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)
My eyes fly open because what in the world is he saying? Am I really such a slut? But I lose all thought because Karl’s touch is delectable. With big fingers, he works the shampoo into my pussy patch, and then caresses my tender lips before gently niggling my clit. He rubs circles around the hard nub, making me moan, before giving it a quick pinch. I jerk upright as shock runs through my most sensitive spot.
“Oooh!” I squeal. “Unnnh!”
“That’s right, baby,” the handsome bodyguard moans, his blue eyes like hot coals as he stares at my lush and curvy form. “Like I said, your cunt craves the hard, filthy fucks that only Daddy can provide. But I think I want to shave you first, sweetheart. Are you okay with that? Will you let me?”
I stare at the gorgeous bodyguard, blood rushing in my ears. Oh my god, this situation is spinning out of control and yet I love it. I feel as if I’m drowning in a warm sea of sensuality as the handsome alpha male leads me further and further away from shore.
“Shave my pussy?” I manage in a faint tone.
“Yes baby,” Karl rasps, blue eyes penetrating. “But I’ll have to get in the tub with you because I can’t reach from this angle. The razor would cut and burn your tender flesh, and we don’t want that.”
I stare at him, again drowning in the warm sea. But then I nod because I want this man. I crave him. He’s hard, dominant, and so masculine, doing funny things to my insides as I take in that massive shaft, dripping fluids from the head. With a small smile, I nod, parting my glossy lips.
“Yes, please shave me, Daddy. Get me clean in my most private place.”
Karl grunts with approval before standing to his full height in the small bathroom. His shaft juts out from his waist, making me gasp. Is it possible that he’s grown even larger in the last ten minutes? He must be at least eleven inches now, and a deep purple color. A thick string of pre-come dangles from the head of his penis to hit the floor, forming a small puddle. My heart-rate accelerates as heat pools between my thighs, and unconsciously, I let out a small mewl of need, making him chuckle.
“I’m here, baby girl. Scootch forward,” he rasps while setting one foot behind me in the tub. “I’m a big man, and I need more space than you think.”
I do as he commands, and that massive male form comes to sit in back of me in the tub, water sloshing. I lean back tentatively, and it feels comfortable, actually. I’m aroused, of course, by that solid wall of a chest, as well as the insistent rod poking into my back, but it’s also oddly tender to lean against my hard rock of a man.
“Mmm,” I moan, closing my eyes blissfully. “This is nice.”
“This is very nice,” he whispers in my ear before reaching for a small pink razor positioned on the edge of the tub. “Now relax, baby girl. I’m going to clean her up a bit, and soon you’ll be as bare as a baby.”
Then, the shaving begins and it’s wonderful. Karl’s fingers are agile and nimble as he pulls my left labia tight before gently tracing the skin with the razor. Then he niggles my clit, making me shriek, before shaving my right side.
“Mmm,” I moan.
“You look beautiful, Ainsley,” he whispers in my ear again, rinsing off the razor before putting it on the edge of the tub. “Responsive, curvy, and so wet. But we’re all done, honey. You didn’t have much hair to get rid of. It was just a bit of down.”
My eyes open slowly.
“All done already?” I ask in a faint voice. “But it felt so good!”
I feel Karl tense for a moment behind me.
“There is another place we could shave,” he continues in a dark, silky voice. “But only if you feel comfortable.”
“Where?” I ask in a breathless voice. “My head, you mean? But I can’t because I’m a model. My agency would kill me if I shaved my head!”
He pauses.
“No, not your head, sweetheart. I would never dream of that. No, I meant your bottom button, Ainsley. I want to shave your asshole, if you’re up for it.”
His words make me jerk upright in the tub because is this man kidding me? He wants to shave me where? Do people even do that? But I know a couple girls who get full Brazilians, and they say the hot wax does go down there. The description made me wince because it sounded so painful, but at the same time, it’s not totally unheard of.
Besides, I want to be naughty. Maybe I am the slut that Karl believes. Hell, the pussy shave felt so good that I’m willing to chance it with another kind of shave as well.