Chapter 22

After pulling me to my feet, Pete slipped my trembling body under his arm and guided me into the bathroom. Without breaking stride, he flicked on the water, and walked us into the shower.

No sooner had the warm spray begun pounding me than he handed me soap and a washcloth. Those gray pools glinted as he stood in silence—waiting. Although the entire enclosure wobbled and blurred, I reached out to skim my soapy hands over his hard chest. My pulse soared as, still silent, Pete rotated, letting me spread suds over every inch of his frame.

Once I’d slipped to my knees to run long gliding twists along the magnificent beast’s dangling thickness, Pete sighed. Belying his calm appearance, his heartbeat hammered inside that swelling tube. With his fingers dragging through my wet tresses, he pushed them from my face. Spray sluiced off me as I looked up into his twinkling gray pools. In my soapy fists, his enormous flesh hardened with every powerful throb.

“You like it, don’t you, baby girl?”

“Um-hmm,” I replied without taking my gaze from him.

Even though water flooded me, I leaned forward with my mouth opening wider. I wanted—needed—it back inside my body, somewhere. My tongue shoved forward. Its pulsating heat was so close. With a grunt, Pete had to yank hard on my wrists to tug my clutching fingers from the throbbing, hardened shaft. I jolted and closed my lips as he lifted me into the spray.

While he didn’t comment, his eyes said he understood. Because, yes, I’d wandered a fair way towards addiction. It had happened before and perhaps I’d paid for it. But Pete was not angry, controlling Evan. Not even close.

“Your turn, baby girl,” he said while lifting his fingers, dripping with suds.

With time warping, the shower spinning, and fires igniting inside me, I became a squirming, moaning toy beneath his massive swirling hands. At last, I couldn’t take it anymore. With both fists clenching his sleek, water-soaked hard cock, I lifted a leg. With a much louder moan, I shoved forward, forcing him once more into where he belonged.

“Better now, baby girl?” Pete’s quiet chuckle warmed the gyres of pleasure within me. With his hands sweeping my back, he thrust, plunging upwards, filling me again.

“Mm-hmm. Oh, God, y-yes,” slipped from my quivering lips.

With a moan, I leaned forward to clasp his shoulders. As soon as his widespread fingers settled on my butt, I lifted from my feet to wrap my legs around his waist.

Once I’d settled onto Pete, I noticed motion in the bathroom doorway. Bobby, white-streaked and dripping with sweat, staggered onto the tile. With Pete’s hands clenching my ass, I bounced on my magnificent monster. My fleshy beast. My husband’s eyes locked on mine.

As I flew up and down, racing ever faster, Bobby only stared. His palms shook as he wiped cum and sweat along his shaking frame. With a chuckle, Pete smiled at him. His own thin rod proud once more, Bobby stumbled back into the counter.

“Baby girl just can’t get enough cock today, huh, Bobby boy?”

No. No, I couldn’t.

And when the already-tattered universe exploded into colorful, soul-tearing waves again, I chewed along Pete’s hard neck, muffling the screams. And oh, God, did I ever scream. As they echoed, filling the glass enclosure, I was such a happy, exhausted, mind-shattered little fucktoy. Surge after surge pummeled me as Pete held me, letting me fly along my beast, using him. At last, spent, my heaving body clung to Pete until he lowered me. After placing me against the wall, he propped my shaking frame with one outstretched hand.

As he moved around, rinsing himself, his still hard, crimson, and hungry beast quivered. When I extended my shaky fingers for it, he pushed them away.

“That’s enough for now, baby girl.”

For now?

While chewing my lower lip, I inspected Pete. Everything but that shimmering mass of towering masculine muscle disappeared. My knees wobbled. The whole damned universe shook. Over and over, fires sparked inside me.

After flashing me a knowing grin, he gripped my wrist and led me from the shower. Once he’d grabbed towels, he dragged me past Bobby without a word. Still reeking of cum and sweat, my husband also remained silent. After we’d passed, he slipped into the steam-filled enclosure and turned on the water.

As he dragged a towel over my squirming frame, I kept lunging for Pete. My snarling moans said it all. I was primal. A feral animal. Mind focused on only one thing. But he held me from him and then dried himself. Such hunger boiled within me. His gray eyes glimmered. Still swollen, his shaft wavered. Its skin was so taut. Sleek. When a moan slipped from me, and I lurched for it, he shoved me away with a chuckle.

Just then, the shower stopped, and Bobby stepped out to wrap himself in a towel. Time slowed as he stood, his wide eyes switching between us. Me trying to get at Pete, and him holding me at bay. I yelped when he spun and drew me into his arms. As Pete laughed, he raked his fingers through the hair draped over my heaving shoulders.

“Lisa here is an incredibly beautiful woman, Bobby boy.” With Pete’s fingertips dragging along my heaving stomach, tingling jolts shot deep within me. His hard flesh, searing hot and slippery, nudged my lower back as he caressed me. “You are one lucky man.” Pete looked down at me. “Pity I’ve got company tonight, or I’d keep you, baby girl.”

Everything inside me tensed. With him. An entire day. Twenty-four hours. A bazillion mammoth cock-clenching, pussy-stretching minutes. The bathroom wobbled as the tingling jolts plunged deeper and faster.

“Hmm.” After shifting to my husband, Pete grinned while skimming his hands over my ribs. As I arched backwards into him, thrusting my shaking tits into the air, he added. “How about next weekend? Oh, and my plan for her, Bobby boy...” When I ground my butt into him, trapping his hot, pulsating shaft between my cheeks, Pete winked at Bobby. “Well, she won’t be walking right for a few days.”

Even as I tried to decipher his last words, all the air shot from my lungs. With a sigh, he tilted his pelvis away from me, grasped his shaft, and thrust forward. In one long swift motion, he was balls deep inside me. My throbbing beast shoved its already soaked and stretched home apart. While ignoring my husband’s gasp, Pete continued.

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