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“What exactly are you guys doing over there?” Reece asks, sounding a little frustrated. “I’m rubbing his head,” I say, pressing a little harder and smiling at Bower's response as he draws me closer. A few seconds pass before Kingsley adds, “That’s not a euphemism, Reece.”
“Need her? You mean want her?” “No, man. I fucking need her in my life. Meeting her has changed my brain chemistry or some shit. I’ve never felt even a spec of this with any other girlfriend. I literally feel like I wouldn’t survive without her in my life.” “Shit.” He exhales and I finish tying my hair up, as he asks, “You love her, don’t you?” A huge smile splits my face. “To the moon and back.”
“Bower brings me light, Weston gives me strength, and Reece stands as my shield. But you…” I say, my thumb stroking his cheek as I stare into his deep blue eyes. “You, Kingsley Voss, you’re my rock.”
“How is he not freaking out? He’s crashed two planes.”
No wonder he wanted to do this in a bed; he might have crushed me if we had done it on the floor. I’m grateful we never had sex in the hut. He probably would have broken it.
“Come on, I’ll help you,” he says, offering his hand to me. I grab it and have to press my lips together to stop the huge smile that wants to break free. Does he really think I can’t shower on my own? I’m not going to complain, though. Maybe he’ll help clean me… especially that place between my legs that feels especially dirty right now.
“What? You didn’t think I was going to let you shower on your own, did you?” I laugh at his cheeky grin, but I immediately stop when he drops his pants, leaving him standing there in all his naked glory. His cock hardens as I stare at it and I find myself swaying towards him on instinct, needing to be closer to it… I mean… him. “My eyes are up here, Tink.” “I know, it’s not your eyes I’m interested in right now.”
“Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?” he asks as he grabs the bodywash and fills his hand with some. Then he takes his time cleaning me. And when I say he takes his time… he really does, lingering on parts that make me moan and press my body harder against him. “I should clean you, too,” I murmur, grabbing some bodywash before I grip his hard cock and start stroking it slowly. “Zee..” he growls, his fingers pinching my nipples in retaliation. “You’re still bruised.” “Not everywhere.” I squeeze him harder, and he drops his head back and groans. “You’re killing me, Zee.” “Please, Bower. One little
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Three at once? Sweet baby cock, yes, please!
“Oh no!” I say in mock horror. “The scary bad man has caught me! Whatever will I do?!” “You could beg for my forgiveness?” he suggests. I pretend to think about it for a minute, then I give him my pouty lip and big eyes. “Please forgive me. I didn’t realize you hated jizz so much.”
