Bouncer by Kim Jones Page 0,27

before—gratitude…trust.

I walk us to the bathroom and set her on her feet. But even when I turn on the shower, I keep my hand on her hip, not ready to break contact with her just yet.

“Raise your arms.”

She doesn’t hesitate like before, raising her arms above her head. Our eyes don’t leave one another as I undress her.

I help her step over the side and under the spray.

When I pull my shirt over my head and slip my boots off, she watches me.

When I step into the shower with her, she doesn’t protest.

I pour some shampoo into my hand and lather her hair.

She closes her eyes and a little moan escapes her. “Feels so good.”

Her words satisfy me for several different reasons. Part possession, part innate male pride. “I want to make you feel good.”

I turn her around and tilt her head back, the water cascading over her hair. She winces when the hot spray lands on her spanked ass.

I take the soap in my hand and lather up my body. Then her. Starting at her neck, my hands graze over her shoulders and down her arms. When they cup her breast, her head tilts forward, eyes on my hands.

They follow as I caress over the smooth plain of her stomach. I bend down on my haunches, face to face with the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. My hands smooth over her hips and around to her ass, squeezing gently, spreading, forcing her to come closer. She whimpers—a mixture of pain and pleasure.

I look up at her. I don’t want to stop, but I need to know she wants what I want.

Her hands fall to my hair, fingers finding their way to my scalp. I grip her hip with one hand, my other coming around to cup her sex.

I hear her inhale. “More.”

My middle finger finds its way between the lips of her pussy, gently teasing there.

“More what?” I want to hear her. I add pressure, my finger circling her clit.

“More. Please.” Her fingers press into my scalp harder, almost pulling my mouth to her.

I push a finger into her and she moans. It sounds too good coming from her and I want to hear it again. I slide another finger into her and her hips flex forward.

I put her leg over my shoulder. When I put my mouth to her with a long lick, she presses into me.

I grip her ass and eat her like a starved man. She rocks against my face. Holding me to her. Taking what she wants. I want to be the one in control. The one who tells her when she can come. But the sight of her, fucking my face—her mouth open, her eyes squeezed shut, it’s fucking gorgeous.

I suck her clit hard and she screams her pleasure. I move my thumb to her clit, gently massaging there while my tongue fucks her—finding every sweet drop of her release.

“You taste so motherfucking good.” My dick throbs. I can’t wait to be inside her. “But I need to fuck you.”

I stand, pulling her up to wrap her legs around me.

Sliding into her is good. Too. Fucking. Good.

She’s so tight it almost hurts.

My back falls against the shower wall, her hands pressed against either side of my head as she finds my mouth.

“You like that, baby?”

She nods, breathless. “So…good.”

I thrust into her hard. I want it harder. I drop her legs to the floor, switching spots with her and pinning her to the wall.

I palm the back of her thigh and lift her leg so her foot is settled on the edge of the tub. I enter her from behind and she moans. I chase that sound. Chase this feeling.

Backing up a step, I press between her shoulders until she’s bent further. Sliding my hands down her curves, over her hips and across her ass—my fingers brush over a sensitive spot that my belt repeatedly touched. “Fucking love seeing you marked like this.”

I spread her open and fuck her slow, watching my dick disappear inside of her. “I’m going to make sure this pretty little pussy is sore tomorrow. Sore like your ass.”

“Please…”

I pound into her with purpose. I want to feel her come around me. With me.

I lift her against me. Her back to my front. Her ass hot—scorching. I reach around and stroke her clit, my mouth finding her neck, her ear. I use my teeth, tugging softly.

“Fucking come for me, Apple.” Like my words are what she needed, I feel her