Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
My gaze traveled down her body. Every smooth, creamy, perfect inch of it. Her nipples were hard little pink pebbles. I wanted those in my mouth, but first, her shower.
“You’re pierced, down there,” she said, staring at the lorum piercing at the base of my cock.
I winked at her before taking her hand and leading her to the arched stone entrance of the shower and under the hot, cascading water.
“Ah!” she squealed as the water hit her face, and then she turned it up, closing her eyes.
I stared at her, entranced briefly by the sight she made. All that blonde hair falling back as the water saturated it. I slicked it back from her pretty face. Reaching over, I picked up the body wash and filled my hand with the cedar-and-mint-scented soap I used. Lathering my hands up, I tried to decide where to start first. I intended to make sure she was cleaned thoroughly. When I placed my hands on her shoulders, she flinched, and her eyes flew open as she stared at me through wet lashes.
“I’ll bathe your body first. Then, I’ll get your hair,” I told her as I ran my palms over her chest and down to cup her breasts.
Something real close to a moan came from her soft lips as I massaged her plump tits. They weren’t big, but they were bouncy and fucking perky. The round pink nipples puckered even more as I ran a fingertip around each one.
I was going to get distracted. I had to move on. I took special care of her stomach and hips, then reached around to her back, coming under her arms and then sliding my hands down her sides. I was going to struggle when I got to her cunt, and I’d been trying to keep from touching it yet, but she was squirming now.
My little doll was anticipating it. Fuck, that was sexy. I slid my hand down and over her bare mound. She opened her legs more for me, and I grinned at her sudden willingness to cooperate. When I slid my hand between her thighs, she let out a sigh and closed her eyes. I focused on cleaning it. Not finger-fucking it. That was a struggle when she kept rubbing against my hand.
“Stop that,” I scolded her and slapped her pussy.
She cried out, her eyes flying open, and grabbed on to my arm with one of her hands. “OH!”
Fuck, she liked it.
“I need to clean you,” I told her.
“Do that again,” she breathed.
Clenching my teeth, I tried to keep my head straight.
“Please, Thatcher,” she pleaded, opening wider.
Motherfucker.
The hard slap I delivered this time was loud.
Her nails dug into my arms, and her knees buckled. “AH! More!”
Jesus Christ. She was getting off on it. My sweet, innocent little Capri liked having her pussy slapped. The knowledge triggered something, and I wasn’t sure it was good. She wasn’t supposed to want this. Having my tongue lick her cunt was gonna be pleasurable for her. But this was different.
“Capri,” I said in a hard tone.
She needed to stop this.
Her eyelashes fluttered as she stared up at me through the rain shower over our heads. “Just a little more. Harder,” she panted.
I lowered my head, narrowing my eyes to stare into her grey ones. “Good girls—virgins—don’t want their pussy slapped hard,” I said through clenched teeth.
Her tongue darted out, licking the water from her lips. “How would you know? Have you asked them?”
She let out a yelp, and I realized my fingers were digging into her hip. I eased my hold and took a deep breath, but I didn’t get it all the way in before her soft, dainty hand wrapped around my cock. I choked on the oxygen I’d been trying to inhale and slammed my palm against the stone wall behind her head.
“What the fuck, Capri?!” I roared as my dick throbbed like a damn beast.
“I want to feel it,” she said, sliding her hand down it. “It’s thick and veiny.” She ran her thumb over the head and jerked. “And here, the skin is so soft even though it’s hard.” Her hand ran to the bottom, where the bar was pierced through, and she gasped.
I wanted to tell her to stop touching it. To back away. That she was waking something she nor I could control. But I couldn’t form words. Not when I stood there, looking down at her hand on me. Brushing her fingers over the piercing, then the head. She began to massage my damn slit, and I hit the wall again and let out a snarling sound I didn’t recognize. She had to stop.
“Does that hurt?” she asked.
I knew her eyes were on my face, but tearing my own off the sight of her stroking me was impossible. She had me transfixed.