Her only regret was the fact she’d never be able to give him children of his own.
“I love you,” he said. “You’re my entire world locked up tight with blue hair.”
She started laughing. “When the dye comes out I was thinking of going purple.” Lacey licked her lips, staring into his eyes. “Will you dye my hair for me when the time comes?” Dalton had always been the one to dye her hair. She’d not let anyone else come near her. Whizz wasn’t Dalton. He was her man, the only person she trusted to come near her.
“I know this has significance, doesn’t it?” he asked.
She nodded. “Dalton.” She spoke her friend’s name and licked her lips. “He was the only one I allowed to touch me.”
“I’ll be honored to dye your hair.” Whizz brushed some hair off her cheek. Neither of them moved for a long time or spoke. Words were not necessary in that moment.
Whizz touched and stroked her face and neck. She reached out to touch him, to love him.
“It’s time to take you in the shower.”
Before she could protest, Whizz had pulled out of her body and grabbed her around the waist. His strength never failed to surprise her.
“Whizz, what are you doing? I can walk.” She hated it when he lifted her up in his arms with ease. Lacey knew she wasn’t light, far from light, but Whizz held her as if she weighed nothing.
He placed her in the stall of the shower then followed her inside, turning the water on. She screamed as cold water washed down on them. Lacey tried to move behind him, but he wouldn’t let her. He held her tight in front of him, refusing to let her get past.
“Whizz, stop it,” she said, screaming.
His laughter filled the air. She slapped his chest just as the water started to warm up. “You’re completely insane.”
In response he cupped her breast, pinching the nipple. He did the same with the other hand. She started to moan as heat filled her core. His touch never failed to turn her on.
Whizz’s lips nibbled on her neck, biting down on the flesh.
“I want you, Lacey.”
“You’ve just had me.”
“I’m never going to stop wanting you.”
He released one of her breasts, to grab her hand. Whizz pulled her hand behind her, and she felt the evidence of his need for her. His shaft was long and thick.
“You’re insatiable.”
“Only for you, Lacey. Always for you.” He kissed her head going down to her neck. She started to work his cock, going from the root up to the tip. “Fuck, baby, I want inside you.”
“We’re supposed to be showering.” The hand that had gripped hers dove between her thighs. She opened her legs wide for him to touch her with ease.
“Beautiful, baby. You’re so fucking beautiful.” His finger flicked her clit before sliding down to enter her pussy. “You’re filled with my cum.” Two fingers pumped inside her pussy, sliding back up to slowly circle her clit.
“Whizz?” she said, speaking his name on a groan.
“What, baby?”
“I need you, please.”
“You’ll get all of me, Lacey. Always and forever.”
As suddenly as he started touching her, he stopped. He moved his hand away, leaving her empty inside. She growled in frustration.
“What does my woman want?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
He chuckled. “We’ll get washed and then your ass is mine.”
She wanted to slap him for the way he teased her. His teasing didn’t do anything other than to drive her crazy. “You’re not playing fair, you know that right?”
“I’ve not played fair in a long time, baby. You’ve got to learn that there’s no getting away from that. I’ll do what it takes to get what I want.” He picked up the soap.
Lacey didn’t have much time to protest as he even used washing her to add to the sensuality of his actions.
“You’re not fair. Not fair at all.”
When he put the soap aside, Lacey snagged the bar and started to work on his body. She soaped her hands, using them to clean his body. Lacey watched his rock hard body as she started to wash away the day’s grime.
“Are you being thorough, baby?”
Glancing up at him, she slid her hands down to cup his cock and balls. “I better make sure you’re completely clean. I can’t leave any inch unturned.” She moved closer, whispering the words against his skin. He smelled so good. The arousal grew thicker between them. Lacey moaned. “Whizz, I need you.”
He didn’t say anything else, washing her hair as she flicked the tip of his cock. His ministrations didn’t stop once.
She fingered his balls, feeling them tighten as his cock got harder.
Within seconds he had the soap washed from her hair. Lacey didn’t get a chance to wash him further. Whizz turned off the shower, opened the door, and stepped out. He picked her back up in his arms.
The bed hit her back, but Whizz didn’t stop there. He flipped her onto her stomach, drawing her up to her knees. She glanced behind her body to see him staring down at her.
His cock stood out long, thick, and proud. They were still wet from the shower.
She tightened her hands into fists, gathering up the blanket as he rubbed the tip of his cock at her entrance.
There were no words. Whizz gripped her hips with only the tip of his cock inside her. She tensed up as he plunged inside her. He went so deep that he hit the top of her cervix. Lacey cried out as he didn’t stop there.
His hands moved down to her ass, spreading her cheeks wide.
“I’m going to fuck your ass, Lacey.” His cock left her pussy to be replaced by his fingers. She rested her head on the sheets, knowing there was no point in fighting him. Whizz knew what he was doing. His slick fingers moved back to her ass going over the puckered hole. The sensation of him pressing his fingers against her anus felt strange to Lacey. She’d never been fucked in the ass before. If Whizz wanted it, she’d give into him.
The last thing she wanted to do was deny her man what he wanted.
He gathered more of her cream, getting her ass nice and wet.
“I’m going to use my fingers first. Tell me if it hurts too much.”
She kept her eyes closed as one finger pressed a little more firmly at the center of her ass. Lacey cried out as he got past her tight ring of muscles to slide in. Whizz pumped one finger in her ass until she started to push back against him, wanting more.
When she started to beg him for more, he added a second finger. Once she was accustomed to the feel of his two fingers, he pulled them out.