Page 112 of The Holiday Fakers
“As do I,” he rumbles. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about having those pretty lips stretched around my cock.”
I reach down and take him in my hands, stroking as he speaks.
“Jesus—ahhh! Piper! But … I don’t know how much hot water is left in the heater, and,fuck!”
“Yes?” I answer, feigning innocence. His dick is so thick, my fingers and thumb don’t meet as I pump his length.
Letting out another strangled cry, he pries my hands away, holding them in his.
“But there’s something I want even more than that.”
“You do?”
He nods. “To feel your pussy squeeze around my cock. To watch your face as you come apart underneath me.”
I let out a squeak as my pussy tightens, demanding to know why this isn’t happening right here, right now.
“So, let’s get you clean before I get you dirty again.”
He stands and helps me to my feet, then reaches for the shampoo. But instead of handing it over, he squeezes some into his palm and slowly massages it through my hair.
CHAPTER 21
BRODY
The low moan Piper makes as I work the shampoo into her hair nearly makes me come again. Her eyelids have fluttered closed, and fuck me, there’s not a better sight than this. Suds glide down her neck, over the curve of her spectacular tits, dripping off her hardened nipples.
My shaft is rock solid, my balls aching to unload again—but this time, it’ll be inside her tight pussy.Bare.
The thought makes me light-headed. I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom. Ever. But with Piper, it’s different. It’severything.
I massage her scalp and she moans again, her head dropping back. I move her around so she’s leaning back against me, then slide my soapy hands over her breasts, tweaking her nipples and being rewarded with a mewling cry that makes my head spin.
My cock’s yelling at me to bend her over and fuck her until she’s screaming my name, but our first time isn’t gonna be likethat—so I force myself to focus on washing her hair, even as my mouth waters with the memory of her sweet pussy.
Fuck… The Seven Wonders of the World have got nothing on my girl—and yes, sheismy girl—always has been and always will be. I don’t know how we’re going to make this work, but Ethan’s not going to get in our way ever again. Nor will my career. Nothing is more important than having Piper by my side.
I shield her face with one hand as I angle her head into the spray and rinse the shampoo out. Then I squeeze out as much water as I can and apply conditioner.
She hums her appreciation, her lips turned up in a lazy, satisfied smile. I want her always this happy, looking so content, so well-fucked that everyone knows how good I am to my woman.
Maybe it’s the afternoon spent facing death to rescue Billy that’s putting these thoughts into my head, but right now I’m running on testosterone, and all my inner caveman wants is to love and protect Piper with everything I’ve got.
While the conditioner soaks into her hair, I lather up shower gel and glide my palms over her front again, then down her spine and between her butt cheeks.
She arches her back, pushing into my hand.
“Fuck,” I growl. “Piper …”
She undulates her hips, then glances over her shoulder at me with those big blue eyes that are my complete undoing. My hands are gripping her hips, the brain in my head and my cock arguing about what’s gonna happen next.
Then Piper pivots, gets a blob of shower gel, and works it between her palms. “My turn.”
I’ve lost all words, so I just stand there, every muscle strained as she sweeps her small, soft hands over every hard part of me.
Her touch is liquid fire, sending pleasure pulsing through my veins. With one hand, she’s rolling the weight of my balls; the other glides over my length, swiping her thumb through the slit.
“You like?” she asks breathlessly.
