweetness before she froze for an instant, and she broke. She was beautiful when she came, her body flushing, her nipples hardening into tight little points. I looked up at her as I sucked down her orgasm, needing to send her nearer to the crest again.

Then she tugged on my shoulders, and I obliged, standing so I could get closer to her.

It took maneuvering, but I lifted her up, grateful for the non-skid in the shower, pressed her back to the wall, and speared her in one thrust. Hot water fell down around us, keeping us wet and slippery and turning me on even more. She dug her nails into my back, calling out my name as I fucked her hard into the shower wall. Her pussy clamped around my dick, and I tightened my jaw, my hands digging bruises into her thighs as I fucked her hard.

When she came again, I couldn’t help it. I spilled into her, groaning her name as I took her mouth with mine. My dick twitched as I pumped into her, my orgasm hard and long, as she panted, both of us shaking.

What felt like forever, and also no time at all passed, and then she was kissing me, pushing my hair back from my face in the shower.

“I think we’re clean,” she whispered, and I snorted.

“No, I think I’m going to have to soap you up,” I whispered, keeping her still against that wall. “I can’t wait to wash those pretty breasts of yours.”

She rolled her eyes. “You just had your mouth on my pussy, and suddenly you want my breasts too?”

“I want everything, Brenna.”

I hadn’t meant to say that.

Her eyes widened marginally, and the water grew colder. “What are we doing?” she asked, and I knew this wasn’t about the shower.

I swallowed hard. “I don’t know.”

The truth was, I had no idea what we were doing.

I didn’t want to stop, even if it was a mistake.

Chapter 16

Brenna

Iscowled, looking down at the cupcakes in front of me. Pink lemonade with a lemon cream cheese frosting and a lemon curd center. They were perfection and what Annabelle had asked for. Only, something was off about them.

I tilted my head and studied them more. I knew that Annabelle would probably want sprinkles. I love sprinkles; they were a decoration perfect for most things, but I didn’t have the right ones at home. They were at the bakery, and I wasn’t going to drive there on my day off, just for sprinkles for Annabelle.

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