Page 74 of Of Pucking Course

She grips my forearms, her fingers digging into my muscles.

“Is that hitting the rightspot, beautiful?”

She nods. Her eyes roll back, and she starts to wobble. With my free hand, I grip her waist and walk her back so her back is against the shower wall.

I run my mouth along the side of her neck, dusting her soft skin with licks and kisses.

She shivers underneath my touch. Not even a minute passes before her legs start to shake.

“Oh my god, Sam,” she babbles.

“None of your exes thought to use a detachable showerhead on you?”

She shakes her head. “Never.”

“Fucking idiots,” I mutter against the base of her pretty, delicate neck.

My hand on her waist moves up and plays with her nipple between my fingers. I savor her sweet sounds the more I tease her. She’s moaning and panting and whimpering.

The whole time, I keep the shower head aimed at her clit. Her noises get louder and more desperate by the second.

She aims those beautiful, big brown eyes at me. “I’m gonna come…”

A second later, her head falls back as she lets out the hottest scream while digging her nails into my biceps. I groan at the burn in my skin. Her voice bounces against the stone walls of the shower. It’s so fucking hot how hard she comes.

She starts to come down, but I keep holding the shower head between her legs. She grips her hands around my wrists, her legs shaky.

Her eyelids flutter. “Oh my god, no way…” she says before another orgasm hits her. She screams and whimpers as she writhes between me and the wall.

She’s even louder this time. I swallow, my cock as hard as titanium as I watch Dakota fall apart.

When she starts to come down, I pull the showerhead away and mount it back on the wall. Eyes closed, her mouth curves up in a lazy smile.

A second later, she opens her eyes and looks at me. “I guess I can have multiple orgasms in the shower, too.”

I grin. “You absolutely can.” I kiss her. “I’m so proud of you.”

She giggles against my mouth, then reaches down and grips my erection in her hand.

I groan. Her fingers are so soft and warm.

She jerks me slowly while kissing me.

Heat simmers around the base of my cock and balls. “Fuck, Dakota.” I press my head against the shower wall and swallow hard. “I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that.”

She bites her lip, smiling. “Good.”

She pumps my cock faster in one hand while working my balls in the other. My head falls back, and a rough sound rips from my throat.

She leans up to kiss me, swooping that soft, sweet tongue in my mouth.

Pleasure builds in my lower abdomen, seeping all the way up my chest. All the muscles in my body are tense, and my skin is fiery as release barrels toward me.

My knees lock the second it starts to happen.

I break the kiss. “Shit, I’m coming…”

Dakota doesn’t stop. She works those silky hands around my cock and balls faster and faster. A second later, I break. Heat and pleasure collide, and I spill into her hands. I let out a rough, desperate sound that ricochets against the shower walls.

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