“Yes, Jared,” I gasp when he rocks his hips and applies a little pressure.
“Does that feel good, baby?” He pushes the wet hair out of my eyes, gazes down with an intensity that rocks me.
My mouth falls open as he parts me, eases inside. “Yes,” I manage to answer.
“Good,” he murmurs, taking my hips with both hands and tipping me to just the right angle. He drives in deep-so deep I catch my breath as he fills me, and then he’s kissing me again, his tongue fucking my mouth with the same rhythm as his long cock.
I can’t get enough. I nip his lips, kiss back with all I’ve got. I need this like I need air to breathe. Water to drink. Dance in my life.
My eyes roll back in my head with every thrust. I’m half gone with delirium-I wouldn’t know my own name if you asked me.
Jared’s lids droop, his fingers tighten to bruising strength around my hips. The water runs down our bodies, only adding to the intensity of sensations.
Before I come, he turns off the water and throws back the curtain. He pulls my other leg around his waist and carries me out, then grabs a towel and wraps it around my back as he heads to the bedroom.
He lays me on my back on the towel, our bodies still connected intimately. As soon as I’m down, he pistons into me, holding my hips and sinking so deep.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to thank him, to beg him, to say a million stupid things, but instead I moan, rolling my head from side to side as he plunges deep and retracts, over and over again.
He brings the pad of his thumb to my clit with one hand, pinches my nipple and pulls with the other.
I arch up, thrusting my breasts toward the ceiling, a hoarse cry issuing from my lips. “J-Jared,” I gasp.
“Take it, baby. Take it all.”
I let go, flipping backward into a spiral of pleasure, of release. My pussy clamps down on his cock, squeezing and pulsing around his thick length.
I see galaxies, shooting stars, the incredible void of everything and nothing at once. My body knows nothing but pleasure and I succumb to it fully. When my sight returns-or maybe when I open my eyes, I can’t be sure-Jared’s watching me with that heavy-lidded gaze, rocking slowly in and out.
I realize he hasn’t come yet and I scramble up on my elbows. He pulls out and lifts me to my hands and knees, crawling up on the bed behind me.
“Grab the headboard, baby,” he directs me softly. There’s command, but also so much tenderness in his tone. I’ve never had a man like him, but it’s exactly what I need, what I’ve always craved. This is the man of the fantasies I didn’t even know I had.
I scoot forward to hang on to the headboard.
“That’s it. Tell me if it’s too much.” He thrusts into me again and I instantly understand his concern. In this position he drives even deeper. His hips snap, throwing me forward with force. I have to brace my arms against the headboard to keep from flying into the wall, even though he holds my waist.
It’s delicious. Too much and not enough at once. I feel both like a treasured princess and a dirty slut at the same time. I’m flying so flipping high, drunk on Jared, on all the need and desire he’s woken in me.
“Fuck, yes. Arch that back for me, baby.” He drags a palm down my spine and lays a light slap on the side of my ass.
I arch for him-I’d do anything he asked right now. Especially when he uses that reverential tone, like I’m the goddess of sex herself.
His breath grows heavy, movements get jerky. It gets too rough-not for my pussy, but for my back and shoulders. Before I have to say something, he shifts, laying his torso over mine and bracing one hand on the headboard next to mine. He brings his other hand to my breast, and pinches my nipple, rolling it between his fingers and tugging.
I moan. He strokes his hand down the plane of my belly and finds my clit again.
I shudder, but he bites my ear. “Not until I tell you, baby.”
I quiet, listening.
“Do you understand? You don’t come until daddy tells you.”
I have no idea why he called himself daddy, but it flips some switch in me. It’s dirty and hot. My pussy contracts, toes curl, arches lift.
He chuckles, his lips right at my ear. I savor the deep rumble, internalize the notes like it’s the music I’m dancing to. He sits back on his heels, pulling my hips with him, so we’re both sitting up. I squirm over his cock, missing the thrusting, and he uses his hands at my waist to lift and lower me over it, faster than the Energizer Bunny.
“Oh my God, oh my God.” I won’t last long. Why he did he tell me to wait? I seriously don’t know if I can, and yet disobeying him is an impossibility.
I’m lightheaded, every nerve in my body buzzing, buzzing. He’s jackhammering into me as I bounce, my small breasts jiggling, my wet hair swinging.
“Fuck, I just can’t decide how I want to come in you, baby. Every view is better than the last.”
I look over my shoulder at him and he growls. “Yes, goddammit. I want to see that pretty face. Turn around.”
I spin around and straddle his waist, but he lays me onto my back and sits back up, so my ass lays on his hard thighs, legs wrap around his waist. He curls his hands around the tops of my thighs, wrapping them around to grip my ass and pulls me back and forth over his cock.
“That’s it. Look at me, baby. Just like that.”