Big Dick Energy - Cindi Madsen Page 0,64
against his.
He readjusted his grip and stood, lifting me in his arms and shoving aside the shower curtain. I tried to demurely squat to turn on the hot water, which wasn’t an easy thing to do while naked. As I whipped around, overly eager to get on with our sexy times, I bumped one of my bottles of shampoo, which sent the other hair products tumbling. If my elbow was a bowling ball, I’d gotten a strike.
I winced. Ron hated all of my hair products and would always ask why I couldn’t just take one at a time into the shower. “Sorry,” I said, moving to pick them up.
Archer caught my chin and gently pulled me to stand. “No offense, Penelope. But I don’t give a fuck about the bottles right now.”
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I slid an arm around Penelope’s waist and drew her to me, groaning as my erection glided across her slick heat.
Using my grip on her chin, I tilted her head and plundered the mouth that was mine for the devouring. With the stream of hot water pouring over us, our skin turned slippery and wet, intensifying every drag, every roll of the hips… every everything.
Our bodies moved together as though they’d done this dance a hundred times, and yet a hundred times would never be enough with this woman.
If I didn’t pull away soon, it’d be impossible not to get carried away. “I didn’t want to be too presumptuous, but I did stick a few condoms in my wallet after the other night, and they’re still there.”
“Presume away. I need you inside of me right now.”
My erection bobbed against her abdomen, as raring to go as I was.
“I also have a box under the sink if that’s easier.”
I quickly shoved aside the curtain, snagged a foil square from the vanity since it was closer than my pants, and ripped it open.
A hungry gleam lit Penelope’s eyes as she watched me roll on the rubber. Add the billowing steam, and the temperature cranked as high as my raging libido. If we hadn’t been interrupted too many times, I might take a moment to sear the image into my brain.
As it was, my dick was straining toward the spot between her thighs, pointing its way true north. If Penelope’s pussy was the destination, I’d happily follow.
I started for her, planning on pressing her against the shower wall, right as she stepped toward me and pushed me toward the other wall.
We stumbled on the bottles, neither of us wanting to yield. I went ahead and let her think I was giving in, and then spun her around and pinned her against the tiles instead.
A delighted expression settled onto her face, but she couldn’t hide the wicked intentions beneath the surface from me. “I should’ve known that even naked, we’d end up having a tug of war.” She leaned forward until her breasts grazed my chest and her lips hit my jaw.
One of her legs slipped between both of mine. She pushed, and I took a step back, enjoying the victorious gleam. I might as well let her bask in it for a second or two before I taught her who was in charge.
I grazed my fingertips over her shoulder, down her arm, and then circled her wrist with my fingers. Then I pushed her up against the wall again, forcing her wrist against her head and watching her breasts bob up and down with her rapid breaths. “Nice try. But it’s going to be more like a give o’ war.” I guided the head of my cock to her entrance. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you be on top once in a while, but the only time I’ll bend the knee while we’re naked is when I’m eating you out.”
With that, I slammed into her. Her sexy little mewl echoed around us as I gave her a few seconds to stretch and accommodate my size.
Her mouth fell open, and then she arched her hips, taking me deeper. I’d meant to draw out my promise to give her every inch for a while longer. She was so fucking tight, her walls clenching on like they refused to let go, and the thought of withdrawing made my cock weep.
In proof that I could compromise, I thrust inside of her, all the way to the hilt. My eyes rolled back in my head, my balls drew tight, and fuck me, I’d never been so happy to negotiate in my life.
I withdrew a few inches, and the