Page 53 of The Opposite Effect

“That’s not happening tonight. So, unless you tell me what you want, nothing is going to happen.”

My attempt to boost Clara’s confidence strengthens when her yearning eyes leer into mine. The heavy pants of her breaths quicken before she murmurs, “How specific do I need to be?”

My lips tug into a lewd smirk, pleased she isn’t backing down without a fight. I shouldn’t have expected anyless. Although rattled from her encounter last night, Clara is one of the strongest and most opinionated women I’ve ever met, so I have faith she’s got this.

“I only need to know three simple things. Where you want it, how fast, and how long.”

She blinks three times in a row before she replies, “In the shower, hard and fast until my legs give out.”

Ignoring my cock jumping from the hankering look beaming from her eyes, I ask, “No foreplay?”

Clara inhales a quick breath before she shakes her head. “Not yet.”

The grittiness of her voice travels all the way to the base of my cock, puffing my chest high. I’m smug as hell she’s considering round two when we haven’t even begun round one yet.

More than eager to get this party started, I rise from the floor and band my arms around Clara’s waist. A jagged growl tears from my throat when she asserts a small snippet of control I’m handing her by sealing her lips over mine and spearing my mouth with her tongue. She grunts a long, purring moan like my mouth is the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted. She explores my mouth with slow, tantalizing strokes as her nails scratch my back. Her kiss is mind-hazing and lush, a promise of the greatness about to be unleashed.

Cupping her ass, I encourage her to wrap her legs around my waist. My cock hardens to the point it is almost painful when it is seared by the heat of her scorching pussy. While my tongue becomes reacquainted with every inch of her delicious mouth, I step toward the shower recess. I rock my hips along the way, ensuring she can feel the effect her kiss has on me.

Not removing my lips from hers, I lean in and turn on the shower before reaching up to bat the showerhead out of the way. I don’t want anything impeding my view of her in the midst of ecstasy. I’ve been waiting for this moment for months, and I don’twant anything between us, not even something as simple as a stream of water.

Steam curls around us as I walk through the double-size shower to the only sturdy wall. When I reach our destination, I pin Clara to the dark gray tiled wall with my body before dragging my lips away from her.

“Here?” My breathless word exposes my wavering constraint.

“Yes.” She rubs her clit against my shaft. “Here. There. Fucking anywhere. Just do it already.”

A ghost of a smile spreads across my face. This is the first time I’ve heard her say a proper cuss word.

I drop my eyes to her hot pink lace panties. “Expensive?”

Clara leans back and slithers her hand down the smooth planes of her stomach. An animalistic groan rumbles up my chest when she grips her sheer panties in her hand and tears them off her body before muttering, “Not anymore,” exposing her patience is wearing thin.

She isn’t the only one.

I secure a better grip on her hip with one hand while the other one guides my stiffened shaft to the entrance of her pussy. She purrs a ball-clenching moan when I rub the crown of my cock through the folds of her wet pussy, coating myself in her slick wetness. Her pussy grows wetter and warmer with every second that ticks by.

Happy she’s wet enough to ease the friction she will feel from the lack of foreplay, I lift and lock my eyes with her heavy, hooded gaze. “You sure?” I ask, giving her one final chance to flee. If she agrees now, there will be no turning back. “Because my cock has a slight fascination with you that will most likely get worse once he has you.”

“Your cock or you?” Although her words are breathless, I can’t miss the cheekiness in her tone.

I sweep my cock across her clit, wiping the glint of cheek right out of her eyes and replacing it with the vibrant spark of lust.

“Does it matter either way?”

“No.” She drawls out the short word in a long, breathless moan.

“Then let me ask you again. Are you sure?”

My cock twitches when she replies, “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Then let’s do this.”

Clara throws her head back when I push the first inch of my cock inside her. Her pussy ripples around me, greedily sucking me in, begging for more.

I clench my teeth, vying to ignore how good it feels to have her snug slit wrapped around me. Even though I haven’t climaxed in months, I want this to last as long as possible.

I’ve notched in another three inches when reality dawns.

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