Page 57 of King of Desire

Then there is the visual of her panties around her calves, her heels off the floor. She looks so fucking hot, that I unbutton my shirt, tossing it aside, as I pull my T-shirt over my head.

I kick off my shoes just as she reaches for the toilet paper. Fuck. She might be turning me into some weirdly obsessed freak because I freeze, wanting to watch her hand dip between her legs.

Like everything else about her, Honeyeh has gorgeous hands with long, tapered fingers and beautiful nail beds. I wonder if she could be a hand model.

Or a regular model…

I watch as she parts her knees, and I swear I leak cum as she dips her hand between her legs. I’m craning my neck to catch a peek of her waxed pussy. Fuck. I cannot wait to have my mouth all over her.

But first…

I shrug down my pants and cross to the shower, turning on all the sprayers. She spent the day in an actual whorehouse and my first thought is to wash it clean off her. It’s more symbolic than anything else.

Well that, and I can’t wait to have soapy hands all over her.

I hear her little intake of breath, even as I push my boxer briefs down my thighs and kick them off.

The shower starts to fill up with steam and I look back at her. “Come.”

She swallows down a lump and then slides her panties down to her ankles, stepping out of them, before my T-shirt goes up over her head.

She stands before me naked, and I turn to take her in. The high pert breasts, the tiny waist and flat stomach, the flair of her hips. Her long, shapely legs with the exact right amount of muscle.

She’s more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever seen and I just stare. And I have this moment where I know I could look at Honeyeh for a long, long time.

That any other woman would only disappoint. And I’m not just talking about her looks. It’s everything.

I reach out my hand, and she takes a tentative step forward, sliding her fingers into mine.

Opening the shower door, I pull her forward until she steps inside. I’m right behind her, closing the door to keep in the heat.

She steps under the rain head, water pouring down her body as I come up behind her, grasping her waist and pulling her back to my front. Her skin glides along mine and I rumble out my approval.

She settles against me as I squeeze her waist, and then slide my hands over her wet belly. I take a moment to admire the smooth expanse of skin before one of my hands starts moving up her torso, while the other ventures down.

Cupping her breast, I tweak one of her nipples as my other hand grasps her mound, my middle finger settling over her slit.

She cries out, arching into my touch. My cock is so hard, every muscle tense as I press deeper into her flesh.

I told myself that I was going slower this time. I know she’s innocent, but her body, her response, they make me frantic as the pad of my finger settles over her clit, swirling around her nub as she cries out.

I’m nestled between her ass cheeks as I work her clit, looking for more friction.

Part of me wants to wait to cum inside her. But it’s been days and if I’m going to be gentle later, getting rid of some of this pent-up energy would really fucking help.

My second hand leaves her breast joins the first. As I keep circling her clit, I slide a finger inside her slick folds, entering her pussy, which is tighter than any I’ve ever felt before.

She moans, her knees going weak, all her weight settling against my chest and in my hands.

She reaches back, wrapping her hands around my neck, her fingers threading into my hair.

I’ve never been so amped to hear a woman orgasm as I work her relentlessly, bending down to suck her earlobe between my teeth.

She comes undone, crying out as her pussy locks around my single finger.

I’m going to have to stretch her before I’m fitting my cock inside her.

She slumps into my hands, and I turn her so she’s not directly under the rain head. “On your knees, baby,” I grunt into her ear.

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