***Bark***
Fuck. This wasn’t my intention. I wanted her to feel at ease, take a shower by herself and get some clean clothes and some shuteye. Comfort I could give her and yet here I am in the damn shower pressed against her, rolling one very hard nipple between my fingers. She’s fucking lucky I’m still wearing my boxers and my damn shirt.
That’s right, I’ve only stripped my jeans, cut, socks, and boots. A barrier I kept in place for her sake. Since the moment my gaze hit that perfect ass, I felt the possibility to have something that’s mine to claim for the long run, something to build; a future.
She whimpers underneath my touch. “Please.”
Fuck.
“Shhhh, save your breath, darlin’,” I whisper and guide her face out of the spray of the water so she’s resting on my shoulder when I slide my hand down between her thighs, finding one very smooth pussy.
My fingers dance over her clit and damn…the moans that tumble off her plump lips are making my dick harden even more. It’s a good thing the fabric of my boxers prevents my dick from sliding along that perfect ass because I would have bent my knees and thrust up to bury myself deep.
“Damn tight. Feel that? Your pussy welcomes me with the kind of hotness I crave.” I nip the skin on her neck before I continue, “Are you going to please me? Let me enjoy the pleasure of you coming all over my fingers? Because that’s what I’m going to make you do. I told you I wasn’t going to make you do anything, but I’ve changed my mind, darlin’.”
My whole body is on edge. The way she’s riding my fingers, creating friction between our bodies, is wrapping the both of us in the kind of euphoria I’ve never experienced.
“I can’t wait to have you sliding that slick, hot pussy along my dick so I can pump you full of my cum and brand you as mine. You have no clue what you did when you lured me under your spell, my one and only fox. No. Clue. But you’ll know soon enough.” I suck a piece of the skin of her neck into my mouth because I need to mark her in some way. If I can’t release inside her, I’ll mark her body another way.
With every suction I feel her pussy ripple around my fingers as her orgasm hits full force, my name spilling from her lips and echoing off the walls while pride hits my chest. I’m the one who guided her flight through a shattering orgasm, I’m the one who catches her, holds on and will never let go.
That knife pinning Gust to the wall wasn’t enough. I need to kick the ever-loving shit out of that guy, and the one who placed the hit in the first place. Ross Royale won’t be using air much longer; he needs to be gone. I won’t have anyone around who dares to try and hurt her; she’s mine, and I protect what’s mine.
“Oh, wow,” she whispers before spinning around in my grip so she can look into my eyes. “Can we…you…do that again? I mean, when I have some more energy because the only reason I’m still standing is because you’re holding me.”
The sheepish grin she gives me, the flushed face and by fucking God, that magnificent body I’m holding… “That’s just the first one of many, Jodi. If I haven’t made myself clear already; you’re mine. There will be much more where that came from, especially since you only had a mere touch of my fingers.”
There are no words of agreement nor a sign of defense, she just raises herself to the tip of her toes and closes the distance to connect our mouths. Her tongue slides over my lips seeking entrance that I allow. And, fuck. My dick is a ticking time bomb sitting on the last second when a sexy as shit moan flows through the air. The feel of her tongue dancing with mine, her tits rubbing against me, makes cum pump freely.
I have to brace myself against the wall and disconnect from her enticing lips to let my forehead fall on her shoulder while I try to catch my breath. Fucking hell, it’s like she sucked all the energy right out of me, taking a part of my very soul along with it.
Damn. In all my life, even as a teenager, I’ve never come in my pants. Shit. I’m even wearing my damn shirt, though those tits felt magnificent through that thin barrier. What the hell would it be like to bury my dick inside her if this experience already blew my damn mind?
I can feel her racing heart beating against mine. If we don’t get out of this damn shower I don’t think we ever will. I take a step back and cup her face, brushing my lips against hers before I pull back. “I’m gonna grab you a towel so you can dry off and slide into my bed. I’m going to wash up and then I need to handle some stuff. I’ll make sure to bring you some clothes before I do, yeah?”
She swallows and nods while her gaze is still set on my mouth.
I lean a bit closer and tilt her head some more. “Eyes, my sweet little fox. Right here. Or should I promise to be back in a few hours to bury my dick inside your tight pussy? Not so much a promise, more like a vow. You’d better get some rest and be ready because I don’t think we’ll be leaving the bed before we get a few rounds of fucking in. We’re gonna go until we’re both sated and can’t even lift a finger to touch one another. Clear?”
“Much better.” She fucking breathes in anticipation.
Stepping away, I snatch a towel from a shelf and hold it up for her. She gracefully takes it, allowing me to get back underneath the shower. I wait till she’s left the bathroom before I strip out of my wet boxers and shirt. Fuck, I’m already hard just thinking about what happened mere moments ago where I’m standing right now.
My hand wraps around my dick that still hasn’t softened even after I blew my load in my damn boxers. Squeezing, I enjoy the sensation of my Jacob's ladder piercing, imagining sinking inside Jodi, one stud at a time. Yeah, that’s not helping to bring my boner down any time soon. Shit.
Aw, fuck it. A few tugs later my balls draw tight as cum starts to burst out. It’s a relief that lasts mere seconds before it builds right back up. My dick softens a fragment, so that’s a plus, right? Yeah, fuck no. I reach out and grab the shampoo. Damn long hair and still no damn haircut. My mind flips to a visual of Jodi holding scissors. I’m fucked up because the haircut is long forgotten, even if she’s holding a sharp object, I still want to sink deep.
I really need to pull myself together. Turning off the water, I dry off real quick and stroll into the bedroom, heading for the closet right next to the bed to get my clothes. Clearly I haven’t thought it through because Jodi flashes up into a sitting position holding the blanket over her tits while her eyes are locked on my dick. Yeah. Should have wrapped a towel around myself instead of walking in here naked, boner leading the way.
“I need clothes,” I mutter as much to her as to myself.
Her eyes slowly travel up my inked body before they’re locked on my chest. She gasps and jumps out of bed. Reaching out she holds the ring that’s on my necklace in the palm of her hand.
“Where did you get this?” Her words are a faint whisper before they are repeated with anger. “Where. Did. You. Get. This?”
I’m absolutely stunned. Not just because this is the first time a woman asks about my necklace in such an angry way, but because her gaze is filled with hatred while she’s trying to rip it off me as if it doesn’t belong to me.
The cord is digging into my neck when she says, “This is Grannie Bowens’ wedding ring, or it used to be before it was made into a pendant. I would recognize it anywhere. Are you the one? Did you kill her or did you leave it to one of your friends, brothers, whatever you guys call each other. You know what? Never mind, it’s none of my business what you guys do, right?” Her voice is coming out in rasps due to fury, hurt, panic, and fuck knows what emotions are radiating from her when she adds, “I hope you rot in hell.”
I’m absolutely stunned when her fingers leave the necklace as she takes the sheet that’s wrapped around her and runs out of the room.