Page 128 of Buckin' Around

“Making you wait.” He waves at me to turn back around.

I huff out an annoyed sound.

He chuckles as his hands massage shampoo into my long locks. Tugged playfully by my hair, I rise, my back meeting hischest. His fingers work my scalp over. Honestly, I don’t know what’s better, his cock or his hair-washing game.

Can I have both at the same time?

I wriggle into him, and he growls at me.

“So impatient, sweet girl.”

“You made me this way . . .”

He chuckles.

“Go on, Riles.” His hips thrust, his hard length pressing into my ass cheeks. I guide him to my entrance, and he thrusts in as his hands tighten in my hair. “Ah, fuck.”

“Don’t stop, Spence. Wash my hair, cowboy.”

He nips my neck before he rasps, “Yes ma’am.”

His hands work my hair into a lather before his grip is trapped and his rhythm picks up pace.

“Play with that pretty little clit. Then milk my fucking cock.”

When I don’t move, half out of it with pleasure, he growls, “Now, Riley.”

I slide a hand into the water and down to my throbbing, swollen nub. The first tentative pass over it is almost too much.

“Feel how good we are together?” Spencer rasps.

My fingers wander to where his thick length stretches me.

“Answer me,” he growls.

I glance over my shoulder. “Yes. I feel how good we are together, Spence. I promise, I do.”

His face turns hard with my last two words.

“Good.” He pulls out and releases his grip on my hair. “Wash your hair out. Bedtime.”

My mouth is still hanging slack when he steps out of the bath and walks from the bathroom.

Talk about leaving a woman in agony.

I’m tempted to finish myself.

But pure indignation refuses to give in. I turn and lay in the bath, working the soap from my hair. Once I’m suds-free, I padto the bedroom. The lights are out. The small night-light on Ivy’s side shines an amber hue over the room.

Spencer sits on the bed. On top of the covers.

His hand pumps his cock.

I stop at the end of the bed.

“What are you doing?” I say, my tone harsh.

“Waiting for you to come to me. I’m done chasing you, Riles. This thing is starting to feel one-sided.”