Page 79 of Fighting

“Holy fuck,”I let slip as she kisses my crown. The touch of her soft lips sends tingles up my spine. She trails her hands over my thighs, then slips one between my legs and cradles my nuts.

This is unbelievable. There’s no chance in hell this is happening. Right here. Right now.

Tensing to quell the need to thrust my hips, I press a palm against the wall and grasp the shower curtain rod. I’m trying my damndest to not rip the fucking thing down. If this isn’t a hallucination, I don’t want to have to fix it later.

I move my hand to the wall in front of me, my arms spread in an L shape. The pink tiles are cold against my hands, so maybe this is, in fact, actually happening.

She rolls her tongue over the ridge and under the head, then flattens it and licks up my length along the vein as she continues to massage my balls. There are so many sensations all at once, I’m weightless.

“Fuck,” I grunt out as she teases me with her exploration.

With needy little hums, her long licks make it virtually impossible to think straight. But through the haze, I remember that I should check in.

“You good with this, gorgeous girl? I wasn’t trying to…”

She pulls back, taking my breath with her.

Expecting this to be the end, I look down at her. I need her to know she doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to. Ever.

Before I can continue, though, she gives me big doe eyes, though the expression quickly morphs into something far more playful and brattier.

She flutters her lashes as she works my length with one hand. Her strokes are slow and firm, keeping me on the edge.

“What?” I gasp out.

“Would you prefer something more like…” she says, then changes the direction her tongue swirls around the head of my cock. All while maintaining the pressure-filled strokes against my shaft. The hand that’s been massaging the boys moves to my thigh. Her nails bite into the skin, the pin pricks causing the tension in my body to ramp up again.

Spine tingling, I focus on breathing. My balls tighten. My abs tighten. Hell, everything tightens. The tension coils and intensifies until I’m chasing the release she’s promising me. Remembering her comment about choking and gagging, I keep from touching her, from grabbing her hair like my instincts beg me to do. As my vision goes spotty, I shudder out a breath.

“Move,” I say. “I’m going to come on those perfect tits.”

She pulls back with a pop, grinning up at me.

“I’m going to make you orgasm until you can’t walk for a fucking week.”

I don’t have time to enjoy her surprised expression before the waves of my release paint her chest.

Heaving out harsh breaths, I pull her to her feet, kiss her hard, then massage her tits under the spray until I can’t stand the wait anymore.

I tug on one nipple with my teeth, then do the same to the other. “I’ve been letting you call the shots. I knew you. Had to build trust. In me.”

My sentences are choppy between kisses and nips at her ample curves.

“It’s so fucking sexy, the way you know yourself. You make me wild. I’ll give you anything. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

I pause my rambling gratitude to furiously leave kisses all over her face.

“Shopping trips, vacations, a full ride for three more doctorate programs? Name it. It’s yours, gorgeous.”

The words escape in a rush, but also, I can’t get them to her fast enough. She needs to know that I understand the gravity of what she just did, even if I don’t understand why she did it.

“Slow down, mister. What did you say?”

I shake my head, nearly motorboating her.

With one more nip at her breast, I move so we’re eye to eye and keep my expression serious. I have to prove I can pull this off, she has to believe me. I need her to continue to trust me, because I’ve been nothing but honest with her.

“I said that you can have anything you want. I want you to keep the car.”

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