Chapter 89
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“You’re not clean yet,” she said, soaping up her hands. I scowled, confused, and in the next
instance she had gripped my cock behind her in her small hand. A groan escaped my throat.
I’d been jacking off more often lately than I cared to admit. Watching Briar train in her barely
there workout outfits had been taxing but as many times as I’d imagine what her hands would
feel like on my cock; this was so much better.
“Is this ok?” she asked, hesitating.
“Whatever your planning, don’t stop,” I growled in her ear. Goosebumps pebbled over her
flesh as I slid my hands from her hips and down, my finger tips teasing the inside of her
thighs as they itched to touch her, but I was afraid to cross a boundary. She wasn’t drunk
today, and I wasn’t ignorant of the fact she would very well deny me. Her hand began moving
slowly. Goddess, if her hand felt this good how good would her pussy feel?
I kissed up her neck and slid one hand up to her breast, I paused waiting for her to object,
instead she arched her back, which put her breast further into my hand; invitation accepted. I
caressed her breast in my hand, my other hand returning to her hip, as I prayed silently that
she wouldn’t stop. My blood went hot as her confidence gained and her hand moved along my
shaft lubricated by the cascading water pouring over us. She moaned as I paid special
attention to her nipple, it hardened under the attention as I kissed along her jaw with ragged
breaths. Her other hand slid back and down cupping my heavy balls in her palm, and I growled
in her ear. I couldn’t help it, and there was no checking myself in that way in this situation.
She had heard it before and never commented.
“I want to touch you,” it was meant to be a question, but it came out like a plea from a
wounded animal.
She let out a breath, I felt her back shiver against my chest. “Then touch me,” she offered, and
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