Page 117 of Hot Shot

We spend a second locked in a staring contest. Ultimately, I break it, rolling my eyes.

“Fine,” I say, standing. I step out of the way and behind her a bit, facing the tub where I kick off my boots and reach behind me to pull off my shirt. She’s watching, her chest and neck and cheeks flushed, bottom lip in her mouth. I have an idea, and find myself smiling while I pull off my socks.

“Check the water,” I tell her, undoing my belt and jeans. “Make sure it’s not too hot.”

Cass turns, and I step toward her. The tub is so deep, she has to really bend over to test the water, which is exactly what I was hoping for when I suggested it.

I drop to my knees and fist the waist of her panties to yank them over her ass, already forgetting about them before they slide down her legs and hit the ground. Her gasp echoes on the tile, but I’ve already forgotten that too.’m mesmerized by thetremble of her ass when I squeeze it, when I slap it hard enough to leave a mark. I squeeze both cheeks, part them, salivating at the sight of the dusky, tight hole and the glistening flesh of her pussy beneath.

Cass is breathing heavy, gripping the edge of the tub. Steam licks at her face and breasts, the white tub reflecting light from above. She is luminous, radiant and dewy and panting. When she spreads her legs, my heartbeat thunders in my cock.

“Please,” she whimpers.

“Please what?” I drag my fingertips toward her pussy.

A groan. “Touch me.”

“I am.”

The impatient noise she makes only earns her a chuckle. My fingertips trace the creases on either side of her pussy, squeezing it between the V of my fingers.

“See?”

She bites her bottom lip and tries to glare back at me, but the look is too thick with want to do anything but make my cock ache.

“Say it, Cass.”

“Touch my pussy,” she breathes.

“Good girl,” I hum and trace the soft, wet cleft, imagining how she’ll feel on my cock.

Her hips rock against my finger, her groan rumbling somewhere deep in her throat.

“You are fucking soaked, Cass.”

“Well, you brought pizza,” she says with a lazy smirk. She arches her back, trying to get me to nudge her clit, but I won’t let her get to the tip of my finger. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” I dip my fingertip into her dripping pussy, my heart skipping painfully. “Did you fuck your hand last night and think about me? I did. I came so hard I thought I pulled a muscle.”

She hisses, chasing my finger with her cunt, and I laugh.

“Fucking greedy. What do you want? Gotta ask.”

“Mmm, my clit. Please,” she begs, her hips still seeking.

“That’s right.” I let her nuzzle her clit against the tip of my finger, the rest of it nestled between her pussy lips. Her torso rises, hands braced on the rim of the tub so she can nudge and grind her clit on me from behind.

When her pussy pulses against the length of my finger, I drag it down the line and let her go, despite her protests.

“Don’t you fucking move,wife,” I command softly, my lips dragging across her ass cheek before biting her. She yelps, and when I stand, she shifts. I slap the flushed spot where I bit her, pleased when her ass cheeks ripple and bounce from the force.

She freezes, gulping steamy air while I turn off the water. Strands of her red hair are dark and plastered to her skin—I trace them down her neck, my gaze continuing to the valley of her back and the split of her ass. My cock is hard and heavy in my pumping fist, my jeans in heap.

“Cross your ankles.”

She does, bending over a little more, throwing a defiant look over her shoulder.

I stroke the curves of her hips, lower back, and ass, knowing she can’t stay like this much longer. But I have a feeling this isn’t going to take long.

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