Big Bad Easy by Ursula Whistler

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    “Wait. Let me.”
    She smiled and let her arms relax at her sides. “Be my guest.”
    “Remember, it’s all about your pleasure tonight. You come first.” He lifted her top over her head and bent to take a nipple into his mouth. She gasped. It tightened in his mouth, and the taste of her sweat spread across his tongue as he licked it. He palmed her other breast and kneaded as he tugged at her nipple with his teeth.
    “I thought you were going to get me clean.”
    “Have to see just how dirty you are.”
    “Take off my shorts and you’ll see.”
    He wasted no time in doing that. He tugged them all the way down to her ankles. A grin covered his face as a thatch of dark blonde hair greeted him. He bent forward to bury his face in her fragrant pussy, but she backed away from him into the shower.
    She wagged a finger at him as water rushed over her shoulders and dripped from her upturned nipples. “I want the full experience. No quickies. No running away.” She held a bottle of body wash out to him.
    His shirt hit the floor, and his shorts got caught on his full-masted cock as he pushed them down his hips. In two steps, he was beside her, taking the bottle from her hand. “No running away.” With a squeeze, he dribbled soap onto her breasts. She closed her eyes when he rubbed the liquid into a lather.
    Oh, yes. Finally. Zara sighed with relief as Jameson’s big hands massaged her breasts. The roughness of his palms and the slickness of the soap mingled along her skin, bringing shocks of pleasure through her chest. A pinch of her nipple let loose a gush of fluid from her pussy. His fingers seemed to be everywhere, kneading her tender breasts, lifting them upward, tugging on her nipples. She moaned. He growled and pulled her to him.
    Water sprayed on them from above as his soapy hands dipped down her back to massage her ass. When she didn’t think her pussy could be any wetter, he slid a finger between her globes and pulsed it over her tight rear opening. She gulped and grabbed his back. If he kept doing that she’d come just like this. She nearly begged for him to plunge his finger into her ass, but he moved his hand. With firm hands, he turned her so that her back pressed against his chest instead of her breasts. Letting him take the lead, she relaxed, waiting for his next move.
    His hands, slicked with soap, reached around and slid down her front again. He caressed her breasts for a brief moment. She sighed and arched her back to reach behind her. She wanted to feel his cock against her ass. When she pulled his hips forward, he grunted and settled his cock into her cleft. She couldn’t believe that she wanted him to fuck her ass, but she did. It hadn’t ever been her thing. She’d let Jameson do anything to her.
    The tip of his cock brushed past her tight opening. She pushed her hips backward in a silent beg. His hands left her breasts to squeeze his cock between the globes of her ass, not into her tight hole. She loved the sensation, but the need to have his cock in her dominated her thoughts.
    She breathed loudly more than she spoke the words. “In my bag, I have condoms.” How she longed for him to push into her waiting depths, to feel the stretching, the friction. She didn’t care about an orgasm. She wanted his cock in her ass.
    He kissed and nipped at her neck as he pulsed his cock between her ass cheeks. “Maybe later, love. I want to hear you come first.”
    “Keep doing that,” she shifted her hips, searching for the tip of his cock, “and I’ll come with you inside me.”
    He took her hips in his hands and adjusted her so that his cock tickled the globes of her ass. The sweet torture made her mouth water as the pulsating water glided over her. Soap bubbles pooled at her feet.
    With a chuckle, he held her under the water. “You have to wait. The directions say to wash, rinse, repeat.”
    “You can rinse.” She pulled from his grasp and twisted. She grabbed his cock and narrowed her