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Page 75 of Dark Breaker

Rosa stays inside. She starts soaping her body.

I feel myself getting aroused just watching her.

She glances at my cock lasciviously. “You sure you don’t want to stay? I’m really dirty, and need someone to clean me up.”

My cock is throbbing again. Fuck. I can’t go now.

I growl as I step back into the shower and grab the bar of soap from her. I run it across her naked body, soaping her perky tits, her flat belly, and her oh so sweet pussy. She moans as I pay particular attention to her clit, but then move on to her back. I soap those shoulder blades, and then move down to the small of her back, taking good care of her buttocks before moving on to her legs. I turn off the water then so that the soap remains on her. I want to slip and slide against her.

I lather up her front a bit more and then rest the soap on the holder. I pull her into me. “Time for you to soap me up, too. With your body.”

She slides easily up and down. I lift one leg, resting it on the seat that’s built into the shower wall, and she straddles my lap. She slides back and forth on my muscular thigh. Soaping me up with her pussy.

“So fucking hot,” I tell her.

She grins and rubs her lathered tits so that some of the soap rubs off in her palms, and then grabs my cock. She begins stroking, soaping me up. I flinch—soap is kind of painful on the delicate parts of a cock.

She senses my discomfort and stops, concentrating on lathering up the rest of my body instead. She leans forward, rubbing her breasts and belly against my chest, and running kisses along my jaw. Her lips find my mouth and she holds me in a long kiss while she moves her palms across my chest, then my back. She’s using the opportunity to feel out all my muscle groups. Just turning me the fuck on.

I turn on the shower again and cold momentarily sweep overs us before the heat returns. We rub the soap off each other, and then I sit down on the built-in seat and lift her on top of me.

Rosa lowers her pussy onto my cock and slides all the way down, letting me impale her. She begins rocking up and down enthusiastically. She’s hanging onto my hips, her breasts looking so sexy as they bounce in time to her movements. She leans forward, runs her tongue from the cleft of my chin to my lips, and proceeds to kiss me. Deeply.

I experimentally push my tongue toward her mouth, and she parts her lips, letting me inside. She moans as our tongues touch, and she continues to rock up and down.

I find myself growing impatient. I need release, so I spin around, forcing her to be the one seated, and then ravish her. I keep my lips planted to hers and explore her mouth with my tongue.

“Explode inside me,” she begs. “I want your cum.”

I try to hold back but her words bring me over the edge, and in moments I feel the warm ropes of cum leaving my body. Her cunt clenches around me and she gasps and shudders.

When it’s done I slide out of her, bringing a whole lot of cum with me. I shower off and attempt to leave once more.

She doesn’t call me back this time. I’m almost a little disappointed.

Still, I am satisfied. I can’t deny that.

My dick is feeling a little raw as a I towel off, but I don’t mind, she was worth every moment.

I head straight to the bed and fall into a deep, unworried sleep.

* * *

I wakeup and glance at the digital alarm clock. It’s midnight.

Rosa isn’t in bed with me, and I wonder where she’s gotten off to now. Maybe she’s upstairs on the private rooftop.

But then I hear the soft chords of an electric guitar, the kind of muted sound you’d expect to hear without a speaker.

I get up and pull on some underwear, then make my way to the main hallway. I see Rosa sitting there on the floor, dressed in panties and a tight-fitting pink T-shirt that reveals her midriff. Beside her are the boxes of all her stuff. She’s removed several items—clothing and whatnot. And apparently the electric guitar she now holds.

I lean on the wall next to her and she looks up.

“Hey,” she says.

I smile. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“I’m a bit high-strung, yes,” she tells me. “Feeling creative.”