Naughty Dripping Desires (An Erotic Collection)

ly liked, but I didn't complain-not when he was already crowding me against the cool tile

lines of his chest, tracing every ridge of abdominal muscle before disappearing into th

that arrogant, panty-dropping gr

, voice low and rough ove

ing with words. Instea

wrapped around his length-thick, hot, and throbbing. I strok

The words came

dripping from my lashes and running into my

I could on the first go, hollo

inst the tile above my

d involuntarily. His other hand tangled in my soaked hair-not

ucking tightly at the head, then twisting strokes with my fingers at the base where I couldn't reach with my

ol starte

ome down your throat in about thirty

speak, my lips still brushing t

d dark. "Dirty

ning me around so my breasts and palms pressed flat

e," he ordered.

bey

my slit, and coating himself in the wetness that had

e sound echoing

hips with bruising force and started fucking me like

ision white out. Water pounded against us, our heat and slick skin slapping

d around the front of my throat-not squee

t my ear. "Feel how deep I am? Th

ushing back to meet every t

hips differently, grinding aga

to shake. "I'm

out suddenly, leaving

like I weighed nothing, and pinned me between the wall an

me," he

thick inch until he bottomed out and stayed there, rolling his hips in small, madden

-ple

Almost gently. "Tell me how ba

beyond

to his shoulders. "I need it-I need you to

ion, and he began to slam into m

around him so hard he cursed viciously. My orgasm triggered his; he drove in one final

breathed, our foreheads pressed to

. Different from the frantic cla

y feet, my legs were jelly. He steadied me

ough for me to wash your hai

ly. "Maybe. If

shower spray, and started massaging shampoo in

and let myself me

and towelling off our bodies. When we finally stepped out, he

th another one, his eyes m

e-time thing," h

gave a

greed. "I

satisfied, and a

I'm nowhere nea