Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
We step in together, and Everleigh practically tears my boxers away. The spray hits both of us, but more so me, landing right in my face and temporarily blinding me. She takes full advantage of that momentary lapse in sight to get on her knees, grasp my cock in her hand, and guide me to her mouth.
“Holy god, Ev…I thought I was supposed to be the one tonguing you to destruction.”
“Destruction or distraction?”
“Both? Oh wow…” Her hands trace the outline of my thighs like she might be impressed with what she finds there. I can’t say I’m big on leg day, but I was blessed in the genetic department. Uh, more than just…well, the obvious. I have nice legs, is what I’m trying to say. Naturally. She runs her palms up and down them a few times, feeling the ridges of muscle for herself, and at the same time, she uses her tongue on my cock, licking me from the base all the way to the tip.
“Mmmm,” she purrs. “I like the way you taste.”
If she planned this sneak attack that’s going to lead to me being on my knees, she’s just about achieved that goal because my cock kicks in her mouth, getting even harder. My breathing is practically at a frantic level, my chest pumping in and out rapidly. She’s doing things to my cock that make me see the next galaxy over from this one as well as all the stars and stuff that belong in our solar system. She sucks me almost all the way to the back of her throat, and the woman has next to no gag reflex because when she pulls back and looks up at me, she smiles like this is the best breakfast she’s ever had. She cups my balls with her other hand while she works my dick, concentrating on the head this time.
“Ev…” My fingers are tangling in her wet hair. The water pours over me, running down my torso and going straight to my junk, and she’s licking all the droplets off, as well as whatever droplets I’m coating her tongue with, swallowing it all.
I realize through the haze in my head and the pleasure that’s making my whole body throb that I still have the condom tucked between my fingers. I run my fingers under Everleigh’s chin, turning her face up.
“Gotta stand up,” I pant. “So I can put this on and punish you for sneaking that one in.”
“Ooh, punish me?” She grins, her eyes sparkling. “Sounds like fun. What did you have in mind? Splitting me in half with that monster appendage of yours?”
Oh my god. “I have no idea because when you say things like that, I can’t think. And I’m sorry I have such a big member. It can’t be comfortable.”
She stands up, shaking her head. “You’re not sorry, and neither am I. I like how it hurts. I like it a lot. But I’d like it a lot more if you put that condom on and make good on your threats while I soap up your hair with the manly-smelling shampoo in that bottle behind you.” She points it out.
I tear open the package and try my best to work with the condom, which can only be described as extremely old, though not expired, and the deluge of the shower. The water actually makes things harder, not easier. The condom is a slippery bitch, and my dick is…well, we’ve already talked about that. It’s not easy to fit into the damn thing.
“How do you know the shampoo is manly smelling? Maybe I like washing my hair in roses?”
“It says cedar and apples on the bottle. I’m pretty sure that would be manly scented.”
“Alright, fine, it’s manly scented,” I admit, letting out a small laugh.
“Is the condom manly scented too?”
“The condom is fucking frustrating,” I growl impatiently.
Everleigh’s hands find mine. She takes the condom from me, stretches it at the tip, then the base, and neatly slides it over my pounding, hard erection. I close my eyes and sigh at the feel of her hand working that evil bastard of a love glove over my length. Getting a condom put on should not feel this good, but it does feel this good. It feels really fucking amazing.
Once it’s in place, Everleigh grabs my shoulders and leaps up, pulling me off center such that she slams against the wall of the glass shower. I wrap my arms around her ass in a hurry, but she’s already got me, squeezing her legs around my waist and holding on tight. She giggles and raises her hands over her head, which gives me just about an eye-level view of her gorgeous breasts and dark pink nipples. I take full advantage of them since it would be a sin not to. I taste one and then the other, and she bucks against me and the shower door, our wet skin making noises together that might be considered strange, though I think they’re hot.