worry from your face.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss her. He lowered his face until he pressed his mouth to hers. After several long, drugging moments of them making out like they were hot and bothered teenagers, Brock started taking her clothes off in unhurried movements. Izzy wanted the material gone, wanted him to rip it from her body and toss it away, but the slowness of his actions was also heightening her arousal. He removed her bra and panties in the same slow, seductive manner, and when she stood before him naked with all of her imperfections on display, she didn’t feel an ounce of embarrassment. He took a step back and let his eyes travel up and down her nude form, but there was no urgency for Izzy to cover herself. She knew it was the heated look in his eyes, the way he touched her like he was starving for her, and the overall confidence he gave to her without words, that had her feeling pretty and proud of the way she looked.
“You are so beautiful, Izzy.” Heat traveled up her neck at his compliment. Her whole life she had felt so unattractive. The only two guys she had slept with hadn’t made any comments about her weight, but then again facial expressions when the clothes finally came off spoke more than any words they could have said. But here was this physically perfect man, powerful and gorgeous, and he looked at her as if there was no one else for him. When he moved closer to her, took her hand in his and led her into the shower, she knew that he would ruin her for all others.
The water was hot, just the way she liked it, but the tile was cold beneath her back when he pressed her against it. His erection was hard and big and dug into her belly. Her pussy clenched as thought it had a mind of its own. She wanted him thrusting all of that length and girth inside of her, stretching her to the point of pain, and making her feel so very full. Instead he teased her with his mouth and hands.
Taking hold of one of her breasts, he massaged the mounds, and then pulled the nipple taut with his forefinger and thumb.
“I was never a man that thought more than a handful was a waste.” She let her head fall back against the tile and closed her eyes as a pulsing that matched the rhythmic pull of his fingers on her nipples started between her thighs.
Over and over he tormented her. She begged him for more, whispered for release, but he would not give in, and that fact had her feeling frustrated but wanting more. Slowly taking one of his hands and trailing it over her ribs, down her belly, and stopping right before he reached her pussy, had Izzy holding her breath. The wait to see if he would touch her between her legs seemed to go on forever, and when she opened her eyes and looked into his face, she realized he enjoyed tormenting her.
“It is so fucking hot that you want it this badly.” He started kissing her neck, nipping at her wet, sensitive flesh until the blood rushed to the surface at his little points of erotic abuse.
“Please don’t stop, Brock. God, please don’t stop.”
He groaned against her neck. “I have no intention of stopping anything, Izzy.” In the next move he was down on his haunches, and had one of her legs over his shoulder. With what she knew was wide eyes, Izzy couldn’t help but watch in awe as he looked up at her at the same time he slowly moved toward her pussy. But of course he stopped right before he made contact with her swollen flesh. “I’m afraid I will go too far.”
Didn’t he know he could never go too far? She wanted to tell him she liked it rough, that she wanted his cock deep inside of her, and wanted to feel him pulling on her hair until tears of pain and pleasure crested within her.
“You can never go too far, Brock.” Her voice was soft, and the pelting water drowned it out, but the way his mouth parted slightly and his eyelids lowered to half-mast, told her he heard her nonetheless. One of his hands was on her ass, holding her in place, while
“You are so beautiful, Izzy.” Heat traveled up her neck at his compliment. Her whole life she had felt so unattractive. The only two guys she had slept with hadn’t made any comments about her weight, but then again facial expressions when the clothes finally came off spoke more than any words they could have said. But here was this physically perfect man, powerful and gorgeous, and he looked at her as if there was no one else for him. When he moved closer to her, took her hand in his and led her into the shower, she knew that he would ruin her for all others.
The water was hot, just the way she liked it, but the tile was cold beneath her back when he pressed her against it. His erection was hard and big and dug into her belly. Her pussy clenched as thought it had a mind of its own. She wanted him thrusting all of that length and girth inside of her, stretching her to the point of pain, and making her feel so very full. Instead he teased her with his mouth and hands.
Taking hold of one of her breasts, he massaged the mounds, and then pulled the nipple taut with his forefinger and thumb.
“I was never a man that thought more than a handful was a waste.” She let her head fall back against the tile and closed her eyes as a pulsing that matched the rhythmic pull of his fingers on her nipples started between her thighs.
Over and over he tormented her. She begged him for more, whispered for release, but he would not give in, and that fact had her feeling frustrated but wanting more. Slowly taking one of his hands and trailing it over her ribs, down her belly, and stopping right before he reached her pussy, had Izzy holding her breath. The wait to see if he would touch her between her legs seemed to go on forever, and when she opened her eyes and looked into his face, she realized he enjoyed tormenting her.
“It is so fucking hot that you want it this badly.” He started kissing her neck, nipping at her wet, sensitive flesh until the blood rushed to the surface at his little points of erotic abuse.
“Please don’t stop, Brock. God, please don’t stop.”
He groaned against her neck. “I have no intention of stopping anything, Izzy.” In the next move he was down on his haunches, and had one of her legs over his shoulder. With what she knew was wide eyes, Izzy couldn’t help but watch in awe as he looked up at her at the same time he slowly moved toward her pussy. But of course he stopped right before he made contact with her swollen flesh. “I’m afraid I will go too far.”
Didn’t he know he could never go too far? She wanted to tell him she liked it rough, that she wanted his cock deep inside of her, and wanted to feel him pulling on her hair until tears of pain and pleasure crested within her.
“You can never go too far, Brock.” Her voice was soft, and the pelting water drowned it out, but the way his mouth parted slightly and his eyelids lowered to half-mast, told her he heard her nonetheless. One of his hands was on her ass, holding her in place, while
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