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Traeger

T hings have been tense between us this morning. Tarryn woke up in a mood, and I’m guessing it’s because she didn’t get her way last night. I didn’t get mine either, but I still stand by my decision. Though my dick thinks I’m a fucking moron. And he’s probably right.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” I ask, trying to come up with something to occupy the awkward silence that has fallen between us. Yesterday, she was an open book, talking to me for hours, telling me all about her life. How she lost her mom when she was young and what it was like growing up with her dad. She impressed me with everything she’s accomplished and everything she’s striving for. But now, she’s barely said two words.

“No, thank you. Do you mind if I take a bath?”

“Sure, I’ll go run one for you.”

I fill the tub with hot water and bubbles then turn to go get her, but I don’t have to go far. She’s managed to crawl her way to me. One look at her on her hands and knees and I’m flooded with dirty thoughts.

“It’s all set for you. How about you get undressed and wrap this towel around you, then I’ll put you into the tub?”

She stares at the towel in my hand but doesn’t take it. The next thing I know, she’s stripping out of her clothes. I quickly turn away, trying to be a gentleman, but I got a glimpse of her pink bra, and damn was it sexy.

“I’m ready,” she states, sounding almost pissed. I should’ve fucked her so she wouldn’t be so grumpy.

I hold out the towel, covering her front before I scoop her off the ground and place her into the tub. “Keep your foot on the edge,” I grunt. “It needs to stay dry.” I walk to the shower and grab the soap and shampoo. “Here.” I place them on the side of the tub.

“Can you help me wash my back before you leave?”

I should tell her no. My restraint is already at a negative knowing she’s a foot away from me and naked as can be, but in the position she’s in, she’s not going to be able to reach it on her own.

“Lean forward,” I bark, pumping a few squirts of the body wash into my palms. If I were a good man, I’d grab a washcloth, but my decency is fading fast. And as soon as I touch her slick skin, it fades faster. I run my hands over her smooth back, rubbing the soap all around. Top all the way to the bottom, stopping right above her round, tempting backside. My fingertips itching to go lower.

“God, that feels so good,” she practically moans, and I run my thumbs back up her spine into safe territory before I cross a line. I massage across her skin, wanting to remove the tension from her muscles and her tight shoulders. She drops her head back, relaxing into my touch, and I fight not to run my hands down her chest. I’d give anything to slip my soapy fingers over her breasts and give them a thorough cleaning.

“I’ll let you finish up,” I say, grabbing the towel to dry my hands off. I need to get out of this steamy room before I do something I shouldn’t. I may be a good man, but even I have limits on my willpower. “Let me know when you’re done, and I’ll come back in to get you. I’ll leave a robe for you to slip on.”

I go to stand but am stopped by her sweet voice.

“Can you wash the rest of me?”

Is she trying to kill me? The girl is bound and determined to weaken my defenses and get me to succumb to these forbidden desires. She doesn’t know what she’s asking for. One touch…one fucking taste…and I’ll become a fiend. I already feel the madness boiling through my veins and pricking along my sanity. If she keeps begging, I’m going to turn into a bad man.

“Please.”

Her teeth sink down into her lip and I see the seduction burning like white hot flames in her eyes. When her back arches and her little tits appear above the surface of the bubbles, the last of my decency snaps. Her nipples are dusty rose and as tight as can be, begging to be played with. I will never understand how any male could think they’re anything less than perfect.

I reach over and pump my hands full of soap, getting them nice and lathered. She’s already squirming in the tub, creating little waves that are parting the bubbles and giving me glimpses of her pretty little pussy. Her need is in the driver’s seat, and it’s time for me to take the wheel.

I run my hands along her shoulders, massaging the soap into her skin. “I was trying to behave.” I slide my fingers lower, pressing along her collarbone, slowly inching my way down to her pretty little tits. “I was trying to be good and do right by you. But my naughty girl won’t take no for an answer. She wants these big hands touching parts they have no business touching.”

I slide right over her two perky mounds and groan as I pinch her tight little peaks between the tips of my fingers. She bows back on a moan, arching right up into my touch. I knew these little babies would be sensitive. There’s a tidal wave of need ripping right through her, going straight to her swollen cunt. I stare between her spread legs, seeing her little button magnified by the water. It’s already poking out from its hiding place. Begging for some attention of its own.

“You like that, pretty girl?” She nods as I pluck the sensations right from her young body. I should be ashamed of myself, but there isn’t a single part of me that is regretting one moment of this. She’s something special.

“Such a dirty little girl, aren’t you? But not to worry, angel, I’m gonna get you nice and clean.” I rub my soapy thumbs around her pebbled nipples, squeezing each little breast within my grip. She’s whimpering like a cat in heat, her hands clutched on the sides of the tub, her hips rocking under the water as if the waves will give her the friction she needs. I give her peaks another tight pinch, and she cries out on a gasp.

“Traeger.”

“I know,” I groan. “I’m gonna make it feel better.”

I begin my descent, slipping my hand under the water, running along her soft little abdomen. She’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Definitely too perfect for the likes of me.

She bucks against me when I run my fingers between her legs. “Is this it? Is this the spot that needs to be washed?” I rub over her swollen clit, dying to have it between my lips. I’d suck the orgasm right out of her. Drill her with pleasure until her body quakes.

“Traeger.” Her mouth presses against the side of my arm, kissing over my skin as I play with her little button. With every stroke of her tongue, another drop of cum seeps from the end of my dick. I grip the back of her hair and pull her head back, needing her to give me a real kiss.

“Give me those sweet lips, angel.”

I lower my head, and she raises up, kissing me so sweetly I feel it tingle all the way down to my toes. There’s something so innocent and angelic about this girl. I draw her tongue into my mouth and suck on it. She’s squirming against my hand, her little body writhing in her need. I rub my fingers through her folds and press against her entrance. Sliding in ever so slowly. Her hips thrust forward and she sucks me into her tight heat, and I’m about to lose my sanity. Never felt anything so fucking good.

“This little cunt needs to give me what I want,” I pant against her lips, pumping in and out faster. “You need to be a good girl for me and come, angel.”

My command has her bucking up, her clit grinding against my palm as she works to find her release. Her inner walls start to contract around my fingers and my cock pulses between my legs, imagining her clenching around my shaft. I squeeze her nipple as she rides through the storm. Her sweet sounds echoing throughout the room.

“All clean,” I whisper against her cheek as she struggles to catch her breath. Her eyes flutter open and there’s something in the look she’s giving me that has my pulse racing. She’s looking at me like I’m a king. Like I’m a martyr. But a decent man wouldn’t have touched a girl nearly half his age.

“I like my bath-time.” She smirks, and I shake my head on a chuckle.

“Yeah, well, it’s time to get you out before you turn into a prune.”

I reach in and scoop her giggling ass up. After all these years of silence, living with the anger, I’m smiling again. This little ray of sunshine has barged into my life and parted the dark clouds. She was wrong. I don’t need sex to make me less grumpy, I just need her.