Page 89 of Wild Thing
I slammed her against the shower screen while she curled her legs around me. I committed the image of her ass pressed to the shower glass to memory.
I guided my cock back inside her. “Feel how hard you make me?”
“Yes,” she huffed, still out of breath from her orgasm. I swallowed her moan with a deep kiss.
I glanced into the mirror to see her body wrapped around my waist. I was wearing her like a belt.
It was an erotic sight. Her ass planted on the glass screen while I fucked her, water splashing everywhere and steam swirling between us.
She panted into my shoulder, before throwing her head back against the glass. She closed her eyes in ecstasy.
“Eyes on me when I fuck you, baby.”
She opened those caramel eyes and locked them on me. Breathless, she said, “I want to fuck you forever."
She could. She could have all of me.
Forever.
I was hers. She was mine.
Droplets of water ran down my face, and onto my chest as I felt my cock tighten.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Come in my mouth Brax."
Oh fuck.
I kissed her passionately in response.
A few more deep thrusts, before I slid out.
Dylan dropped to her knees and curled her fingers around the base of my cock.
Taking me into her mouth, she deepthroated me once, twice, and on the third time, I found God.
Growling, I came hard down her throat, filling her mouth with all I had.
The water poured down her face as I watched her suck me dry, swallowing it all like the good girl that she's not.
Fucking beautiful.
Twenty-Five
DYLAN
Thursday
An alarm was going off. I struggled to open my eyes as I wondered what time it was. I fumbled around the bedside table for my phone.
7:00 a.m.
Rude.
But then I remembered… I was in bed with Braxton Holland.
And I was naked.
