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“Oh, yeah.” She smirks. “I didn’t really have time to tell you between the deep conversation we were having last night and the deep conversation you were having with my pussy in your truck. And again, just now. I guess I forgot to tell you.” Her vexatious admission comes out sarcastic, and it irritates me even more because she knows what she’s doing.
Really, I shouldn’t be irritated. But the mention of her being gone for any period of time for whatever reason settles sickly in my stomach. Weird, trust me. But I really do like this girl, and I meant it when I told her I wanted her in my bed every night from here on out.
“Spit it out, Dakota.” I threaten, but meaning no harm in my words, only with my cock, as I thrust my aching erection, still strained in my pants, against her wet folds.
She lets out a little whimper before finally telling me what she’s talking about.
“Well, my best friend Sterling is getting married, and as you may know, I’m her Maid of Honor. They made a last-minute arrangement for me to fly out to Colorado for dress fitting.” She pushes my hair back out of my face so that she can see me better, but the hunger and frustration I feel just clouds my vision, probably creating a fog in my dark irises.
“Okay, that’s not so bad. How long are you going to be gone for?” I question, still rubbing my dick into her pussy, the friction of the fabric creates a buzz that I can’t seem to let go of right now.
“Just one night,” she whispers. Her eyelids get heavy with greed.
“Okay. When do you leave?” She opens her half-lidded eyes and peers over my shoulder to the alarm clock on my nightstand.
“In three hours.” She smiles at me.
“Fuck, Dakota! Three hours?” I get up from my position, leaving her cold on the bed.
She’s laughing at me and try as I might, I can’t help but want to hold her hostage here. Never let her go.
“Three hours and you’re just telling me now?”
“Like I said, I couldn’t find the time.” She shrugs a flirtatious shrug. She’s still bare from her waist down, my large t-shirt covers up most of her upper half.
“You really know how to piss me off, don’t you?” I give her a look of hunger and irritation. Her fucking attitude turns me on as she jokes with me, feeding me sarcasm that she knows I can’t stand.
Though there’s an age difference, it has never affected my attraction to her because I know her attitude isn’t a sign of immaturity, I know it’s who she is, and I know she knows that I find it sexy as hell.
Almost like getting me mad makes her pussy wet, just as her snarking back at me gets me fucking hard.
“I’m sorry, old man. Did I upset you?” She pouts her bottom lip at me and gives me an almost apologetic look, but she tries her hardest to hold back her laughter and I fucking lose it.
“Off the bed, now!” I demand, and I can tell my aggression heats her with excitement, remembering back to that first night when she begged me to control her. “I want you in the fucking shower.”
She scrambles to her feet and I follow her into my bathroom.
She stands against the sink while I open up the glass door to the shower and start the water. The steam comes almost instantaneously and I look behind me to see her chewing on her bottom lip, her thighs clenched tight in anticipation.
I approach her with calculated steps and when I get so close I can hear her heartbeat, I start stripping myself of my clothes before I lean in to press a kiss to the side of her neck and then pull her by the wrist into the shower.
“My shirt!” she declares as the water sprays over her body, soaking the fabric and giving me a very visible peek of everything she’s hiding underneath.
I see her dark nipples harden and the perfection of the view in front of me sends heat spiraling in my balls.
“Myshirt,” I counter and I join her in the heated downpour of the water pressure.
As much as I want to fuck her, I opt to clean her instead.
I pull her body against mine after peeling off the wet shirt from her body and throwing it over the threshold of the shower, hearing the wet plop of the item landing on the floor.
I lather my new loofah with my eucalyptus body wash. Since her back is flush against my chest, I reach in front of her and start my perusal of her body from her neck and work my way down.
She writhes delicately against me, being mindful of my ankle—still not fully healed but manageable—as I spread soapy suds all over her body. I gently move the loofah over her chest, motioning circles around her nipples. I coax a moan out of her as I simultaneously suck on her neck in a delicate manner.
She reaches up to my hands and helps me down to her nether lips. Her ass backs into me naturally when the friction of the loofah clashes with her need and my dick weeps in agony. I need to be inside her.
I don’t tease her for too long, just enough to keep her wanting more once I’ve got her out of the shower. So I move on to shampooing her hair and then spread soap across her back, which she relaxes to.
