Page 56 of The Opposite Effect

She sighs—it’s a disappointed sigh.

Her disappointment shifts to exhilaration when I slip two fingers inside her. A tingle races along the length of my spine when her plush tightness clamps around them. She’s tight, wet, and silky soft. When my fingertips brush the sweet spot inside her, her head falls back, and she sucks in a hasty breath. I keep my eyes fixed on her beautiful face as I rub my thumb over her clit and pump my fingers in and out of her at a speed I wish I were fucking her. My cock aches, begging to be immersed in her slick wetness, but I continue my mission, not willing to give into my desire until her legs give out.

A hiss parts my lips when Clara slithers her hand down theridges of my stomach and grips my throbbing cock. My balls clench when she matches the thrusts of my fingers stroke for stroke. With the warm water streaming out of the showerhead and the silky smoothness of her hand, I could pretend it is my cock plunging into her tight pussy, not my fingers.

Fighting the desire to replace my fingers with my stiffened shaft, I increase the speed of my pumps. I finger fuck her so furiously, her body jerks up and down with every thrust. My race to climax heightens when the generous swell of her breasts scrapes across my shirtless torso.

Her pussy’s clutch on my fingers tightens as the whimpers from her mouth become more winded. “Please. Oh. God.”

I stare into her eyes when her body tenses, wanting to watch her unravel in front of me, to see her quiver and shake her way through another orgasm I triggered.

“Give it to me, Princess,” I hiss through clenched teeth as I battle to hold in my climax, which is rushing to the surface.

I grip her ass and pull her closer to me, aligning our bodies together so well, my cock brushes past her clit with every stroke she inflicts. Her groans become carnal, and her pussy ripples around my fingers as if she’s milking my cock of the cum it’s dying to give her.

“Come for me, Princess. Come for me now!” I demand.

Unlike her previous orgasm, this time she comes with a soft moan. Seeing the way her eyes flare during ecstasy sets me off. Hot cum rockets out of my engorged knob in rapid, quick-fired hits. When the spurts of my cum hit Clara’s throbbing clit, the trembles of her pussy increase as do her pleasurable cries. I obtain a better grip around her waist when her knees give way to the violent convulsions racking through her body.

Once her vicious shudders slow, I pull my fingers out of her snug canal and draw her in close to my chest. The harshpants of her breaths tickle my bare torso as she struggles to secure a full breath.

“God. That was?—”

“Just the beginning,” I interrupt, my throat hoarse.

A pleased grin curls on my lips when Clara briefly nods. Her throaty pants switch to a squeal when the water pumping out of the showerhead turns colder than a witch’s tit.

“Jesus,” she shrieks, leaping out of my arms and hightailing it to the other end of the shower.

The satisfied smirk on my face morphs to cocky when I notice her steps are shaky and slow as she has yet to regain full control of her quivering legs.

“It could have been worse.”

Clara eyeballs me, blinking and confused.

“It could have switched to cold five minutes earlier.” I lock my big-headed gaze with her twinkling eyes. “Before you came for the second time.”

She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms in front of her chest, feigning annoyance. I’m not buying her act. Even if I could ignore the look of bliss on her face only two mind-shattering orgasms can produce, I can’t miss the glimmer in her eyes I’ve wanted to put there for months.

Clara looks exactly how I want her to look.

Claimed.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

My head rockets to the side when someone knocking on my front door bellows into the bathroom. I consider ignoring the interruption until a raspy voice sounds through my ears, “Brax, are you home?”

Ryan.

I shift my eyes back to Clara. “I’ve got to get that,” I inform her while nudging my head to the door. “There are clean towels under the vanity. Wait in here, and I’ll bring you some clothes in a minute.”

She huffs and crosses her arms in front of her naked chest, apparently annoyed by my request. Ignoring her white-hot glare, I rustle up my jeans from the floor, yank them up my thighs, and hightail it to the door.

Just before I open the door, I crank my head back to Clara. The lewd grin I’ve been wearing the last forty-five minutes turns massive when I catch her staring at my ass. My confidence hits an all-time high. Even annoyed at my request to stay put, she can’t help but ogle my assets.

When she notices I’ve stopped walking, her gaze lifts and connects with mine. I arch my brow and stare into her gleaming eyes so she knows I didn’t miss her lingering stare at my backside. A traffic-stopping grin stretches across her face, undoubtedly proving she isn’t the slightest bit ashamed she was busted eyeballing me.

I cockily wink at her. She winks straight back.

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