Just For You, Sir (Doms of Decadence 1)

“Much as I long to have you touch me, and believe me I truly appreciate the thought, I think I would come in about two seconds and when I come, I intend to be inside you.”

“There’s always round two.”

His gaze lit up, the skin around his eyes crinkling as he grinned. “Oh yes, you can bet on that. However, I’m not as young as I used to be and this doesn’t bounce back as quickly as it once did.” He gestured at his erection.

“I find that hard to believe. All you have to do is issue a command and it wouldn’t dare remain limp.”

Derrick chuckled then drew her against him, flinging away the towel.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” he murmured.

“Even here?” she replied, slipping her hand between them to wrap around his hard cock.

Derrick groaned. Taking a step back, he turned her. “Into the shower with you,” he growled.

Jacey stepped into the enormous shower, adjusting the spray to her liking.

Derrick moved in behind her, now completely naked. Jacey turned, taking him in. He had a body that simply would not quit. Wide shoulders, muscular chest, a firm six-pack and then there was his cock.

Firm, long, thick.

She hadn’t had a lot of experience with men, but Stephan certainly couldn’t live up to Derrick in more ways than one.

“Like what you see, beautiful?” he asked, reaching over her to grab some body wash.

Speechless, she nodded.

Derrick chuckled as he squirted some body wash onto his hand. Lathering it up, he rubbed it over her shoulders and down each arm.

“I can wash myself,” she told him.

“I guessed that, seeing as you don’t smell,” he teased. “But I want to wash you right now. Are you really going to deny me?”

He paused, looking down at her. It would take a stronger woman than her to deny him anything. Jacey shook her head and he continued to soap her neck down to her breasts. Swirling the suds around them, he took great care to wash every inch, particularly her nipples which he massaged, lightly pinching until Jacey was swaying in pleasure, barely able to breathe.

Cupping them, he ran his thumbs over her nipples while staring down at her.

“Your breasts are very sensitive.”

She nodded, even though it wasn’t a question. “They’re too small,” she said.

“Too small? I think not. They’re perfect.”

Derrick moved his hands down her stomach. She only had the slightest pouch there, nothing too noticeable, but she still tensed slightly as Derrick knelt and placed a kiss on her stomach. But he never said anything, just continued to wash her, parting her legs so he could clean her intimately.

Jacey blushed, her whole face on fire as he washed her very thoroughly.

When he finally stood, she felt as though she would explode at any moment, who knew a shower could be such a turn on?

As he finished, she reached for the body wash, squirting some onto the palm of her hand.

“My turn.”

Derrick bit back his smile at Jacey’s determined look. Opening out his arms, he spread himself wide.

“Do your worst, beautiful.”

Oh hell, those were famous last words, he thought minutes later. Had he known she was hell bent on torturing him, he wouldn’t have been so flippant. Her tiny hands moved over every inch of him, washing his arms, his chest, his nipples. Then she knelt at his feet, her face inches from his hard dick and he found himself praying that he wouldn’t come right then and there.