Page 78 of Pulse

Instead of washing him as he’d expected, she first took care of herself, sliding her soapy hands across her chest, under her arms, over the swell of her stomach, and down between her sexy legs.

“Talia, let me touch you.”

She shook her head, smirking. “No. And be quiet.” Her eyes practically glowed with the high of being in control. And that’s what it was—she got high off the power of owning him. “Switch so I can rinse.”

He’d have walked straight into shark-infested water if she’d asked him to. They maneuvered around each other, her still stroking her hands over her body in the most erotic way imaginable and him with his fingernails digging into his palms so he didn’t disobey her command and put them all the fuck over her. To add to the torture, he got to watch the suds sluice over her slippery body before they swirled down the drain.

Damn lucky soap.

When she finished the X-rated show disguised as washing herself, she switched so he was back under the spray. “Your turn,” she said with a mischievous smile as she reloaded her hands with the fragrant soap.

The ultimate test came next—Talia’s warm, wet, soapy hands running all over him. She started at his chest, rubbing flat-palmed circles over his pecs and cleaning his chest hair. He groaned as her fingertips grazed his nipples—which had never given a crap about being involved before and which caused her to linger there playing for a few excruciating seconds.

His cock was so hard it fucking hurt, and combined with breathing in the thick steam, he was growing lightheaded. She walked around him, trailing her hands to his back, where she treated him to a quick massage. When her hands skimmed over his ass, he braced his hands on the walls of the shower to keep from collapsing.

She lowered behind him, taking care of his thighs and calves before rising again.

“I’m fucking clean,” he growled, causing her to chuckle.

“Almost.” She came back around to his front.

And then her hands were on his cock, and he was groaning long and low. This was not the light, clinical touch of someone trying to wash him. It was the caressing, squeezing strokes of a damn sadist getting off on his torment. She fisted him, sliding up and down with a twist at the end while her other hand kneaded his sac.

He kept himself propped up with his palms on the side walls, letting her play and wash away any evidence of their previous sex. Those hands on him felt like heaven and hell all at once. So good but not enough. His dick leaked so much fluid there wouldn’t be anything left when she finally allowed him to come.

She watched herself work. He watched as she drove him wild with her hand. His breathing sped, and his stomach muscles clenched. The hunger in her gaze stroked his desire as much as her fingers. It would have been so easy to come right then. He could have unloaded all over those curious hands without much more effort, but she’d promised him her mouth, so he pulled his lip between his teeth and bit down hard to keep from coming.

“Fresh and clean,” she announced in a cheerful, teasing tone that told him she was reveling in his torment. “Now, hold still.”

She lowered to her knees on the tile floor. Never had Pulse seen anything sexier than Talia at his feet with wet hair and water plastered to her head as his cock dripped two inches from her mouth. Another drop of precum beaded on the tip as she licked her lips.

“I’ve been dreaming of this,” she whispered.

You have no fucking idea.

She rubbed her cheek against his dick, ripping a gasp from him. Then, before he could get his bearings, she had him in her mouth, sucking the tip like her favorite damn lollipop.

“Mm,” she moaned. The vibrations traveled straight up his dick to his overfull balls.

This was going to be over embarrassingly fast.

Talia grabbed his thighs and pulled him deeper into her mouth. Nothing beat the intense heat and suction of her mouth.

“Fuck, Talia,” he said between heavy breaths. “You’re pretty with your mouth full of my cock.” And she was—eyes blissed, lips stretched, cheeks flushed.

Debauched and damn beautiful.

Her response was to suck him harder. When her throat muscles contracted around the tip of his cock, his hips bucked, and he reached for her head only to be slapped away by a determined Talia. She gripped his hips and pushed, anchoring him against the shower wall.

There’d be no stripping her of a single ounce of control.

Fuck, it was so hot watching her take her power back. He was more than happy to surrender to her ravenous need for dominance. As she continued to drive him mad with forceful suction and the hypnotic slide of her lips, he clenched his fist to keep from grabbing her head. It went against his instincts to let her immobilize his hips against the wall, but he resisted the urge to fuck her face and gave himself over to her command.

She tortured him with a gentle scrape of her teeth, teased the underside of his cock with her playful tongue before sucking him to the back of her throat again and swallowing. The onslaught of varying sensations kept him on edge and dying to thrust.

Sweat poured off his body, washed away by the rushing shower.

When she moaned again, the vibrations made his legs tremble.

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