Page 67 of Violent Little Thing

What red-blooded woman, who preferred dick, would look away if she was treated to a sight like this one?

Then the man turned on the shower, and I was forced to watch as he showered, water sluicing down the length of his body. His hair was thick and now plastered to his skull as he practically tried to drown himself.

Or scald himself.

But despite him cranking it up all the way—I could see the steam billowing out of the top of the shower—the glass didn’t fog.

Giving me a perfect view of when he turned around and…

“Holy shit,” I breathed as I sat up, unable to stop myself.

The back was divine.

The front…

My movement caught his attention, and he glanced up, stopping his hand about an inch away from his cock.

He wasn’t hard.

Flaccid, he still had the most impressive penis I’d ever seen.

Maybe that was the Greek in him…

My hand rose, and I made a “continue” motion before I could think better of it.

His eyes studied my face, then he started back up again with the soap.

He washed his arms and shoulders, his lower half, then…

His cock.

It was now very hard.

He had veins, and his cock was so big that he pointed more toward the ground than up.

His balls were big and swinging as he picked them up in his hand and cleaned them with the bar of soap. Then his cock followed, and I watched as he pumped it twice before letting it go.

I bit my lip, eyes focused, and felt the shirt slip off of my shoulder.

The shirt was huge on me, and hung low on one shoulder. So low, in fact, that if he got out of the shower and tugged it only slightly, my breast would be exposed.

He turned off the shower, and I sat up straighter.

I wanted this. Him.

But I was too scared to vocalize it. I felt if I made any sudden moves, he would leave and not look back.

The shower door swung open, and I was blessed with the sight of water droplets running down the length of his body.

He reached for a towel on the rack next to the shower and whipped it off the heated towel bar.

Earlier, I’d wrapped it around myself and felt like I was getting a warm hug.

He dried off quickly and efficiently, then made his way toward me.

Nineteen

I’m a handful, but I also can take a mouthful, so it evens out.