bedroom window and
over the garden fence waiting for them to return but they never
did. I never saw him again until the day he walked into the
reception of his own building and confronted me with that absurd
text message soliciting cash for underwear.
I put my lips close to his ear again.
"You're right." I said. "I still owe you
one."
His long, powerful body flexed into action.
In a second he was down on his knees pressing his face to my
abdomen - hot kisses going everywhere - he pulled down my skirt
leaving me naked from the waist up and naked but for garters and
stockings from the waist down.
He shrugged off what was left of his shirt
and reached around to push his hands between my thighs from behind.
Hot water poured down between my legs and crashed over his huge
shoulders and back.
"You dirty little bitch." He said. "You've
been driving me out of my mind my whole life long. "
I grabbed his wet hair in my hands and pulled
his head back.
"What happened to you? Why the fuck did you
go away?"
"It doesn't matter. I'm right here now. No
more teasing Victoria Price, you're mine now."
He pushed his head between my legs and began
to lave and work me. My body shuddered as he licked me feverishly
to the first aching orgasm. I had nearly climaxed already when he
turned his attention to my thighs and the garters holding my
stockings up.
The interruption made me angry, urgent.
"Don’t stop now damn it, finish what you
started."
"This is nowhere near the end." He growled.
"I need to see you first." His voice cracked mid-syllable as he
pushed back to look at me full on. "Now I know why I haven't been
able to stop thinking about you since you sent me that damn text.
This is what I've been looking for my whole life - the dirty little
bitch who started it all."
He grabbed my legs and then stood up, raising
me up from the shower floor before sliding my naked body down his
wet, rock hard chest and abdomen and then all the way down to his
still captive erection.
I moaned every inch of the way.
I was being dry and wet fucked at the same
time.
I pushed myself from him, got to my knees and
began furiously undoing the buttons to release his cock.
This was it. I was going to blow his
mind.
A promise is a promise.
In frustration I ripped the buttons apart and
tore at his briefs to release him. The thing sprang out and I
devoured it. His groans of pain and pleasure spurred me on to go
further, deeper, harder.
He grabbed my head, trying to control me but
I didn’t let up. I wanted him to blow all over me. I wanted that
power over him, just him, that dirty little boy all grown up now
into a big, God-awful sexy, horny man. I owned him back then and I
would own him again now - we just needed a little time to establish
that.
"Victoria, fuck, that's so damn good, but
we've got to stop."
No way.
No fucking way.
I worked harder, squeezing his straining
balls in my left hand, working his shaft with my right. I'd never
wanted to do it so much for anyone before. Sure I had blown
boyfriends in the past, but it had always felt like doing a favor.
I had never wanted to see a guy lose it so much as this and I was
getting more excited all the time myself with streams and eddies of
hot water running down between my legs, pouring through my inner
thighs, streaming across my naked pussy.
I worked harder and felt him begin to shudder
and thrust under the force of the barrage I was subjecting him
to.
"Oh fuck, I've wanted to do this for so
long." He grunted. Every part of me wanted him to fall apart and
come all over me but he grabbed my wrists and dragged me up again.
"Not here." He rasped. "Not yet." He hoisted me up over his
shoulder and left the shower, kicking off his pants on the way to
the big kidney shaped bath on the other side of the bathroom.
I entered the water with a splash that sent
waves of bubbles spilling out all over the floor. It was already
filled, still warm and covered with rose petals, surrounded by
candles. In the heat
over the garden fence waiting for them to return but they never
did. I never saw him again until the day he walked into the
reception of his own building and confronted me with that absurd
text message soliciting cash for underwear.
I put my lips close to his ear again.
"You're right." I said. "I still owe you
one."
His long, powerful body flexed into action.
In a second he was down on his knees pressing his face to my
abdomen - hot kisses going everywhere - he pulled down my skirt
leaving me naked from the waist up and naked but for garters and
stockings from the waist down.
He shrugged off what was left of his shirt
and reached around to push his hands between my thighs from behind.
Hot water poured down between my legs and crashed over his huge
shoulders and back.
"You dirty little bitch." He said. "You've
been driving me out of my mind my whole life long. "
I grabbed his wet hair in my hands and pulled
his head back.
"What happened to you? Why the fuck did you
go away?"
"It doesn't matter. I'm right here now. No
more teasing Victoria Price, you're mine now."
He pushed his head between my legs and began
to lave and work me. My body shuddered as he licked me feverishly
to the first aching orgasm. I had nearly climaxed already when he
turned his attention to my thighs and the garters holding my
stockings up.
The interruption made me angry, urgent.
"Don’t stop now damn it, finish what you
started."
"This is nowhere near the end." He growled.
"I need to see you first." His voice cracked mid-syllable as he
pushed back to look at me full on. "Now I know why I haven't been
able to stop thinking about you since you sent me that damn text.
This is what I've been looking for my whole life - the dirty little
bitch who started it all."
He grabbed my legs and then stood up, raising
me up from the shower floor before sliding my naked body down his
wet, rock hard chest and abdomen and then all the way down to his
still captive erection.
I moaned every inch of the way.
I was being dry and wet fucked at the same
time.
I pushed myself from him, got to my knees and
began furiously undoing the buttons to release his cock.
This was it. I was going to blow his
mind.
A promise is a promise.
In frustration I ripped the buttons apart and
tore at his briefs to release him. The thing sprang out and I
devoured it. His groans of pain and pleasure spurred me on to go
further, deeper, harder.
He grabbed my head, trying to control me but
I didn’t let up. I wanted him to blow all over me. I wanted that
power over him, just him, that dirty little boy all grown up now
into a big, God-awful sexy, horny man. I owned him back then and I
would own him again now - we just needed a little time to establish
that.
"Victoria, fuck, that's so damn good, but
we've got to stop."
No way.
No fucking way.
I worked harder, squeezing his straining
balls in my left hand, working his shaft with my right. I'd never
wanted to do it so much for anyone before. Sure I had blown
boyfriends in the past, but it had always felt like doing a favor.
I had never wanted to see a guy lose it so much as this and I was
getting more excited all the time myself with streams and eddies of
hot water running down between my legs, pouring through my inner
thighs, streaming across my naked pussy.
I worked harder and felt him begin to shudder
and thrust under the force of the barrage I was subjecting him
to.
"Oh fuck, I've wanted to do this for so
long." He grunted. Every part of me wanted him to fall apart and
come all over me but he grabbed my wrists and dragged me up again.
"Not here." He rasped. "Not yet." He hoisted me up over his
shoulder and left the shower, kicking off his pants on the way to
the big kidney shaped bath on the other side of the bathroom.
I entered the water with a splash that sent
waves of bubbles spilling out all over the floor. It was already
filled, still warm and covered with rose petals, surrounded by
candles. In the heat
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