Page 86 of Wildest Dreams

She gave me a weird look. “I was thinking more…mutual shower and porking?”

“Oh.” I tried to mask my pathetic delight. “Sure. Fuck Baby Reindeer. Let’s go.”

On our way to her en suite bathroom, we peered through Grav’s door. She was fast asleep, snoring softly after a long day at the zoo.

We kept the bedroom door open but locked the bathroom and undressed. I flicked on the rain shower and watched Dylan put her phone on the vanity to get undressed. It was the first time I’d seen her completely naked, and I couldn’t goddamn take it. This young, gorgeous woman needed to make up for the sexless time she’d lost during those years of hibernation. And I was happy to be of service.

I got rid of my underwear and socks until I was stark naked in front of her. She turned to me and whimpered, watching me stroke my already hard cock.

“Seriously, Rhy, how is it going to fit?”

“Trust the process.” I chuckled. “By the way. Ass play? Anal? Yes? No? Maybe?”

“I’m willing to do anything fun.” She gathered her hair into a high bun.

“Oh, it’s fun.” Pause. We both grinned at each other. “Get into the shower, and lather yourself in soap.” My tone turned businesslike.

She flushed with excitement, hurrying into the shower.

I leaned against the vanity, watching her squirt liquid soap into her palm. She cupped her tits and moved her hand all over her body sensually. It was like a slow striptease for me, and I used the opportunity to stroke my cock and get used to the glorious sight of her so that I wouldn’t come when I was halfwayinside her. I usually lasted a long time. But I usually wasn’t fucking my absolute goddamn fantasy.

“Join me,” Dylan coaxed, smushing her tits together. Her body was insane. Long, lean legs, a round ass, and the faint outline of abs.

“Kneel in front of the granite bench.” I pushed off the vanity, opening the steamed glass door and stepping inside.

She did, the pearly cobblestones of the tiles digging into her knees.

I sat in front of her, my cock twitching in front of her face. She stared up at me with those dark, sexy, upturned eyes that had always symbolized power and strength to me. She went in to suck my cock but I tsked, reaching between her legs like I was fishing for something at the bottom of my bag, my fingers penetrating her pussy. She was already soaked, but not enough to take me.

“So wet. Good girl.” I gave her pussy a few degrading pats. “Now take this cock in your mouth, and show me how much you want it.”

She grabbed me by the base, flattening her tongue and taking not even a quarter of it in, using her hand to pump my length up and down with a swirl, before I put my hand on hers.

“Did I say you could use your hands?”

“Ah…”

“Masturbate with both hands while you suck me off. One hand on your clit, the other inside you.”

She complied, sucking my tip and masturbating. My dick swallowed her whimpers.

Because she had nothing to anchor my dick with, it kept swinging in her face, slapping her cute pink cheeks and slipping from her mouth. Her back arched, and she rolled her waist like a pro, and I knew—just knew—I had to come at least one time before I could fuck her properly and last. Through the noise ofthe pounding water, I heard the slurps of her pussy. I didn’t want her to come. Not like this. And I was close.

“Use your hands on my cock,” I instructed. “I want to come on your face. May I?”

She nodded eagerly.

My balls were already throbbing, tightening up, my muscles flexing, abs contracting.

“God, you’re so big and thick,” she moaned, holding me like an ice cream cone, licking me hungrily, sucking me, kissing the tip.

“Faster,” I rasped gruffly.

She picked up the pace.

And then I felt the tickly butterfly sensation starting from the base of my cock.

“I’m coming,” I grunted, grabbing my cock and aiming for her eyes, her mouth, her cheeks. White strings of cum covered her face. She opened her mouth, taking in as much as she could.

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