Page 19 of Love Her

“I know that, too,” he said, sitting up, swinging both of us forward. “Hold on, eh?” he said, rising to stand, still holding me and the sad remnants of my pretty green dress, as he kicked his shoes off.

“Am I finally getting a tour?” I teased, which made him snort loudly.

“Yeah. Of the bathroom. There’s probably just as much blood on you as there is me, and while I am a fan of spraying DNA everywhere, I don’t want my housecleaner to have a heart attack.”

I laughed, and tucked myself into his neck, closing my eyes as we went down a short hall into an expansive bathroom suite. He knelt and settled me into a tub, dress and all. “You want out of that the hard way, or…?” he offered, and I grinned up at him,peeling off the rest of the dress to hand over for him to toss aside, before he ran water from the faucet, leaning over to take handfuls of it to swish and spit and scrub off his chin. “Better?” he asked.

“A little,” I said, reaching up, rubbing the last of my blood away. “There.”

“Good,” he said, before splashing me with the water. I squeaked and he laughed. “Gotta get you clean too, moth. Get your pussy down here,” he said, patting where the water was flowing. “Put your feet up on the tub’s edge.”

I scrunched my way down the tub, sinking back, giving up on not getting my hair wet, as I let the water meet me.

He ran his hand between my legs roughly, before turning the water off. “Stay there,” he advised, and then clinically inspected me, as my heart flew into my throat.

Getting railed was one thing, but I wasn’t prepared for my monster to play OB.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, as he pulled my folds apart to look.

I shook my head—I was so off-center from the moment, I couldn’t speak.

He looked over at me, half his lips lifting in a daunting smile. “Did you hurt you?”

“No. I mean—I’ll feel it tomorrow, sure. But that’s what I wanted, you know?”

I wanted his everything.

“Yeah,” he answered back, then slid his two middle fingers inside of me.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed—and then his other hand turned the water back on, so it started splashing as he fingered me.

“You like that?” he asked, bringing his thumb up so it could hold up my clit’s hood, which meant the water was now flowing over my most sensitive part.

“Yeah,” I said. I reached for one of my nipples at once to tug it with wet fingers.

“Good girl,” he said, and started rubbing me deep inside, as he made an accommodating sound.

I pushed myself up higher, to see over the tub’s edge, to see the slightly bloodstained dick that’d been in me twice so far tonight rising to half-mast against his suit slacks.

“You wanna see?” he asked, and I nodded strongly—which meant he let go of me, and stood, quickly taking off the rest of his clothing, making me gasp.

He was, of course, perfection incarnate. Strong, muscled, and where he wasn’t ripped, it was clear he was solid, with enough chest hair to scream he was a man who didn’t give a fuck. It trailed down his chest in a V and then started up again below his navel, inexorably drawing my gaze down to where clear fluids were dripping from his eager tip.

“Saint fuck,” I whispered, as he knelt back next to me, looking like some kind of Grecian statue, which made what he said next all the more hilarious.

“Lay back and let Zeus finish fucking you,” he said, pushing his fingers back inside me, after stoppering the tub closed.

“Zeus?” I asked with bemused delight.

“Yeah. Form of water, all that sort of thing,” he went on.

“How do you know about Zeus?”

He rolled his eyes before answering me. “I’m Italian.”

“Zeus is Greek. Italian’s Roman—so, Jupiter.”

And that made him laugh outright. “Shut up and relax,” he commanded, with an easy going smile, his attention on my pussy again.

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