Page 109 of The Strike Zone

This was my own personal wet T-shirt contest, aSports Illustratedswimsuit edition cover come to life.

The fabric immediately clung to her, emphasizing each perfect, delicious curve of her body.

The swell of her tits, the dip of her waist, the hips I loved to dig my fingers into when I fucked her from behind.

Even through the black cotton, I could see the hard peak of her nipple as beads of water ran down her chest and dripped off the end.

I knew for a fact she had absolutely no idea how perfect she looked, or how gone I was for her already. I wanted to wrap myself around her and never come up for air.

She glanced over at me, wiping the water from her face. “Are you just going to stand there?”

“Uh-uh.”

Closing the shower door behind me, I found her staring at me, big blue eyes filled with amusement, and one fist propped on her hip. “Is this what you had in mind?”

My hand slipped across her wet ass and down to her thigh. “Oh, you’re way better than what I had in mind, Davison. You’re so fucking hot, sometimes I think my head’s going to explode.”

Just like she always did when I paid her a compliment, her cheeks flushed and she couldn’t hold my eye, but I was having none of that today. Gripping her chin, I brought her back to facing me. I needed to see that every word out of my mouth was the god’s honest truth.

“You blow my mind, Scout. The reality of you is better than any fantasy I ever had, I like you so fucking much, and I’m never going to stop telling you. So stop shying away when I pay you a compliment.”

She paused for a second, I could almost hear the whirring of her brain, and then she sank to her knees. “Was this one of your fantasies?”

Before I had time to answer, her full, pink lips wrapped around my dick.

“Ohhh…fuuck. Yeahhh…”

Her tongue flattened out and ran along the underside of my shaft, catching the sensitive patch of skin near the tip that almost had my knees buckling. My eyes opened enough to catch a glimpse of hers flashing up at me, before her mouth sank back onto my cock.

The sensation of her tongue, the image of Scout on her knees while my dick swelled in her mouth, was almost too much for my brain to compute. It was midnight, I’d played a long, hard-fought game that we’d lost, and I should have been exhausted, but my body was firing on all cylinders, and I didn’t want to miss a second of it.

Brushing her damp hair to one side, away from her face, I watched her cheeks hollow out as she sucked me in.

Pressure shot down my spine, gathering in my balls. I was seconds away from detonating. If she didn’t want me coming in her mouth, she needed to move.

“Ahhh, Davison…” I managed to garble. “I’m…so…close.”

Instead of kneeling back like I expected her to, her nails dug into my ass until she was almost pushing me into her. Fisting her hair, my hips drove forward of their own accord, fucking her mouth until I couldn’t hold it any longer and I exploded down her throat.

Even when I fell back onto the bench running the length of the shower, her tongue worked to stretch out my orgasm until I had to pull her away and onto my lap. Before she even realized what had happened, I’d gripped the back of her head and pulled her lips to mine.

Over and over my tongue swiped against hers, tasting myself in her mouth. It was addicting, she was addicting. I doubted I would ever get enough of her. My fingers ran through her hair, scraping it away from her face, and I slowly moved back so I could look at her.

A lone drop of water ran down from her brow. The steam had turned her cheeks pink, which in turn made her blue eyes appear even bluer, reminding me of a trip to the Bahamas we’d taken last winter. It was becoming harder to ignore the way my heartbeat quickened the longer I stared at her.

“You become more perfect every day.” I smacked another kiss to her lips. “Now it’s your turn.”

Slowly, I slipped each button from its hole until the shirt opened to reveal Scout’s beautiful body and perfect smooth, golden skin.

My dick was already getting hard at the sight of her splayed out before me, thighs wide enough that I could see the tiny nub of her clit peeking out. Slipping my hands between her thighs, I eased two fingers inside her.

“Look at you, Davison. So fucking perfect. So fucking wet. All for me.”

She let out a garbled moan.

“Do you like that? I know you do, I can feel your pussy tightening. Tell me, I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” she breathed out, “it feels so good.”

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