Page 38 of Thorsten Wisely Dicey MC

Still feeling woozy, I lay my head against his chest and enjoy the warm spray hitting my body. He gently places me on my feet and lets his hands roam my body. Nothing sensual about it, the man is washing my skin as if his most precious possession needs cleaning.

These past few days have been slow and uneventful. Meaning we’ve been staying in the clubhouse most of the times and only went out a handful of times for groceries and takeout. With Rainer showing up at the clubhouse, and how it escalated, we’ve managed to take a leap forward when it comes to trust.

Not to mention, the discussions we’ve had in the past few days also helped. We talked a lot about different subjects, and you might say we’ve been getting to know each other quite well. Also due to forced proximity since Thorsten doesn’t let me out of his sight.

“Tip your head back,” he murmurs.

I follow his order, and Thorsten starts to gently massage the shampoo into my hair. I groan in delight. This is the first time in my adult life where someone is washing my hair, other than at the salon.

“I could get used to this,” I murmur.

Thorsten chuckles. “Me too. First time I’ve cared for a woman in this way.”

“Hmmm, only this way, eh?”

He playfully tugs at my hair. “All ways that matter. Besides, I can honestly say I’ve never treated a woman the way I’m with you, or cared about, or fucking had my cock inside more than once.”

“Nice, but a bit TMFI, Thorsten,” I grumble, and repeat, “Too much fucking information.”

Leaning in, I think he’s going to kiss me, only his lips go to my forehead instead. Shit. Puking really isn’t attractive, nor does it motivate one to rub tongues. Ugh. Feeling steady on my feet, I reach out to grab my toothbrush.

“Let me get that for you.” Thorsten easily grabs the toothbrush for me, along with the toothpaste.

A voice bellows from outside the bathroom, “Prez, Archer is here.”

“Tell him I’m busy,” Thorsten replies.

I spit in the direction of the drain and gather some of the water in my mouth to rinse before I say, “I’m fine, go talk to my cousin.”

“He’s here for Livi, Prez,” the voice calls out.

I rinse and spit once more. “Then tell him we’ll be out when we’re done having sex.”

Thorsten tips his head back and barks out a laugh. I throw my toothbrush in the sink and slide my arms around his neck to press my body flush against him. Damn, this man’s hard muscles feel good to rub against.

He growls and palms my ass. “Feel better?”

“Much.” I grin. “One thing’s for sure, though. I won’t be snacking on any pizza leftovers I find in the fridge.”

He wrinkles his nose. “Smart. You never know how long it’s been in there.”

“Oh, ew.” I pull him down and raise on my tiptoes to press my lips against his and murmur, “Enough talking.”

It doesn’t take any more convincing to make me forget what happened after I woke up. I groan when Thorsten easily lifts me up, making his hard length press against my center. Forget how good his muscles feel…having his cock inside me is damn perfection. I need it. Now. Ripping my mouth from his, I bury my head into the crook of his neck.

“Ready for me, babe?” he rumbles and shifts his hips, allowing the tip to sink between my pussy lips. “Yeah, you’re more than ready. Fuck. You feel good. This is gonna be hard and fast.”

No complaints from me. Instead of replying, I sink my teeth into his shoulder. He utters a curse and surges his hips to let his dick fill me up in one stroke. I dig my nails into his back to hold on as he fucks me hard against the tiles.

Each stroke this man gives is with determined precision. Aiming for bliss, he listens and observes how my body reacts and readjusts to make the next thrust more pleasurable. The chemistry we shared from the moment we met has only intensified.

In life you have to take chances, even if some don’t work out for the best, or shift to eventually give you something worth fighting for. I believe what Thorsten and I share, along with our willpower, gives us a fair shot at a future together.

I can feel his cock thickening inside me while my orgasm is right around the corner. Fuck. A future together. All the times we’ve had sex we haven’t used a condom. Like now when pleasure hits, making me moan his name, while we share this euphoric ride together and think of nothing else.

Consequences. There are always consequences, and with everything going on I might not have been thinking about my body and health as I should be. The puking incident this morning might be related to the midnight snacking incident, involving a pizza from fuck-knows when…or it could involve pregnancy.

His fingers slide into my hair to pull my head back.

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