I smile to myself as she hums, completely at ease with being naked with me in her tiny shower. It’s definitely not made for two, but that’s where theatrics come in.
I don’t like all the shit she just told me. In fact, I’m enraged. I want to cut this man, and her fucking brother, and bury them out in the bayou. Goddamn assholes. No matter what she says, I’ll get to the bottom of it. What if these bastards are still doing this shit? She was married at sixteen? That’s not even legal. Then when I think of Olive and her future in that damn nut camp, I really see red. Children are innocent, they deserve better than that.
I’m also still upset that she never told me. I don’t want to ruin the mood, so I keep my annoyance on the down low, but I’m glad she’s finally fessed up. Even if it is years after the fact. The wholeidea she held all of that from me… I really don’t know what to think.
Still, she’s happy tonight. I don’t want to ruin the mood. I like playful Amber.
“You tryin’ to tease me on purpose?” I muse, leaning back against the shower wall. We were both hot and sticky from our fuck sessions, and while I’m more than fine with her lying in my arms with my cum leaking out of her, I know she’ll feel better after a shower. Not that we’re gonna make it out of here without round three.
“Nope.” She massages her tits, her teeth biting down on her lip as she gazes up at me.
I reach out, but she smacks my hand away. “Show me what you do.”
I cock my head. “With what?”
A little smile creeps across her face. “With that big monster between your legs.”
I glance down, my cock thick and heavy between my legs, and I grin. “He’s a friendly monster.”
“He’s still big.”
I run a hand down my chest and abs teasingly as her eyes follow, then I grip my dick with one palm and work it up and down my length. “Like this.”
She watches me, still playing with herself as my eyes dip to her tits. “He’s ready to play again.”
“Oh, he’s always ready to play around you.” I smile. I almost tell her how hard I’ve been for her for a while now, but that’ll give my secret away, so I hold my tongue on too much of the truth. “Ever since that kiss, my dick’s been hot for you.”
“Jesus, I love that dirty mouth.”
“Touch your pussy.”
She does as I ask, leaning back against the glass, facing me, her legs spread. She rubs her clit, keeping one hand plucking ather nipples, and I’m heady with need. Her eyes are still trained on my hand and I pick up the pace, tugging my balls with the other hand.
“You’re too sexy for words,” she breathes.
I laugh. “I am not.”
“Like you don’t know it.”
“Put your fingers inside, that’s it…” My strokes become faster and I grip my cock harder as I watch her. She fucks her pussy with one finger, then two, moaning softly as I take her in. I need to touch her, but I want to see if she’ll touch me first.
“Bronco,” she whispers. “I’m close.”
“Suck my dick while you finger yourself,” I growl.
Her eyes spring open, and she licks her lips. In two seconds, she’s kneeling on the tiles, my cock in her hand. Spreading her legs, she continues to touch herself as she takes me into her mouth and sucks me deep. I brace a hand on the glass where she was just leaning. “Fuuuuuck.”
She uses that hot tongue to tease me, lave me, nibble at my tip and I’m ready to come down her throat. I move my hips, hitting the back of her throat as she gags. I pull out.
“You okay?”
“Mmm, yes.” She takes me again, sucking the tip like a lollipop. “Fuck my mouth, Bronc.”
I piston my hips, moving in and out as she takes all of me. Her mouth perfect, her eyes wide, she stares up at me and it takes all my might not to spill into the back of her throat. But I need her pussy again.
“Come for me,” I demand. “Please.”
My words are her undoing as she moves her hips, one hand between her legs, the other one squeezing my dick. Then she comes loudly, and I’m jealous of her hand working between her legs. I want to give her that. She groans, my cock locked betweenher lips, and I stop my ministrations the second she’s done. I pull her up to standing and my lips find hers.