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Deep breath in, deep breath out. I can do this. Okay, taking a shower in front of Vincent sounded like a good idea. At least until she realized she was already half naked and had to climb from the bed and walk to the bathroom with him watching. Biting her lip, she felt blood rush to her cheeks as she looked down at their near naked bodies. Taking a deep breath she pulled at the blanket covering them, intending to use it for cover as she walked the few feet to the bathroom. Her movement was stopped when his hand grabbed the blanket.

“Paige, sweets, I already told you I thought you were beautiful and I’ve already seen you nearly naked twice now. How do you think you ended up dressed in only a bra and panties?”

“Magic?” Because the thought of you seeing me naked, without being able to suck in this gut, is unbearable.

“No. I peeled that delectable dress, which I love by the way, off of your body inch-by-agonizing-inch. Somehow I managed not to ravage you, but if you don’t get that hot ass into the shower, I won’t make any promises.”

His hand had been sliding down her hip as he talked and she bit her lip when he stroked her ass through the blanket. This man knew her body all too well already.

Paige loved to have her ass stroked, squeezed, and fucked. Okay, she’d only had it fucked once in her entire life, but that one time was amazing. Vincent was going to be fucking her with the goal of getting her pregnant, but would he take a small detour now and again and give her ass a little loving? He seemed to be as fond of touching her ass as she was. His hand petted and stroked as he eased her hips forward until their hips aligned. Vincent’s erection pressed against the apex of her thighs. Closing her eyes she forced herself to stay quiet, but couldn’t hold back her yelp of surprise when he brought his hand down hard and smacked her ass.

“Hey!”

“Hey yourself. You feel what you’re doing to me, so get this ass of yours in the shower or we’ll start and finish right here. I’m holding on by a thread, sweets.”

Grumbling and rubbing her abused butt cheek, Paige rolled out of bed and stomped into the bathroom, Vincent hot on her heels. Reaching into the shower, she turned on the water. Keeping her back to him, she reached for the clasp of her bra. He wouldn’t have it though. His hands replaced hers and he made short work of undoing the clasp. Large hands came to her shoulders and slid the straps down her arms before returning to cup her breasts. She leaned back into his body for support as his hands lifted the full weight of her breasts.

She didn’t understand his fascination with them, but the twins definitely appreciated the attention. At her age the girls pointed a little farther south than she would like, but she loved how big they were.

As a 38DD they seemed to fit perfectly in the palms of his large hands. When his fingertips found her nipples and he pinched then twisted them, she arched into his touch. No man had ever given such care to her breasts. Most men, okay, the few men she had been with, were more interested in gaining their own release than working towards hers.

When his hands drifted lower, to the waist of her panties, she whimpered aloud. Vincent’s thumbs hooked the waistband of her thong while his fingertips played across the mound of her pussy, playfully pressing in and teasing her aching lips. He finally pulled down her thong revealing her fully.

With a pat on her left cheek, he urged her towards the shower. “Step into the shower, sweets.”

Wait, things were getting good here, get back to petting my pussy! No, I made an agreement with him and I told him I wanted to wait, so I need to take care of it my damn self in the shower. Maybe he’ll do it too and I can watch. Running with that idea she turned in his arms. He was still kneeling from removing her thong, which left his face at breast level. She smiled wickedly when he licked his lips as he eyed her breasts. Cupping them in her own small hands she waited for his attention to rise to her eyes. She was going to be so very wicked. Licking her lips she took a deep breath and told him her plan in a whisper soft voice.

“You got me hot. I’m going to love myself for you while I shower. Will you return the favor?”

Paige felt like a damn teenager, but what else could she say? ‘Jack-off for me?’ Yeah, that was real romantic. She bit her lip and waited for his answer.

“I’d rather I was buried deep inside this pretty kitten of yours, but I’ll make do with watching you for now.”

God, him calling her pussy ‘kitten’ had her feeling the need to purr. Smiling, she turned from him and stepped into the warm shower before she lost her nerve. Paige moved under the spray. She closed her eyes as the water rushed over her, and took a moment to try and calm her nerves. Sudsing her hands with soap, she rubbed and caressed her entire body with her back turned to him. Letting her fingers dance across her hardened nipples as the warm water relaxed her body. Stealing a peek over her shoulder she saw that Vincent had moved her vanity chair into the bathroom and placed it directly in front of the shower door. Talk about a front row seat! What she was most interested in though lay, or rather stood, between his out stretched legs.

His cock stood erect in his hand. It looked to be eight inches of hard Greek-God-goodness and it was all for her. He was circumcised, and his mushroom shaped head beckoned for her to get on her knees for a taste. She was mesmerized as he stroked his staff from root to tip, pausing long enough to gather the tiny bit of pre-cum and use it for lube as he continued his strokes. The sight of him pleasuring himself for her made her ache to her core and she wished she could throw open the shower door and ride him to completion.

Paige took comfort in his arousal, knowing he was just as turned on as she was. She let her hand drift and stroke its way down her body to just above her bare mounds. Tweaking her nipple with her other hand she let one finger slip between her folds and tap her aching clit. She was already so close. It wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge. Widening her stance she realized he’d get the best view, and she’d get better access, if she used the built in seat in the shower. It was actually a small ledge, but she could prop her body against it and give him a real show.

Flashing him another wicked smile she pulled her finger from her clit and licked it clean before stepping back to ease her body down to the ledge. He’d given her a confused look and then one of pure desire at her actions. Vincent was as close to coming as she was. Paige could tell by the way he began roughly stroking and squeezing his cock.

Spreading her legs, her hand snaked down her body and found her clit with practiced ease. Circling her clit with her finger she teased her body with her feather light strokes and quick fleeting touches. She could either come hard and fast or make this experience sweeter by coming hard and slow. Scratching her clit with her fingernail she groaned aloud at the contact. Paige needed to come so badly, her poor pussy was weeping juices down her legs as she toyed with herself. Needing to come, she locked eyes with Vincent as she began stroking her blood-engorged clit in earnest. Circling and pressing the tiny nub, she pushed herself closer and closer to the edge. She was in awe as Vincent seemed to sense her intent. He sped up his strokes to match her motions.

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