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“Hi,” I step beneath the water, letting it cascade over my body while my only focus remains on touching this perfect specimen of man. My fingers trace all the curves and sinews in his chest and abs while our eyes stay locked. “Missed you.”
“Missed you more,” he rumbles, holding my waist in his strong hands. “Here’s what I’m gonna do, wife. I’m gonna wash you up, then I’m gonna make you dirty again.” I chomp my lower lip. “Then I’m gonna send our husband in here to do the same thing. Sound good?”
A whimper breaks through while I nod.
His hand glides down to my ass and he cups it possessively. “I don’t want you leaving this shower until you’re overflowing with both of our cum, do you understand?”
“Yes,” I mewl, grinding myself into him. “I understand.”
“Good,” he murmurs, and then takes my face and pulls me to him for a searing kiss.
It’s not fast or hard, but slow and deep. Warm as hell and devouring, like he’s taking his time because he can. That’s Ben’s signature kiss and it’s deliciously overpowering.
Breaking for a moment, he grabs the soap and lathers it up in his hands. Then he proceeds to run them all over himself, then me, soaping us up good, before smooshing his hard body into mine, kissing me once more.This is the most fun washing ever.He slinks a hand between us, his thumb circling my clit while I purr into his mouth. My legs want to spread, but I’m standing so it’s a little difficult. And yet Ben already has a plan.
He lifts me up without warning, pinning me against the wall of the shower while I wrap my legs around his waist. His warm mouth descends, sucking and nipping on my throat until I’m quivering. Then he positions us so that his erection is sliding over my slit and I moan at the sensation.
“Rub your wet pussy on my cock, baby,” he growls, holding me in place while his mouth moves lower, onto my tits. I’m desperately writhing into him, dragging myself up and down all his inches as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
“Fuck yes,” I gasp, going out of my mind already.
“Sweet mother of God, that’s hot,” Ben rumbles with his mouth all over my tits, tasting and loving it, like the kinky sex god he is.
My fingernails dig into his shoulders as his movements become frantic and he reaches down, grabbing his cock in his fist and pressing it up to my tight entrance. I’m dripping wet already, so he has no issue sliding in. And we both groan in unison while he sinks deeper and deeper.
“You feel like heaven,” his voice shakes as he rests his head in the crook of my neck, thrusting deeper still, until he’s at the hilt. “This warm, tight pussy holding my dick…”
“God, Ben,” I pant, gripping him between my thighs as he starts to move, fucking me against the wall.
“You love this big dick in you, baby?” He hums. And then we hear another groan.
My eyes open to find Ryan watching outside the shower stall, pants down just enough to have his dick in his hand.
Ben lets out a ragged chuckle while I watch Ryan watching me.
“I couldn’t help it.” His eyelids droop. “Ilovewatching you two.”
“I know the feeling,” I gasp, scratching up Ben’s back as he pumps into me, harder and harder.
I’m crazy for the feel of him inside me, especially at this angle, when his pelvis is brushing my clit.
“You want me to come deep inside our beautiful wife?” Ben turns his face just enough to peek at Ryan.
Ryan nods frantically.
Then Ben pulls back, still pinning me against the wall, holding me by my ass with one arm while his other hand goes for my clit. He rubs it softly, yet thorough—a master of petting the pussy, this one—while watching his cock move inside me, stroking my inner walls, pressing on my G-spot.
My head drops back against the wall and I bite my lip to keep the moans in. It barely works.
“Fuck me…” My hands move into his hair to pull it hard. “You fuck me so good, Ben.”
“I love fucking you,” he whispers, claiming my mouth, and that, paired with the sensations he’s giving me below the wait, cause me to erupt.
My orgasm takes over, my body gripping him in contractions as I come hard all over him, crying his name into his mouth.
“That’s it, wife,” his voice is like the deep, seductive purr of a jungle cat. “Ride it out. Come hard for me, baby… Ride this cock.”
I can’t even. His dirty mouth is pure perfection.
