Trapping Sophia (Disciples 6)

I look down at my dick, the fucker is so fucking hard now it’s trying to point straight up, before I growl and look back into her eyes. “Depends on how much of a pussy they are.”

When the water shifts from freezing to steaming hot, she shuffles closer to me. Trying to get some of the water cascading down my body.

I grin as she moans and rubs up against me. “Oh god, that feels so good.”

“It’s preset to this temperature,” I say and wrap my arms around her, pulling her into my chest.

Looking up into my eyes, she says, “Your shower is magical.”

Grinning down at her, I say, “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

She blinks at me. “Huh?”

I reach around her and press another button.

Warm water sprays out of the wall jets surrounding us, hitting her back and legs.

Her gasp of delight is long and fucking sexy as hell.

So sexy my cock twitches and I feel precum leaking out.

Forcing myself to pull away from her, I lean toward the soap ledge and grab a bottle of shampoo. It’s probably not the type she uses but it’ll work for now. Squirting a large dab into my hands, I turn her back around and dig my fingers into her scalp.

Massaging the shampoo deep into her roots.

“Mmm, that feels good,” she groans.

By the time I pull my fingers back out, they’re fucking shaking with the desire to grab her hair and use it to force her lips against mine.

She’s fucking driving me insane just standing in front of me, wet and bare to the world.

Screaming fuck over and over in my head, I take a moment to let out a slow breath.

Take care of Sophia.

Take care of your wife.

She comes before your fucking needs.

Unless those needs match yours.

Unless…

A grin slowly slides across my mouth. She’ll need exactly what I want soon enough. I wasn’t lying when I said I know her. I know what her body needs, whether she wants to believe it or not.

Moving her back into the waterfall, I quickly rinse her hair. I know I should be moving slower and with more care, but I can’t fucking help it.

Holding myself back and being gentle is killing me.

The way my balls are aching, the way my cock is throbbing with need, I’m going to have to be very careful I don’t hurt her.

When I grab the bottle of conditioner, she turns her head and tries to read the name.

“Don’t worry, baby,” I say as I squirt conditioner into my palm. “This shit is the good kind. Better than that stuff you use.”

Rolling her eyes, she shakes her head at me. “You sound like a pretentious snob…”

Keep the insults up, brat, I think to myself. You’ll be begging for forgiveness soon enough.

Pushing the conditioner into her scalp, I slick it down to the tips and leave it to sit.

Body wash comes next, and I fucking die every second my hands rub across her shoulders and down the smooth skin of her back.

I force myself to stop just above her juicy ass cheeks because I can’t do those yet. Anything below the waist is a fucking no-go zone until that conditioner is rinsed out.

Her fucking tits though…

Shit, shit, shit.

I want to slam my forehead into the stone wall until I fucking see stars.

Seeing to her needs has become the Devil’s fucking torture. I should have fucked her first and cleaned her up after…

Rubbing in slow, round motions, I give her the most thorough breast examination I’ve ever given. Trying to convince myself I’m just checking for lumps and shit, and not purposely kneading and squeezing them because it fucking feels good.

So good I want to shoot my cum all over the wall.

We’re both breathing hard by the time I’m done with her tits, but I still have to do her legs and feet.

How the fuck do I do her legs and feet?

One breath at a time.

Shaking my head, I stop myself from squatting down. I can rinse the conditioner out now. It’s a little early… but fuck it.

Pushing her head under the water, I’m close to drowning her as I try to rinse the conditioner quickly out of her hair. I’m not even sure it’s completely rinsed out when I finally give into the need to fucking finish this shit.

Squatting down to the floor, I start washing up and down her legs, my eyes glued to her smooth pussy lips.

Dammit… they’re so smooth, so fucking perfect, they beckon me like death’s hand.

Turning her around after I’ve scrubbed her front thoroughly, I do her ass with the same care and attention I gave to her tits and pussy.

Unable to stop myself, I lean forward until my teeth are a scant breath away from biting down hard on her cheek.

I can practically taste the flesh there, I want it so bad. I want to bite down hard enough to break her porcelain skin.