Page 32 of Shaken

She reaches up, grabbing my wrist, and bats those fucking lashes.

She’s not stopping me.

Not trying to slow me down.

She’s encouraging me.

She wants more.

“What’s your safe word, Red?” I growl as thundering need pulls at the base of my spine.

She licks up the length of my cock, then pops off and rolls her lips. “Dandelion,” she whispers before taking me down her throat and moaning as I give her what she wants—what we both want—and fuck her face.

Her hot tears mix with the warm water, and I lean a hand against the tile wall as my abs pull tight, not wanting to come yet.

But after a few minutes of torturous pleasure, I tug her hair, needing to come but wanting her tight cunt wrapped around me when I do.

“What’s the matter?” she asks like she thinks she did something wrong.

I lift her from her knees and wrap her legs around my hips. My cock kisses her entrance, pulling moans from both of us. “We don’t have condoms in here, and I need to fuck you.”

She bites down on my neck as I shut off the water and walk us out of the shower. “Nightstand,” she pants. “Hurry.”

“No,” I grunt and slap her ass. “Patience is a virtue, Red.”

“God, you’re an asshole.” Her words are a mixture of a whimper and a complaint. She claws at my back after I spank her again before gently lying her down on the bed.

I settle between her legs and kiss her toned calf. “You know what to say if you want me to stop.” I drape her legs over my shoulders and bury my face in her pussy.

“Don’t you dare stop...”

“Yes, ma’am,” I growl against her cunt and suck her clit harder each time she squirms.

“Oh, God.” She bows off the bed, grasping my hair. “Please... Please, please, please.”

The sound of Wren’s begging may just be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.

But I have other plans for her.

I pull away and sit back on my knees.

She whimpers at the loss while I reach over and grab a strip of condoms from the nightstand, holding them up in one hand for both of us to see. I trail my other hand back up her legs and cup her pussy before I slap it.

“Ohmygod,” she keens.

“You got the right ones.” I rip a square off and toss the rest of the magnums to the side. “Good girl.”

“Of course, I did. Now stop teasing me and make me come,” she demands.

“Oh, Red...” I sheath myself and rub my dick up and down the length of her pussy. “We’re just getting started.”

WREN

Sawyer leans over me, pinning my waist to the bed with his big hands and making me feel small and delicate in his hold. Then he finally pushes the tip inside me.

Gently.

Teasingly slowly.

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