the tiled wall and slid his hard cock into the
already clenched muscles of her pussy. He rammed so deep and hard into her she
felt certain they would crack the porcelain. “Oh god you feel so damn good.” He
growled as her nails raked across his back just before they both screamed in
release.
Allowing her to slide back onto her
own feet, he held her until Lyssa could stand without wobbling. She smiled as
she watched him grab a sponge and squirt sweet-scented body soap onto it. He
started at her shoulder, rubbing her skin briskly with a circular pattern and leaving
a coating of soapy bubbles. Next, he moved down her chest, licking his lip as
he watched her nipples pucker from the friction of his scrubbing. Dropping to
his knees, Trey ran the sponge across her abdomen and hips before slipping
between her thighs to clean her sex.
The friction of the coarse sponge
against her tender flesh pulled a moan from her lips. Seeing her pout as he
moved down her legs, he chuckled. Frowning, she tugged his hair hard.
“I see my kitten would like to play
rough. When I'm done I promise to meet that need.” He cooed as he grabbed the
showerhead and sprayed the soap from her body. Pouring a small amount of
shampoo into his palm, he brought both hands to her hair and worked it into a
heavy lather before rinsing it back out.
“Hey you two, I hate to break up the
party but mom insisted we all come down to eat.” Ren's voice carried into the
room as Trey scrunched up his nose at the idea. “Looks like we'll just have to
play later, kitten. Why don't you get dried off and dressed while I wash the
sex off me?” he told her with a sharp slap to her rear as she exited.
Grabbing a towel, Lyssa stepped into
the bedroom to find Ren buttoning his shirt. “Hello, love, I took the liberty
of grabbing you a few outfits yesterday while I was out. You'll find them in
the closet,” he said with a smile as he motioned with his head. “I didn't think
you would want to walk next door to retrieve any wrapped in a towel, though I
think you look best wearing nothing but me.” He wagged his eyebrows up and down
playfully with the last of his comment as she stifled a laugh and opened the
closet door. “A few outfits? It looks like you bought the store.”
Lyssa stared in disbelief at the
multiple hangers of clothes. Every outfit was exquisite but also revealing. She'd
always been what she considered conservative when it came to selecting clothes.
She might look like she was in her late twenties, but she was closer to
thirty-five and far from the skinny type she saw flaunting their bodies in
outfits like these.
“I like the black skirt and halter
in the back. It would look amazing with your legs.” Ren came over to stand
behind her and point to the hangers in the far back corner.
“It looks really short.” She pulled
the outfit out and took a better look at it. It was made of supple black
leather with zippers up both sides, and it matched the pants he currently wore.
A long wolf whistle made her smile
as Trey stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. “That will
look fabulous with your legs.” Damn, they thought alike.
****
Seated at the large dining room
table, Lyssa looked about as what seemed like a hundred conversations buzzed
around her. Never had she experienced such a sense of belonging or family. Her
life had been nights of silent meals as either her grandmother or ex informed
her of her shortcomings. No smiles or laughter, no one telling her how happy
they were she was there or how beautiful she looked. This was almost too much
to believe, and she thought more than once she might wake up from a dream.
There were not nearly the number of individuals present as had witnessed the
claiming ceremony the night before, but there were a few new faces, namely four
children who appeared to range between the ages of four and fourteen.
The children and some of the adults who
crowded around the table were dressed for the
already clenched muscles of her pussy. He rammed so deep and hard into her she
felt certain they would crack the porcelain. “Oh god you feel so damn good.” He
growled as her nails raked across his back just before they both screamed in
release.
Allowing her to slide back onto her
own feet, he held her until Lyssa could stand without wobbling. She smiled as
she watched him grab a sponge and squirt sweet-scented body soap onto it. He
started at her shoulder, rubbing her skin briskly with a circular pattern and leaving
a coating of soapy bubbles. Next, he moved down her chest, licking his lip as
he watched her nipples pucker from the friction of his scrubbing. Dropping to
his knees, Trey ran the sponge across her abdomen and hips before slipping
between her thighs to clean her sex.
The friction of the coarse sponge
against her tender flesh pulled a moan from her lips. Seeing her pout as he
moved down her legs, he chuckled. Frowning, she tugged his hair hard.
“I see my kitten would like to play
rough. When I'm done I promise to meet that need.” He cooed as he grabbed the
showerhead and sprayed the soap from her body. Pouring a small amount of
shampoo into his palm, he brought both hands to her hair and worked it into a
heavy lather before rinsing it back out.
“Hey you two, I hate to break up the
party but mom insisted we all come down to eat.” Ren's voice carried into the
room as Trey scrunched up his nose at the idea. “Looks like we'll just have to
play later, kitten. Why don't you get dried off and dressed while I wash the
sex off me?” he told her with a sharp slap to her rear as she exited.
Grabbing a towel, Lyssa stepped into
the bedroom to find Ren buttoning his shirt. “Hello, love, I took the liberty
of grabbing you a few outfits yesterday while I was out. You'll find them in
the closet,” he said with a smile as he motioned with his head. “I didn't think
you would want to walk next door to retrieve any wrapped in a towel, though I
think you look best wearing nothing but me.” He wagged his eyebrows up and down
playfully with the last of his comment as she stifled a laugh and opened the
closet door. “A few outfits? It looks like you bought the store.”
Lyssa stared in disbelief at the
multiple hangers of clothes. Every outfit was exquisite but also revealing. She'd
always been what she considered conservative when it came to selecting clothes.
She might look like she was in her late twenties, but she was closer to
thirty-five and far from the skinny type she saw flaunting their bodies in
outfits like these.
“I like the black skirt and halter
in the back. It would look amazing with your legs.” Ren came over to stand
behind her and point to the hangers in the far back corner.
“It looks really short.” She pulled
the outfit out and took a better look at it. It was made of supple black
leather with zippers up both sides, and it matched the pants he currently wore.
A long wolf whistle made her smile
as Trey stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. “That will
look fabulous with your legs.” Damn, they thought alike.
****
Seated at the large dining room
table, Lyssa looked about as what seemed like a hundred conversations buzzed
around her. Never had she experienced such a sense of belonging or family. Her
life had been nights of silent meals as either her grandmother or ex informed
her of her shortcomings. No smiles or laughter, no one telling her how happy
they were she was there or how beautiful she looked. This was almost too much
to believe, and she thought more than once she might wake up from a dream.
There were not nearly the number of individuals present as had witnessed the
claiming ceremony the night before, but there were a few new faces, namely four
children who appeared to range between the ages of four and fourteen.
The children and some of the adults who
crowded around the table were dressed for the
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