Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Karl,” she says in a wobbly voice. “Is that—?”
“Get in the water,” I hiss, turning my back to her to shield her from the view of my stiff snake. Holy fuck, how did this happen? One moment, I was an alpha male in control and now, I’m the one on my knees, helpless at my physical reaction to her.
Stomping to the vanity at the edge of the bathroom, I pull out a stool and seat myself on it before glaring at her.
“Clean yourself,” I say in a harsh tone.
This time, Ainsley obeys. She lifts one smooth leg and levers it over the tub’s rim before stepping into the hot water. Then, she bends over, lifting her other leg as well, and I groan silently. This is fucking pornographic, and the redhead should be thrown in jail because I just caught a glimpse of that puffy pink pussy, glistening and wet. Not only that but her big breasts dangle invitingly, begging me to suck on the tips before fucking my cock between their soft bellies.
Ainsley knows of the effect she’s having on me too. She gently slides into the water, taking a seated position, before casting another glance at me.
“Are you comfortable on that stool?” she asks with the hint of a laugh in her lilting voice. “You look like you’re going to break it.”
I know how comical I appear. I’m a six five, two hundred and fifty pound caveman positioned on a tiny wicker thing that wiggles beneath my ass, already on the verge of giving out. But I merely glower at her.
“Start with your hair. Get that clean, and then soap up,” I bite out.
Ainsley shoots me a saucy look.
“Are you going to instruct me every step of the way?”
I glare right back at her.
“Don’t make me come over there and do it for you,” I rasp, my fingers curling in on themselves with tension. “You’re not going to like it.”
Ainsley merely smiles sweetly before reaching for a bottle of shampoo and pouring a dollop into her hand. She applies it to her red curls as I watch, mesmerized.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I would like it,” she says in a teasing tone. “I regularly see a masseuse, and Evelyn is worth every penny she charges. Same with my manicurist, and same with my facialist. It’s nice to be waited on.”
“I’m not a facialist, nor a masseuse, nor a manicure whatever-ist,” I growl, my eyes glued to her ivory curves as she massages suds through her red curls. They’re wet now, so they’re almost black, but the contrast only highlights how silky smooth and pale her skin is.
“I’m not saying you have to be a masseuse, but it’d be nice to feel someone else’s hands on my scalp,” Ainsley teases. “I have so much hair, and it’s so long that I could use the help,” she adds. “I really mean it, Karl. Come help me wash my hair.”
Jesus Christ! What the fuck is going on? One second, I had a hellcat on my hands, fighting me tooth and nail. But now I have an alluring siren in her place, beckoning to me with a sweet smile.
I stare, my heart beating so loud that Ainsley must be able to hear it too. My blood pressure is sky-high, and my cock’s stiff as it spurts another load of pre-come onto my sweatpants. Ainsley sees, and giggles again, her fingers still massaging her scalp.
“Come here, Karl,” she hums in a melodic voice. “I need you.”
I can’t resist anymore. Like a man in a trance, I rise to a towering height and begin to advance on the nubile young vixen in the tub.
7
Ainsley
Oh my god, is this really happening? Am I a siren, calling to Karl as I wash my hair? Of course, I don’t need his help exactly. Yes, my tresses are long but they’re manageable, and I’m able to shampoo them myself.
But I want this man because he’s so handsome and powerful, and I love seeing how he’s been reduced to mush by my curvy body and teasing ways. Okay, Karl isn’t mush. The opposite. This man is hard and massive, and a small gasp escapes my lips as he approaches because his cock is leaking pre-come. It stands straight up now, flat against his abdomen, the tip pressing against his stomach. It glistens at the top, and as I watch, a bead of pearly cum forms before sliding down to coat his length.
“Oh my god,” I breathe, my heart rate accelerating as moisture pools between my legs.
His expression grows dark as his gaze holds mine.
“You’ll be praying for more than salvation by the time I’m through with you, Ainsley,” he rasps, taking a seat by the massive tub. Then, those big hands are on my scalp, massaging my red tresses. “Let me,” he growls.