“I need to see you, need to feel you on my skin,” I implore as I strip my shirt off and start to do the same with my shorts and briefs.
Kenna stops me, covering my hands. “May I?” She takes over for me, looping her fingers into my waistband and dragging my shorts and boxers off of me.
I watch as she strips her sports bra and spandex off next, tossing them next to my clothes.
I look at her, and I’m momentarily speechless. “Fuck, Kenna. You’re gorgeous.”
She slowly steps up to me, her peaked nipples flush with my chest, making goosebumps erupt from the touch. Her hands make their way to my waist, and she trails kisses down my pecs and abs.
“Come here,” I command as I lift her up, her legs wrapping around me as I walk us to my en-suite bathroom. I start the shower and make sure the temperature is good before I carry her inside.
I set her down, but neither of us breaks our embrace as the hot water rains down, drenching our skin.
We both reach for my body wash at the same time, “Let me clean you up, G,” she breathes.
Handing her the bottle, she opens it and then pours it onto my chest, letting it drip down my pecs and stomach.
“Your body is a masterpiece, Griffin Turner,” I watch her eyes follow the trail of body wash from between my pecs, down my carved abdomen, before landing on the base of my fully-hard cock.
She begins rubbing in the body wash, starting with my chest, shoulders, and arms. Her breath catches as she moves over each rivet of my abs. She bites her bottom lip, eyes connecting with mine, looking hesitant, before rubbing the soap along the base of my cock with a soft, unsure grip.
“Harder,” I command, and she complies instantly, causing me to growl my approval.
I pull her into my arms under the rainfall shower head and passionately claim her mouth. Breaking the kiss, I tell her to turn around and begin massaging her shoulders with soap.
My hands explore her body, taking my time as I wash her back, and her toned stomach, then moving my hands up to cup her perfect breasts. She turns slightly, arching her arm around my neck to kiss me.
She breaks the kiss and glances over her shoulder at me, biting that damn bottom lip again, pure temptation.
“Are you going to tease me again? Because you were in this exact position—looking over your shoulder, biting your lip—this morning. It was absolute torture watching you from my bedroom, knowing I couldn’t touch you for hours while we were at the gym.”
Turning to face me, Kenna explains, “I wasn’t teasing you. I was giving you a show. You know, for teenage Griff to live out his fantasies,” she says in a teasing tone.
“Is that what that was? Well, if that’s the case. Let’s check off some more fantasies, shall we?”
“And what would those be, baby?” she practically purrs.
“On your knees, Sunshine,” I say in a commanding tone.
Without a moment of hesitation, I watch as my dream girl lowers herself to kneel before me, resting her palms on her thighs.
“What next, Hotshot?” she taunts me with a wiggle of her brows.
The mouth on this girl. I’ve been dying to have Kenna in this very position—on her knees, ready to wrap her luscious lips around me.
“Fist my cock and suck me like the dirty girl you are.”
Kenna stares up at me—never breaking eye contact with me as she fists my cock in one hand, then glides her tongue up along the base of my shaft, circling the tip before taking it deep into her hot, wet mouth.
My hips jerk, causing her to take me to the back of her throat. She doesn’t gag, though.
I can’t believe McKenna Wilder is sucking me off. She’s causing my brain to short-circuit.
Kenna can’t quite fit the length of me inside her mouth. She uses her hand to pump at the same time her mouth bobs up and down my cock.
Holy shit. This blowjob is . . . well, it’s . . . fucking life-changing . . . mind-altering.
“Jesus, Kenna. Look at you, taking me so well,” my hoarse voice barely lets out.
