Double Daddy Trouble

“So we can have sex?” she asked, realizing how naïve her question sounded.

He nodded. “Yes, we can have all the sex we want. I can take you to bed every day if you want.” His dark stare made her heart thud. “Do you want that? You want me inside you every day?”

“I think so.” She could barely breathe. Tyler was intense in everything he did.

He continued to wash her body with strokes the massaged the bubbles into her skin.

“You’re different than I thought you were.” Brooke’s eyes met his.

He massaged her nipples, bringing them to life under his touch. “How so?”

It was hard to concentrate when he focused on her body like this.

“I thought you were a dick. But you aren’t. You’re sweet. You’re caring. You’re gentle with me.”

His hands locked around her hips. She felt his fingers slide into place.

“Ok, I’ll confess.” His voice was deep and husky.

“Confess what?”

“I am different with you. There’s something about you Brooke that makes me want to stop being a dick. I want to make you happy beyond sex. Beyond what I can give your body.”

He rounded his palm over her bottom, drawing her to his wet body. It was like he was carved from stone. Every line of him, chiseled and sharp. He was a work of art.

She sighed. “What else can you give me, Tyler?”

“Me,” he growled, crushing his lips against hers. He picked her up, pressing her against the shower wall. The lights glowed behind her.

His tongue twirled in her mouth.

“I want to drown in you,” he moaned.

She held on to him with all her strength wrapping a leg around him. He hiked her other leg to his hip. She moaned when his cock paused at her entrance. She wanted it. She wanted to feel him inside her again. She wanted this moment with him.

“Drown in me,” she begged. “We can drown together.”

“I’ve never done this, Brooke. Fallen for a woman like this.”

Her eyes locked on his. “It’s ok.” If he didn’t take her she was afraid her heart would beat out of her chest. “I’ve never done this either. But I want you. I want Lee. I want this thing we have together.”

His cock nudged enough to nestle inside her pussy.

She hissed. “Please, Tyler. Please. Drown. Go under with me.”

“I don’t do this.” She heard the anguish in his voice.

She looked in his eyes. She traced the side of his face. “Do this with me,” she whispered. “I’ve never been so vulnerable. So open for any man. Fuck me like I fuck you,” she begged.

“Oh God, Brooke. I can’t stop myself.”

With one thrust he buried himself inside her. He slammed her into the shower wall, claiming her pussy with certain strokes. He hoisted her hips closer as he moved in and out of her.

The world fell away. She clung to him in the shower, kissing and moaning. She called his name in whispers when she felt her release come to the surface.

“Fuck me, Brooke. Fuck me,” his voice was hoarse.

She gripped his cock with all her strength. She loved it. How he felt. How strong and masculine he was, yet in this moment he was hers. He was vulnerable. He was giving her something he’d never given before. She knew what they had wasn’t defined in any dictionary. They shared more than skin and passion.