Page 113 of Into the Woods

I blinked water out of my eyes as he filled the space, pressing my back into the tiles as he kissed me hard. His thick cock pushed against my stomach as he devoured me. His hands were everywhere—holding my face, then playing with my breasts before sliding down to grab my ass.

Court groaned. “Fuck, I love your ass, Becca.” His fingers delved between my cheeks and prodded at my back entrance. “I can’t wait to fuck you here.” Using the water sluicing down my body, he eased a finger through the tight ring of muscle.

I grabbed his arms as my eyes fluttered shut, the sensations overwhelmingly forbidden and decadent at the same time. My head dropped back against the tiles as he stretched me open with a second finger.

His lips found the curve where my neck met my shoulder, his teeth nipping before he sucked on the spot. After a beat, he tore his mouth away with a snarl. “Fuck.”

“What?” I gasped, my eyes snapping open.

His lips pressed into a tight, annoyed line. “I can’t mark you.”

Yeah, explaining hickeys to Eric might get a little complicated.

“Then mark me where he can’t see.” I reached between us, wrapping my hand around his length and giving it a firm stroke. “Where he’ll never touch me.” I kissed the underside of his jaw, smiling to myself when a shudder rippled through his massive frame. “I’m yours, Court. Remind me what that feels like.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Forgot already?”

I shot him what I hoped was a coy smirk.

His eyes flashed with a dangerous heat a moment before he grabbed my legs and lifted me like I weighed nothing more than a feather. He butterflied my legs open, his cock notching at my entrance as he pinned me to the wall with his weight.

“Yes,” I hissed, desperately needing him between my legs and buried inside me.

“Mine,” he snapped, his hips driving forward and impaling me on his cock.

I dropped my head to his shoulder and bit him to avoid screaming in pleasure and waking up the house.

He grunted as he pulled out and thrust back in. “That’s my girl. Mark me, Becca. Show the fucking world who I belong to.” His groin collided with mine, somehow grinding against my clit with each pump.

Lightning coiled low in my belly, the shower hammering us with water from above. My chest ached as my release built, the pressure inside me close to detonating as he pounded into me, his long cock hitting at just the right angle, just the perfect spot, to have starbursts dancing across my vision.

“Oh, God,” I whimpered, my pussy contracting around him. “I can’t… I need to—”

“Come for me,” he demanded, snapping his hips.

It was like a chain reaction. With his dick hitting inside me and his groin rubbing against my clit, I detonated like a damn bomb. I bit into his shoulder again as my orgasm ripped through me, decimating every coherent thought and even my ability to breathe.

Court rode me through my climax, never letting up until I was breathless and boneless. He pulled out of me, still hard.

“On your knees, baby,” he ordered.

My knees had pretty much turned to jelly, so it was an easy command to obey. I sank down in front of him as he turned us, blocking the stream of the shower with his back as he loomed over me. His hand touched my jaw. “Open.”

Like it was on a hinge that he had total control of, my mouth opened, and I watched as he gripped his cock and gave it several rough tugs. He worked himself from root to tip, the corded muscles of his forearm, abs, and chest flexing as his head tipped back in pleasure. As he breathed, the phoenix on his ribs rippled like a living thing.

The first spurt of cum on my cheek made me flinch. I closed my eyes, letting him paint my face and chest with his release. Unable to stop myself, I darted my tongue out to taste him on my lips, savoring the salty essence of Court.

Blunt fingers smeared his cum over my skin before it was scooped up and pushed into my mouth. I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze as I sucked his fingers clean. He repeated the process on my chest, gathering his release and feeding it to me. His hot gaze watched me, a mix of awed and ravenous.

When he was satisfied, he pulled me up, supporting most of my weight as he kissed me slowly. I melted against him, sated and happy.

All the stress seemed to wash away, and neither of us spoke while Court maneuvered me in the shower and washed and conditioned my hair before squirting strawberry-scented body wash onto my loofah and cleaning my body. I leaned against his chest, feeling him hardening at my back, but he seemed to ignore it as he focused on cleaning me.

After he was done, he shut off the water and wrapped me in a fluffy towel before securing one haphazardly around his waist and blocking my second favorite part of his anatomy from view.

He snorted a laugh. “Which part gets first place?”

I blinked and realized I’d spoken that last thought aloud. Hopefully he’d chalk up my pink cheeks to the heat in the bathroom. “Uh, your smiles.”

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