Completion Chapter 230

The fuse that held back broke again. He drove hard, his balls slapping against . He didn’t let up until I pulsed around his cock. His chest ca down on my back and he grasped my hands. He groaned against my back as his warm cum filled . Our heavy breathing filled the kitchen. He placed a soft kiss between my shoulder blades.

We’ve only begun rolled hazily through my head. The man would seriously kill with orgasms if he continued. I was too wrung out to support myself. A yelp left my throat when Brack withdrew and picked up in his arms. At least he took his shoes and pants off first. I, on the other hand, looked ridiculous with my Fancy Pants around my ankles. He only smirked as he carried into my room and sat on the bed. He kneeled on the floor and removed my shoes before sliding my tennis undies over my feet.

"Jump in the shower while I grab my bag," he said as he helped up from the bed.

I needed to relax. At the sa ti, I felt a little let down. I wanted him pushing . I needed dirty Brack in my psychotic life taking my mind away from the bad. I turned on the water keeping it cool against my overheated muscles. Brack entered the bathroom a few minutes later. I heard different sounds as he pulled things from his bag, or at least that’s what I thought he was doing.

He stepped naked into the shower and I turned fully, leaning back against the cool wall. His cock was at attention and I licked my lips. I could look at him like this for the rest of my life. I loved his chest and the rippled muscles that defined his abs. God, the muscled indentations that separated his oblique muscles from those abs guided my eyes straight back to his erection. No male God created him. This was a woman’s worka female artist with brushstrokes colored by pure sex.

He stayed still and let admire him. When I finally tore my gaze from his midsection and t his amazing eyes, they burned. It surprised that the cold water didn’t steam.

"Wash up, rinse off, and turn around. In that exact order," his deep voice matched where my dirty thoughts took .

My breathing picked up. "You’re bossy," I breathed out.

"You love it. Now do as I said."

Two could play this ga. I grabbed the soap and ran it slowly over my breasts. I watched him watching . My smile beca devious when my soapy fingers slipped along my pussy lips. His cock jumped.

"Wash your hair and stop playing around," he demanded.

"You’re no fun," I pouted as I exchanged the soap for shampoo. I did as directed, keeping my eyes on him until I washed the soap from my hair. He didn’t touch . The throb in my core increased. Before he stepped into the shower, I’d thought I was past craving him with this need that actually hurt. I was wrong. I wiped the water from my eyes and opened them. He hadn’t moved. I almost forgot he’d told to turn around, but slowly I followed his orders to the letter.

"Hands above your head, palms on the wall."

At least I would die happy.

"Spread your legs."

With each second that passed, my entire body awaited his touch. Anywhere. I just wanted his hands or cock on , in , fucking . I sucked in a breath when his fingers slid along the crevice of my ass. He pulled his hands away and I heard a slight clanking noise. I faced the wrong way to see what he was doing. I pushed away from the wall a bit so I could turn.

His words stopped , "Don’t move."

Fuck, waiting was hard. My breathing sounded loud in my ears, louder than the spray hitting the shower floor.

His fingers ca back to their original spot. The shower water didn’t hit . Sothing silky coated Brack’s fingers. He slid one into my ass. I involuntarily tightened my musclesin dread- in anticipation- in fucking lust. This was it. My dirtiest fantasy was about to beco reality.

"Relax," he whispered.

"And how the fuck am I supposed to do that? I’m so turned on I could scream."

"Scream all you want," he chuckled throatily as two fingers entered . "This is only preparation. I’m not taking you like this until you’re on the bed."

My high-pitched groan was sowhere between the scream I promised and a whimper. God, I could co with just his fingers there. It ached in such a good way.

"Relax and push against my fingers."

I did. When he tried to slip another finger inside it hurt. I tensed and he bit my neck where it t my shoulder. "Let go, baby," he said as he licked the teeth marks. "This will feel good if you relax."

"Too good. I’ll co again."

His teeth moved over. He bit down slowly as his third finger slipped inside . He pulled his fingers out gently before sliding them back in. That’s all it took. Holy fuck did my body explode. I would never go back to tennis boys. This orgasm was so strong I barely remained upright. He pushed against my shoulder so the wall supported as he kept up a steady rhythm with his other hand. My orgasm was everywhere. I felt it in my clit, inside my pussy, and where his fingers fucked my ass.

"That’s it, baby, get it out of your system." He continued a steady stream of encouragent as his fingers widened inside . Even with the orgasm spasms my body released, I worried that nothing he did would prepare to take his cock. Maybe that was half the turn on for . I craved just the edge of pain and he knew it.

The sharp slap on my ass brought out of the orgasm coma I slipped into. "Get out, dry off, and wait for on the bed. I want your knees on the edge and spread. Put your forearms toward the center, palms flat. I need to wash up."

I didn’t look directly at him as I stepped from the shower and grabbed a towel. From the corner of my eye, I could see his gorgeous body through the beveled glass. I dried myself and entered my room looking at the bed.

I didn’t think I could do it.