Page 80 of Room 4 Rent

I don’t get a chance to respond before he smiles. “You’re a dirty girl inside, aren’t you?” he asks, driving into me, over and over again.

Dropping to my elbows, the pressure builds inside me. He pushes forward until my cheek is pressed into the tile floor of the shower, his hand fisting my hair.

While I struggle with water going in my mouth and nose, I have one thought. Okay, two. This is how babies drown. And I think I’m going to come.

Slipping his other hand around the front of me, he circles my clit. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my fucking cock,” he growls, grunting hard with each thrust. “Soak me so you can lick up every inch of it.”

With his dirty words in my ear, it doesn’t take long for me to, in fact, come all over his cock as requested.

“Cason,” I cry, seconds before trying to lift my head, but he doesn’t allow me to move an inch. My toes curl, my entire frame shaking and shuddering.

“Jesus Christ.” He groans, his hand fisting in my hair. His pace falters and he pulls out. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. Put your mouth on me.”

As quickly as I can, I spin around on all fours. His eyes lock with mine, so intense, so hungry. He’s leaned back on his feet, waiting, breathing heavy, a bead of precum sitting pretty on the head. Panting, he reaches for me, his cock twitching. “If you don’t, I’m going to come all over you.”

I do as I’m asked, my mouth sliding over his hard as steel dick to the base and up again.

His hips rise, his hands holding my head on either side. An appreciative moan rumbles through his throat, and my heart jumps in my chest that I did this for him. I hear another grunt leave his lips as he holds my head still and comes in my mouth, his body convulsing and jerking.

I lift my head to see him slumping forward, his hands dropping to the tile. “Holy shit.”

“You’re welcome,” I say, sitting up.

He laughs, shaking his head, cheeks flushed, breathing heavily. “You’re amazing.”

“Thanks for mowing my lawn.”

He raises a curious eyebrow and helps me stand. “Does that mean you’ll let me take you to dinner?” Anxiety gnaws at me, a sudden burst of nervousness working through me. With both hands on my cheeks, he forces me to look at him. “This doesn’t have to be complicated, Syd. I’m not going to fuck you over.”

He doesn’t say any more as he reaches for the soap next to the bench, leaving me with his words. I have no reason not to believe him.

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