Page 66 of Black Sheep

She lets go, and it tumbles back down, half obscuring her face and breasts.

Un-fucking-satisfactory.

I stand with my back to the spray, the jets beating down on my shoulders, licking down my front. I want her tongue to do the licking. With special concentration on the throbbing organ between my legs. “Come here.”

She places one foot tentatively in front of the other, the movement of her hips rolling into her slim torso. Hell, even the way she moves sets me alight.

Cleo McCarthy is built for fucking. Dirty, bed-breaking fucking. The kind I only managed to deliver once during our time as horny teenage idiots.

Don’t think about that.

She arrives in front me, and I clench my gut against the urge to desecrate her completely. Right fucking now.

I reach for her and turn her so the water hits her body. Her hair is drenched in seconds, plastering the lower strands to her breasts. I move the wet tresses out of the way and pass my thumbs over her erect nipples. They’re dark pink from when I sucked them earlier. Heat washes up her chest, and the gasp I crave bursts from her lips.

“You like that?”

Heavy lids sweep down. “Hmm,” she moans.

I let her get away with hiding her eyes from me and reach for the gel on the shelf. There are other special blends bought by B that I could use to enhance her mood, but I resist the urge to play dirty. For now. She may have been up all night, but she’s not passing out until I’m good and ready.

I rub the gel between my palms then caress her neck and shoulders, arms and back. When my palms cup her breasts once more, she rewards me with another moan, her head bowing forward as pleasure washes over her. I wash her front, sinking down to wash her thighs and calves.

“Turn around.”

She presents me with her back. From my position, I’m eye level with her wet, spankable ass. My palm tingles with the need to paddle her. But I want to be inside her when I do. So I concentrate on lathering her skin instead.

When I’m done, I tug the detachable shower head off the wall and train it on her body. I watch the water slide over her, and a dark pang washes through me. Fuck, I’m jealous of the goddamn water.

I want to laugh.

I want to roar with rage.

I want to fuck until I explode into a million pieces.

This is what she does to me.

What she’s always done.

With her, I’m as changeable as mercury. The only constant is the junkie-strong need to have her. The verdict is as damning now as it was a decade ago. I’m salivating by the time I reach her pussy. “Brace your hands on the wall and open your legs.”

Once again, she complies without speaking. Her silence doesn’t worry me. Her body tells me everything I need to know when I aim the shower head between her legs and she shudders. When my fingers find her, she’s as slippery as an eel.

Ready. So fucking ready.

Rising to my feet, I let go of the shower head, change positions, and slip my hand down her belly to tease her clit.

“Oh…”

One finger teases her hole, tests her scorching heat. A loud whimper escapes her.

“You feel empty, baby. Would you like me fill you up again?”

A groan rips from her chest. “Hmm.”

My hand clenches on her ass, kneading her flesh. “I need the words, Cleo.”

She pushes into my touch. “Yes, f-fill me up,” she gasps against the wall.

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