Page 47 of Broken

Izzy ran her tongue over her lips, and I sped up to come to a fast halt in my spot of the wraparound drive. Izzy threw her door open, hopping out before I could even run around, and the two of us rushed to the door. The second I had us inside, she leapt up, and I grabbed her thighs below her ass, her legs wrapping around my waist. Our mouths met in a desperate kiss, our tongues tangling, her hands burying in my hair.

I raced up the stairs, not breaking our hold, and fumbled with the knob to my door before kicking it open.

“Shower first. We’re gross,” Izzy directed before I could lower her to the bed, and my cock shot to full attention at the thought of her naked wet form under the spray of my shower.

Pushing my way into the bathroom, I finally lowered Izzy gently to the floor, and she looked up at me, teasing desire in her eyes as she slowly pulled away her top.

Emerald green lace covered the swell of her chest, and before I got a real chance to admire the color with her eyes, she reached around her back, the lace falling free down to my bathroom floor.

“Am I the only one doing this?” Her brow rose as I just stared, and I jerked into action, pulling open the shower door to turn on the water. I peeled off my clothes as fast as I could, and Izzy stepped forward, her creamy body now bare and aching for my touch. She glanced over her shoulder, hooking her finger at me as she stepped under the water.

Fuck. Yes.

Something made me pause, and I reached into the jar on the shelf, grabbing a condom. Just in case. I finally stepped into the shower, pulling the door closed behind us, and Izzy immediately reached up, pulling me down for a kiss. I reached down, gripping her perfect, pert ass in my hands.

“Do you know how much I want to kneel and bury my face between your thighs right now?” I murmured, the desperation to taste her on my lips. Izzy shook her head, taking one of my hands and guiding it to her bare pussy instead.

Well, when the instructions are clear…

I dipped my fingers between her folds, my mouth enveloping hers as she moaned with my first touch. I glided my fingers back and forth, circling her clit before moving them down to swirl at her entrance and back up to her clit. Teasing, loving her sweet sounds and her frustration when she finally gripped my arm. “Tucker,” she half fussed, half begged, breaking our kiss, and I finally slipped my fingers inside, loving the way she cried out, clutching herself to my arm as I trailed my lips along her jaw, kissing my way down to the spot below her ear I’d discovered not long ago to suck. She gasped, her knees wobbling at the sensation, and I held her up, my fingers assaulting her pussy as her panting breaths filled my bathroom. Her nails clutched into my arms, her orgasm close, and I brushed my thumb over her clit, rubbing in circles until she was spasming around my fingers.

“Oh, God, yes.” Her hips bucked, begging for more. She reached between us, grabbing my cock, the skin slick with the spray of the water, and I groaned as she slowly pumped up and down.

“I can’t wait to have this inside me,” she murmured, rubbing her palm slowly over the sensitive head. I hissed, earning a grin as she took the condom from my hand, using her teeth to open the package, and I stood still, enraptured, watching the drops of the water’s spray rolling across her skin, wondering what it would be like to lick each and every one from her body.

As soon as she had the condom in place, I scooped her up, pressing her back against the wall, and dipped my head to swirl my tongue over the drops from the swell of her breasts,sucking greedily on her nipples. She sucked in a breath, her hand reaching behind her to find my cock again, and I rested my head against her clavicle for a moment, appreciating the long, slow strokes from her soft hands.

“Be careful how long you play,” I warned, not wanting my stamina too far gone, everything elevated with her bare form under the water’s spray. The sensations more. I was dying to have her. Izzy grinned, letting go to grip my shoulders as I slammed my cock inside her.

I groaned, holding still, just enjoying the tight fit of her pussy, when Izzy used the wall as a brace to rock her hips. “Move, whiskey,” she demanded, and I grinned, adjusting so that I gripped her ass in my hands. I pulled out and slammed myself inside her again, and Izzy’s head fell back against the white tiles with a sharp gasp.

“God, yes. Just like that.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I pumped again, using the sides of the shower as a brace for my feet. I pummeled inside her, rougher and rougher as she cried out, our movements becoming frenzied. Hands slipping over bodies. Tongues licking. Panting. We were desperate, like two frantic animals that couldn’t get enough. I refused to stop. Not when it felt this good. The shower was a whole nother level. I forced myself to keep going, never wanting it to end, but just after Izzy’s second orgasm, I felt my balls tightening, my own release about to reach its peak.

“Touch yourself,” I ordered, desperate to have her come just one more time, loving watching her come undone, doing thattogether. Izzy’s hand left my shoulder to reach between her legs, frantically rubbing, and I knew she had to sense I was close.

“Ah, God.” I ground my teeth, relieved when I felt her legs begin to shake, and she cried out, her pussy spasming around me, milking me for all I was worth as I fell over that edge alongside her.

We collapsed. My head and shoulder leaning against the shower wall as Izzy turned to butter in my arms. I slowly lowered her to the ground, holding her steady for a moment as her legs wobbled, pride swelling in my chest. Because damn, that had to mean it had been good. She stepped out, grabbing a couple of towels as I shut off the water, and I took the one she held out, drying off my face before stepping out of the shower. The entire room was fogged in steam, and I waded through it to ditch the condom in the trash.

Izzy shimmied the towel over her body before wrapping it around herself and padded out into my room.

“Crap. We left your door open.”

“It’s okay. We’re the only ones here.”

“For now.” I heard her shut it.

I came out of the bathroom next, wrapping the towel around my waist, and Izzy’s eyes trailed along my chest to the trail of hair that disappeared beneath it. Her eyes darkened, hunger sparking in them again.

“Already?” My brow raised when she reached for the nightstand.

“You gonna complain?”

“No ma’am. Your wish is my command, princess.” I tossed the towel away as she climbed onto her knees on the bed, our next round just as frantic as the first.

When we finished, Izzy pulled the covers back, crawling under them, and she cuddled into my chest. “Just for a little while.” She yawned.

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