Page 53 of Property of Tacoma

“I’ve never seen anything as perfect as you,” he says, his lips close to my ear as his hands slide around to cup my breasts.

I lean back against his chest, a soft moan escaping me as his thumbs brush over my nipples. “That feels so good.”

His hands continue their journey downward, over my stomach, across my hips, between my thighs. I spread my legs slightly, inviting his touch.

“You want me again?” he asks, his voice rough with need.

“Yes,” I breathe, turning in his arms to face him.

I reach for the soap, taking my turn to explore him.

His body is a masterpiece—broad shoulders, tattooed chest, sculpted abs. I trace the lines of his tattoos with soapy fingers, learning the stories inked into his skin.

When my hand wraps around his cock, he groans, his head falling back against the shower wall.

“Fuck, Angel.” His hands grip my hips.

I stroke him slowly, loving the power I have in this moment. His eyes are half-closed, his breathing ragged.

Unable to resist, I drop to my knees on the shower floor. I look up at him through my lashes, meeting his blazing gaze as I take him into my mouth.

“Christ,” he growls, his hand immediately tangling in my wet hair.

He doesn’t let me set the pace. Instead, he grips my hair tightly, controlling my movements as he guides my mouth on his cock.

The dominance sends a thrill through me, and I moan around him, the vibration making him curse.

My hand finds his balls, rolling them gently in my palm.

His hips jerk, pushing him deeper into my throat.

Suddenly, he pulls me off him, his chest heaving. “Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.”

I do as he commands, and he strokes himself rapidly, his jaw clenched. With a guttural groan, he comes, hot spurts landing on my tongue and lips.

I swallow every drop, then lick him clean, amazed to find he’s still hard.

“Get up.” He helps me to my feet and spins me around to face the shower wall. “Hands on the wall,” he orders, kicking my feet apart.

I plant my palms against the wet tile, my heart racing with anticipation. He moves my hair off my shoulder and kisses the spot he bit earlier, making me moan.

“I need to be inside you,” he says, his voice strained with need.

“Yes,” I whimper, arching my back to push my ass against him. “God, I need that too.”

He notches his cock at my entrance and pushes in slowly, filling me completely. The new angle is exquisite, hitting spots that make my vision blur.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he growls, setting a punishing pace. “So tight around me.”

His hand comes down hard on my ass, the sting making me cry out in surprise and pleasure.

“You like that, baby?” he asks, spanking the other cheek.

“Yes!” I gasp, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “More, please!”

He obliges, alternating between hard thrusts and sharp slaps to my ass. The dual sensations are overwhelming, pleasure and pain blurring together until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

“I’m going to come,” I warn, feeling the pressure building inside me like a volcano.