Page 86 of Where the Blacktop Ends

Pants.

He’s rigid, already ready for me as he strokes himself firmly in his grip.

“Need to feel that hot cunt squeezing me so tightly I come back to myself,” he wipes his face with a hand as if he’s ripping off the mask that he’s been wearing all day while participating in press conferences. My heart squeezes tightly in my chest and I hate that this is his life.

I back away slowly, my butt hitting the edge of the bed until I take a seat on the top of the comforter.

“Wait.” I press my hands against his chest, halting his advance. He freezes instantly, every muscle tensed, his breath ragged. Despite everything, heat still coils low in my belly, my body screaming for him, for the hardness straining against his boxers.

“What’s wrong?”

“My period just started.”

His brows drop before a grin spreads across his handsome face.

“You think I care about a little blood? I’m aman.”

“But you’re all… proper, and polished.”?

He chuckles, a deep, raspy sound that travels through me, and for a moment, it’s as if his laughter is brushing against my clit, sending shivers straight to my aching core.

“I forget that you didn’t know me before all this—the politics, New York, the persona. I wasn’t always this guy. My siblings can attest to that. Yeah, I’ve had to step up. My parents were just teenagers, fresh out of high school when they had me. That’swhy they waited nearly a decade before getting pregnant again. But who do you think helped with the farm back then? I can get messy, Georgia. I might try to avoid it, not with this reputation and the public image I’ve got to maintain, but for you? Iwantto get messy. I want to dive into the messy parts of your life, your mind and your body. I want to fuck you every day out of the month, even when you’re on your period. Until your blood drips with my semen out of you, mixing us together in ways that makes us inseparable. But beyond sexual, I want all of you. Do you understand that yet?”

A shiver runs down my spine.

“Unless… you don’t want that tonight. And if so, that’s okay. If you’re not feeling up for it. I’ll settle for just holding you and talking to you, baby. But after the day I’ve had, all I want is to be with you.”

I stand, reach for him and tear away the last bit of clothing from his body until he’s naked.

“Let’s go to the shower.”

He smiles, eyes dark with passion as I take his hand and lead him into the bathroom off the master bedroom. The soft patter of water fills the space as he turns on the shower, the warmth already fogging up the mirror. I slip out of my clothes easily, and he follows, his gaze never leaving mine.

It’s day one of my cycle, the flow light but still present. It doesn’t seem to faze him in the slightest. If anything, the heat in his eyes only intensifies when he sees my naked skin. His fingers slide over my wet body, teasing, tracing, dipping inside me with an unhurried confidence. He stretches me slowly, adding a third finger, preparing me for what’s to come.

The touch of him soothes the last traces of cramps, melting any tension I didn’t even realize I was holding. I relax into him,pressing my back against his chest, letting the steady stream of water wash away any lingering self-consciousness.

With deliberate care, he lathers my body with soap, taking his time, his hands reverent as they glide over my breasts, between my thighs, worshiping every inch of me. When I’m thoroughly cleaned, he reaches up, detaches the shower head from its holder, and brings it down between my legs.

Warm water pulses against my clit—a firm, rhythmic current that has me gasping as my body arches into him, utterly at his mercy.

“Have you ever masturbated with a shower head before?” he asks.

“No.”

He switches the setting on the handle so that it’s pulsing now, then lowers the wand until the twelve rubbered tips are pressed directly against my clit, providing a stream of warm water. He holds it there gently, rubbing back and forth, massaging across my overly sensitive body.

“Oh... wow...”

“You like that baby?” he asks.

I nod eagerly as he continues to rub the rounded head over me and up to my chest. My clit pulses, sending tingles down through my thighs and into my toes as he massages me. I relax against his chest, enjoying the way he cares for my body as he slips a finger into my opening, easing in and out.

We stand like that for a few minutes, him, warming me up to the feeling of being touched, ensuring that I’m relaxed and ready until he bends me over gently, his cock nudging at my entrance.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks, dragging the bare tip of himself across my soaked pussy.

I nod. “Yes.”

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