Page 51 of Under Pressure

“I should get home—” she sighed, checking the clock.

“Live a little on the wild side.” He shot her a sly wink, making her ache.

So, she nodded deferentially and watched the father of her baby disappear down the hall. In her heart, she knew she owed it to her son to give him everything she had. For the little extra time away from him, maybe there was a chance to give him a daddy.

Hearing the shower turn on, she followed Delta like he was a piper. He drew her in—in a way she could never explain. He’d left the door open for her, she realized, as she entered the steamy washroom. The dated fixtures gave a vintage feel, like they were in the 1950s, except for the large modern mirror hanging over his sink. It looked brand new. It was all very California.

A few feet from the sink, he cracked open the glass door to the shower, inviting her in with him. She took him up on it. His tall, wide frame was almost comically large in the powder-blue-tiled shower stall. Under the water, she rinsed her face, ridding herself of whatever small amounts of makeup were left over from the night at the bar, feeling his body right behind her, holding her.

“Would you rather have something average for a long time”—he ran his hand down her wet back toward her ass—“or something amazing for a short time?”

“I don’t know.” Her heart pounded with his words, and she found herself biting her lip as was her nervous habit.

He sprayed the hot water all over her body. With soap, he massaged her shoulders and neck, making her feel like a wet noodle in his grasp. Working his way down, reaching around her, and he didn’t avoid her breasts and nipples, giving each the attention they deserved.

“What about you?” she moaned as he touched her.

“I don’t have a choice. You do.”

He ran his calloused hands even lower, along her abdomen and lower, until he finally hit her shaved mound. She couldn’t contain herself as he did, opening her legs in an inviting way. His touch never ceased to blow her mind.

“I love this part.” He groaned.

Slipping under her lower lips, he touched her pulsing clit, making her need him again. He knew how to draw the right circles around it, playing games with her body. He traced her slit to the opening of her pussy, which was so sore from getting fucked so damn well the previous night.

“Baby,” she let out, experiencing intense pleasure.

He spun her to him and dropped his head, kissing her underneath the falling water as he thrusted his finger up inside her. He made a come-hither movement with it in her pussy, rubbing against the spot that drove her wild. She loved it when he took control—and he knew that. He drove up two and three fingers, making her gasp for air. He was so close to making her come again, just with his hands.

“You’re too good at this.”

“Tell me more,” he growled, growing more aggressive with his movements.

As she opened her eyes, she took in the crazy look in his. With something likely up his sleeve, he slowly spun her before him. She didn’t miss the now-bouncing erection standing at attention between them. Just so damn hard. He was aching, the same as her—and ready to fuck.

“Bend over and touch your toes,” he demanded in a low growl, turning her once more in his arms.

She obeyed without argument, feeling light and pliable. Behind her, he teased her legs apart, finding her opening again, but he put his cock in her this time. She enjoyed how long and hard he got, filling her up just like the night before. The only difference was that this time, hot water splashed over their bodies as he fucked her like he was savoring the moment.

His hand on her ass, he traced her crack all the way. Slapping her wet ass like a savage, he groaned with every thrust he drilled into her. She gasped, falling forward as he hit the perfect spot with his thick manhood. She smacked her hands against the wet tile, and she tried to steady herself, getting lost in the hot steam.

“Is this what you wanted?” he grunted, panting.

“God, yes—”

“You can have it anytime.”

“Fuck, I wish that were true,” she groaned, loving his pulsing cock in her.

Gripping her ass as he drove himself in and out of her, he traced her crack again, the hot water cascading down between them.

“Me too,” he grumbled.

His words, his hunger, the hot water, the passion of it all—Kendra was about to lose her goddamn mind. Grinding back into him as he fucked her, she realize that she needed more of him—everywhere. One of his thick fingers pushed into her rear hole, fingering her, pleasuring her, finding a spot inside that made her want to scream. He grunted, driving harder into both holes, pushing her against the tiled shower wall—demanding she take his full manhood in her already-aching pussy. She screamed out, the double penetration filling her in ways she’d never thought possible, giving her a rare electric orgasm.

As she climaxed, he came, groaning as his hot seed filled her then ran out and down the backs of her legs. He slowly released her body, retreating as he soaped her up all over again. Even though her hands were still against the wall, as if immobilized, she enjoyed the sensation of his hands running over her back and down her ass and legs with slippery, soapy bubbles. He treated her too good. How can I hate him?

Pulling her back against his chest, he held her to him, kissing her neck.

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