Page 44 of Sling’s Awakening

I feel like I stepped into a crazy bitch’s house who is about to do some weird ass witchcraft on my dick. The walls that are painted are dark colors, a mixture of grays, greens, and black. The walls that aren’t painted are covered in wallpaper that’s making me wonder if I’m about to have a stroke. The black flowers swirled around in animal print that matches the blanket she had outside is hurting my eyes.

I should have expected this. Blake doesn’t seem like the type to be living in a house that doesn’t look lived in.

Speaking of Blake, where the fuck is she?

Her house is quiet with no sign of her in the kitchen, living room, or dining room. I should have fucked her on this massive ass sectional last night instead. It damn near takes up the entire room, and I bet my back wouldn’t be hurting right now.

Just as I’m about to sit down on it and wait for her ass to show up again, I hear a shower turn on down the hall.

Jackpot.

Seems like another open invitation to me, so don’t mind if I do.

I walk down the hall, assuming her full bathroom is in the same area as mine, and sure enough, it is. The door is closed. I turn the handle slowly, testing to see if she tried to lock me out.

I grin as the handle turns all the way. I push the door open and step inside. Steam from the water hits me in the face, blinding me for a second.

Christ, why do women always have to have the water so goddamn hot?

Her shower curtain is black, much like the rest of her place, blocking me from seeing the outline of her body. But I know she’s in there. I can hear the water falling heavier on the shower floor as if it’s pooling off her body.

I inhale deeply. The fresh scent of her soap fills my nostrils, making my dick harden to half mast in my pants. My fists are balled at my sides as I weigh the pros and cons of what she will do if I join her. Lucky for her, my mom didn’t raise a pussy, and I’ve never not faced a challenge head-on.

Whipping my shirt over my head, I toss it on top of the blanket pooled on the floor before kicking off my boots and shedding my pants. I freeze as my belt clashes against the floor, my eyes darting between it and the shower as I wait to see if Blake pokes her head out from the noise.

Luck must be on my side today because her head doesn’t appear.

I creep toward the shower and grab hold of the shower curtain farthest away from the spout and pull it open slightly. Blake’s back is facing me, giving me a view of her perfect ass while she has her eyes closed and head tipped back as water streams down the front of her. I use her being distracted as my opening to slip inside and settle in behind her. My arms wrap around her front, making her jump as her eyes fly open and she lets out a small scream.

“No need for all that,” I say lowly in her ear. “You know it’s just me.”

“How would I know it’s you?” she asks as she stiffens in my arms as my hands roam her stomach.

“Christ, your skin is going to burn off. Why is the water so damn hot?” I ask as I lean around her to reach for the faucet to turn the water temperature down a little.

Blake swats my hand away. “Don’t touch it. And it’s not that hot.”

“Toots, your skin is beet red.”

“Why are you in here?” she asks, turning around in my arms to face me with a glare. “I don’t remember inviting you.”

“Seemed like an open invitation to me.”

“Well, it wasn’t,” she snaps as she folds her arms across her chest, trying to cover up.

I release my hold on her and wrap my hands around her wrists, forcefully pulling them away from her body. “You hiding these tits from me won’t do you any good when they were bouncing up and down while you were riding me like a champ outside is burned into my brain.”

Despite Blake’s skin already being red from the hot water scalding us, her face flushes. “That was a one-time thing.”

“Toots.” I smirk as I stare into her eyes. “If you think you’re keeping that cunt from me, you’re sorely mistaken. You think it was annoying when I woke you up doing my shit outside? Wait until I do it with my dick in you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” She seethes.

She looks cute all mad and wet.

It’s hilarious she thinks she has any ground to stand on.

“I don’t think you want to test me on that,” I say as I slowly look her up and down before lowering my voice. “You fell asleep with my dick in you. Don’t forget that.”