Page 43 of Drop Three

My hips can’t help but drive into her, making her moan loud enough to wake the dead. “Mhm. I…I…”

“Hmm. She’s speechless. Would you look at that?” I tease.

Navy’s words come out heavy and clear, “You wish. I’m waiting for you to grow some balls and touch me like a real man.”

There’s my snarky firecracker. You asked for it, baby.

My hands reach to squeeze the globes of her ass as I lower down to my knees and flip her body around swiftly, throwing her against the wall.

The bite I take into her full ass cheek sends a loud screech from her lips. Fuck, she’s silky and perfect. She’s perfect for me.

“Baby girl, I’m as real as it gets. Wait till you see my cock.”

A yelp leaves her mouth, showing me I surprised her.

So responsive.

Water cascades down my back as I rise to my feet, dragging my hands along the sides of Navy’s legs while I move.

My chest finds her upper back and I pull her body into me.

Navy is tall, but I’m taller. Tall women are my Achilles’ heel.

The stature of Navy’s legs, and how they elongate every curve across her body, drives me mad.

“How about we wash this mud off you, hmm?”

Her whispered agreement excites me. “Sure.”

My hand reaches for the body wash dispenser on the wall beside me, and I pump an allotted amount into my palm. Navy is painstakingly still as my hands find her back and massage small circles across her skin, washing the mud away.

She’s intoxicating like this.

Navy may have been dirty coming in here, but I’ll make sure she’s filthy when she leaves.

I run my calloused hands along the smoothness of her skin, following the path of her spine to the fullness of her ass, and back up to the valley of her breasts.

I move cautiously, testing how far she’ll let me explore.

My hands slide across the sensitive sides of her breasts before wrapping around her front and covering the roundness of them. The soap does well at rinsing away the mud in seconds, allowing the fabric of her tiny bikini to be felt against my touch. I know what’s underneath that little piece of cloth.

I haven’t seen it firsthand, but my fantasies have been well acquainted.

Navy’s body squirms for release. I can feel the anticipation seeping from her heated skin. She’s wound up tight, and right now, I’m the only one with the ability to control her pleasure.

At the feel of her breasts cupped in my hands, a loud grunt escapes my lips. “Fuck, these tits. The perfect handful.”

“They’re small,” Navy cries out with a moan.

I pinch the bud of her nipple through the triangular fabric. “I want to bury my face in them and watch my cock slip in and out.”

I drive my hard cock into her backside as a wild groan escapes me.

I’m still in my board shorts, but most of the mud is washed off, letting her feel the size of my length pressed against her.

“You…you feel huge. There’s no way that won’t break me,” Navy pleads.

My chuckle fades into moans as I caress the upper part of her breasts. I pull the tiny fabric to the side, baring her breasts free, and grabbing a handful of her fullness.

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