Chapter Ten
Garret
We sat in the huge bathtub, Lissa’s back pressed against me, my aching d**k against the c***k of her a*s. Hands full of her breasts, my mouth on her neck, we rocked together, and the need to f**k into her put me on edge.
Water sloshed.
Moans filled the steamed bathroom.
But a p***y unused to being used—twice the day before—required rest. I wanted to be an asshole and just take what I wanted, what my balls needed, but as usual, I set my own desires aside and focused on making Lissa come.
I pinched the hard nubs between my fingers, and she writhed against me. “More.”
“So responsive,” I murmured against the wet skin of her shoulder while sliding my d**k up through her a*s c***k again.
Lissa pressed into my hands, back arched, and I groaned.
I cupped her p***y. “Chr
