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“Are you showering too?” I ask breathlessly. He smells like outside and sandalwood mixed with a little cedar. It’s delicious. I swear I meant to say something about using all the hot water but he’s messing with my head.

“Yeah, babe.” He steps back and strips. My mouth is hanging wide open as I take him in. Then I see his fully erect, monster cock. It’s incredibly girthy and I can’t help imagining it filling every hole I have.

“You see something you want, little Pixie?” All I can do is nod. “You’ll get it all, just not here.” Again, I nod, swallowing thickly. “Fuck this,” he says backing me to the counter. Then his lips are on my mine. Oh, God. It’s heavenly. His long, neatly kept, red beard tickles the tops of my boobs, but it only turns me on more. That and his cock is digging into my belly. Oh my God. I need him more than I’ve ever needed anything. I drop my towel and search for purchase on his muscled shoulders. Moaning, he deepens the kiss. My hair is dripping down my arms and my pussy is dripping down my thighs. Every nerve in me is firing at once. Just as suddenly as he starts, he stops. “We’ll continue this later,” he decrees, and I nod. He grips my chin forcing me to look up at him. “You will get to come, Pixie. I guarantee it.”

“Okay,” I say turning away from him. I grab the brush when he gets into the shower and try to brush it out but it’s no use. Frustrated, I give up and pull his discarded tee-shirt on. I sit on the toilet and pull my knees up to rest my chin on it.

“Why did they send you to rescue me?” I ask suddenly.

“Why? You got a complaint?” he asks poking his head out of the shower.

“Oh, God, no,” I say. “I was just wondering.”

“They sent me because I speak Russian and I’ve been on missions there. I know the terrain. I was the logical choice.”

“So, you being the one to find me is a coincidence?” I ask hesitantly. I know for a fact that I wouldn’t feel this way about another man. It’s him.

“Not at all, baby. Just because I was the logical choice doesn’t mean I was the only choice. I asked for the assignment. One look at your file and I just knew it had to be me,” he says ducking back into the shower. Holy shit. That does something to me. A few seconds later, the water shuts off and he steps out. I grab him a towel and wait while he dries off. I still don’t want to be away from him. “You look good in my shirt, Pix. But I think it will look even better on the floor.”

“You are probably right. Can we stop at a salon tomorrow? My brother will pay for it.”

“I handle your expenses now,” he growls causing me to shiver. “What do you need a salon for?”

“I think I have to cut my hair off. I can’t brush it. It’s beyond tangled.” The thought of cutting my hair makes me sad, but it’s just hair. It’ll grow back.

“Come,” he says grabbing the brush from the counter. He takes my hand and leads me to the bed. It never occurs to me that I should say no. It’s a natural instinct. He sits, his back against the headboard. He pulls me down into his lap facing away from him. I can feel his cock digging into my back. Slowly and gently, he begins to brush out my tangles. I don’t even want to know why he’s so good at this. Twenty minutes later, he tosses the brush aside and moves my dry tangle-free hair to one side. He kisses my neck, his hands pulling the shirt up to my waist. I turn my head slightly so I can kiss him. His fingers find my clit. The bundle of nerves shoots off and I swear I’m flying. I lean further back into him. Suddenly, he’s flat on his back and I’m on top of him. His tongue finds my pussy causing me to gasp and moan. His cock is staring me in the face. I have never seen one up close, but I have seen some movies, so I think I know what to do. His precum is leaking out and I snake my tongue out to taste it. Oh shit. It’s going to be my drug. I can’t get more than half down my throat, but he’s groaning so I must be doing something right. He introduces a thick digit to my pussy hole and I almost jump off of him. He stops just short of my virginity and the combination of his tongue and finger is too much. I come screaming his name with my mouth full of his cock. Seconds later, he comes filling my mouth. I swallow every last drop. When I can move again, I climb off of him. He kisses me again.


Tags: M.K. Moore, ChaShiree M Erotic