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“I’m divorced,” Petty says disbelievingly, a wide grin appearing. “Fuckin’ divorced. Or will be, when I file these papers.”

“So I won’t be encouraging you to commit adultery.” I smile at him.

“Babe, I think you could encourage me to do anything.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Like get in the shower before the water runs cold?”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO

Petty

“Mustn’t waste water.” I smirk, fully on board with what RoseLyn’s suggesting. While my initial thought had only been to get clean, I’m now determined to make the most of the situation. While she’s helping me, I’ll get my hands on her amazing body.

I just wish I could do more than look. My dick, which thankfully Brit hadn’t put permanently out of action, is clearly ignoring that the rest of me has the flexibility of a hundred-year-old man, or probably less at this moment.

My heart though, well that feels lighter as a huge weight’s been lifted off me. Britney will never be a part of my life again.Unless she’s pregnant.But I put aside that little voice that has the ability to make my dick deflate by bringing back the memories of how she might have got that way.

For now, I’ve got to concentrate on the lithe woman in front of me.

When we get into the shower, for a moment, we just stand under the spray, me letting the warm water massage my sore body. It’s awkward as fuck. It’s far from the first time I’ve been naked with a woman, but normally there’s been some foreplay first.

I want to touch her. I want my hands on her small, but perfectly formed breasts. I want to wrap my lips around her pert nipples. But while my cock is waving the flag, my sore ribs won’t allow me to follow through on any promise.

“Turn around,” RoseLyn says softly, having put a good portion of soap on her hands. I do, leaning my forearms against the shower wall. As she strokes the lather gently across my bruised back, over my buttocks, and down my legs, I can’t help the hiss coming out of my mouth. Fuck, but that feels so good. Arousal is warring with pain within me.If she starts washing my front, I might not be able to control myself…

When she stands after washing my feet, I swing around and take the soap in my hands. Squirting out a generous portion, I warn her, “My turn.”

As she starts to give me her back, I pull her toward me, and with her spine gently resting against my ribs, I enjoy her breasts by pure feel. They fit perfectly into my hands, making me realise I don’t need larger. And that gasp she makes when I toy with her nipples? Pure magic to my ears.

Her skin is smooth and silky, and I can’t prevent my fingers moving lower, exploring her stomach, and then drifting further down.

I have a moment of indecision, wondering whether she’ll stop me, but she gently pushes her ass against my erect dick, letting me know she’s not complaining about the liberties I’m taking.

“Petty,” she gasps, when my finger brushes over her clit. And then she repeats my name as my fingers separate her labia and I broach her entrance with a finger.

She writhes against me, stilling when I take in a sharp breath. “Sorry.” But when she goes to move away, I clamp her to me.

I can always take the painkillers Roller brought up for me during his rather indiscreet entrance. Right now, I want nothing more than to feel RoseLyn let go while I’m holding her in my arms, any penance I’ll happily pay later. The only thing better would be if my cock were inside her, but that would put too much strain on my ribs.

“Petty,” she moans as I start making lazy circles around her clit, while pushing two fingers inside her.

I start curling them around and yeah, that’s it. I find that special spot and she starts tensing.

“Petty!” My name on her lips emerges as a scream, as her whole body tightens and she convulses against me.

I bite back my exclamation of pain and try to concentrate on the pleasure she’s taking.

Fuck. Had I ever had a genuine response from Britney? RoseLyn gives herself over to the sensation completely. When she slumps against me, I give her a moment, and then allow her to turn and face me. Her hands come to my cheeks and she draws my head down, and then our lips meet.

Neither of us care about the slight pain from our injuries. She takes control, her tongue sweeping inside. But this is no sign of dominance, it’s the merging of equals. Our kiss goes on, getting more urgent, and my hips move against her as my cock seeks relief. Just when I think I can stand no more before sayingfuck it,and getting my dick inside her even if it’s going to cause me permanent injury, she pulls away.

Leaving a line of kisses down my chest, she sinks to her knees.

She’s going to blow my fucking mind if she puts those lips around me.I’m going to die if she doesn’t.I lean my head back against the wall of the shower, hoping and praying that she’s going to put her mouth where I want it.

And it’s my lucky day as I’m not disappointed. First she grasps my dick in her hands, and I have a moment thinking if that’s as far as she’s going to take it, it will be more than sufficient and I wouldn’t last long, when,fuck me, she engulfs me in the warmth of her mouth, expertly hollowing her cheeks as she sucks me in.

I’ve had whores aplenty suck me off, women who’ve perfected their skills, but RoseLyn’s experimentation is fast undoing me.

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