a hard time finding the words. A moment later, she dropped the loofah. Her soapy hands wrapped around my dick as she used them instead to clean me off. “Is this what you wanted?” she whispered, her tone husky as she stroked me. Her whiskey eyes had glazed over, a visual sign of her surrender.
My breathing turned heavy when I felt her thumb toying with my piercing. I almost begged her right then. For what, I didn’t know. It sure as shit didn’t matter. I needed everything she had to give. I was very close to exploding, so I knocked her hand away. “What I want is you on your knees.”
“I’m not begging you to fuck me, Vaughn.”
“Coy doesn’t suit you.” I leaned down enough to skim my lips over her ear. “I want you to clean me off, and I want you to use your lips.” My hands were already on her shoulders, and it didn’t take much pressure to get her on her knees.
“You’re an asshole.”
“Is that why you look so eager?” Gripping my dick, I skimmed my piercing across her bottom lip. “It’s time you put that mouth of yours to good use.”
As predicted, Tyra opened said mouth to flay me alive.
She barely uttered a syllable before I slipped between her lips. Her eyes, once they cleared of shock, promised death—but that sharp tongue of hers… I braced my hand against the shower wall, feeling my legs turn to jelly. After a while, she was no longer content to toy with the silver barbell. Half my dick was down her throat. And the hungry sounds she made…
I watched, my jaw dropping with each second, as her head bobbed, and the delicate hand she used to jerk me kept me from going too deep. It was a smart move. If I had my way, my balls would be tickling her tonsils by now. Soon, Tyra’s chin became wet with more than just the water streaming down as, what started as her cleaning me, turned messy.
And when her free hand sneakily slipped between her legs, my resolve broke.
Tyra whimpered, clearly not done playing with me, before I lifted her. If she was coming anywhere, it was going to be on my dick. She happily wrapped her legs around my waist, and I found her entrance. She was so fucking ready, and I couldn’t wait. Before either of us could come to our senses, I slid into her unprotected pussy and swallowed her cry so that it didn’t wake our son. “You know exactly what I want,” I whispered as I pushed every inch inside of her. She was tight, but she took me. She had no fucking choice. “But for now, this will do.”
Bracing Tyra against the wall, I pumped my hips, giving her what she’d been willing to maim me for.
Nothing else mattered.
The water turned cold, but neither of us noticed as we kept on fucking. Her nails in my back, digging deeper, and each thrust of my cock growing more desperate. Soon after, I felt her pussy gripping me as she came with a curse. “Fuck!”
I knew it was for more than just her climax. She did indeed make one epic mistake because no way was I letting her go now.
Feeling myself tipping over that edge and remembering I wore no condom, I pulled out just in time, coming in my hand instead.
The next morning, when my hand drifted over the side of the bed where Tyra had been and found it cold, I realized I was alone. Sitting up, I listened for her, but the house was quiet as a mouse. My irritation was skyrocketing, already knowing she was gone, as I reached out for my phone.
I paused, seeing twenty dollars and a note waiting for me on the nightstand. Ignoring my phone and the money, I picked up the note and squinted at the words.
Last night was great. Buy yourself something nice.
xoxo Tyra
I quickly flipped her cheeky little note over because she had to be joking.
Just kidding! Had a job interview this morning. Caught a ride from Four to pick up my car. P.S. River’s been fed and changed.
I grabbed my phone to call her anyway, but then my son’s cry kept me from dialing. I headed to the nursery, and the moment he saw me standing over his crib, he cranked up the volume, crying even louder. I quickly changed his diaper before dressing him for the day. Immediately after, I began grabbing stuff