A vicious laugh lifts from the depths of his steel-cut abdomen. “A funny lass, ye are, aye?”
“Mhmm. How will you punish me for acting like a polite, civilized woman?” My voice lowers, breathing going shallow while I watch Brody come near me. I concentrate on his taut, gilded skin. His muscles ripple with his every movement, and there’s his hard junk. I could hang an umbrella from his giganotosaurus cock.
He clasps my throat in one hand, and the kiss he drops on my mouth is an unexpected delight. “Still the best day of yer life, aye?”
I scoff. “You went from wanting to share my first experience at a—”
“Our first.” His other hand grasps the string of my thong, tugging it up into my juices. “How would I look ever coming to a place like this?”
“Humph. You wear the hell out of those slippers.” I gesture to his feet. Out of all the fears known to man, I found the guy who’s afraid of athlete’s foot on his giant hooves.
“Och, I’m about to wear the hell outta ye.” Brody saunters across the room to the luxurious bathtub. I watch him sniff different bottles then proceed to pour an excessive amount into the water.
“Hey,” I screech, “picking those bath oils should be a mutual decision.”
Brody tosses the other one in my direction.
I catch it, open it and inhale. “This smell, this is heaven in a bottle.”
“Aye, I guess.”
I walk over. While Brody is still pouring, I take a whiff of the other, discarded choice. “Okay, not as good. Now, hand over the one they should charge your ass for.”
“It’s not sudsy.”
“It’s oil, not Elmo’s bath time bubbles. Hand it over.” I snip each word.
Brody presses the almost empty container into my awaiting hand. I take a sniff, close my eyes, and groan.
“Wow, I called the other one heaven in a bottle. I take that back. This is everything,” I mutter, begrudgingly removing my last piece of clothing. My thong drops to the ground.
“Follow my lead. I’ll not steer ye wrong.” He gestures to my hand.
I pause a couple of beats. It’s becoming exceedingly clear. I can’t predict Brody’s next move—never. He exceeds my expectations.
Please don’t break my heart.My demeanor says it all. Brody takes my hand, guiding me into the tub. The heat of the water unwinds the last fragment of tension in my body.
Brody moans, “Ye’re so soft.”
“Yeah, very soft.” My attention falls to my breasts and the soft pudge of tummy below it.
“My kinda soft.” His hands slam down on my ass with a thwack. He massages the area with more finesse than the previous gentleman. Brody rolls one of my breasts in his palm. “From the top of yer pretty heid to all those gorgeous brown curves.” His hand trails down my belly, kindling a familiar torturous ache. “To yer toes. All perfect, all mine, Justice.”
“Mmmm,” I crave more. All of him.
He lifts me with ease, holding his dick at the apex of my sex.
“Tell me, lass, was yer gorgeous, round arse made for me, aye?”
“Yesss.”
“Nae. Say ‘aye,’ say ‘aye, Brody. My body is yers.’ This fat pussy is everything I need. My fecking temptation. Say it to me, lass, now.”
I repeat his words, yearning so bad it hurts to think straight. The bastard is getting off on the delirious whirling of my mind.
His grin is smooth. He slides me slowly down onto him, torturously slow. A thrill of pleasure rushes through my body.
“Yesss,” I give a feverous moan. I call his name, each syllable extended, echoing in my eardrums. The power behind it meant to shatter glass. Time stops.