-SHOWER PT.2

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Her grip on my wrist felt like zip ties on the tightest groove. She lets my wrist go and notions me to come in the room. "Fuck", I exhausted under my breath. After straightening up the bathroom, I put my towel back on and walk behind her and into the room with my head down and eyes bolted to the floor.

As I was walking into the bedroom I had been sleeping in I was instantly grabbed and pinned against the wall. One hand around my neck the other holding my wrist together above my head. "I told you your words were going to get you in trouble one day", she turned me around so my back was against her front I could feel her hot breath making my heart race. I wanted to push her away, I wanted to run and never stop running until I was away from this psycho, but I couldn't I wanted her so bad I wanted to feel her hands pressed against my skin, her words make my body tingle. I needed her. She took a small step back and let my towel fall admiring my ass in the midst, one strong strike was placed upon me the pain was unimaginable but felt so good.

She walked over to the bed and sat on the edge notioning for me to come here, I walked over to her and sat on her lap . Our lips collided into a steamy kiss, she starts to run her fingers down my waist and along my v line making me shudder. I want her so bad right now. She leans back slightly and starts to rub my clit slowly casually increasing the pace. Her cold thumb ring grazing my already soaked cunt, she speeds up.

"Ughhh...god.." I moan out.

"Awee is it too much? I haven't even added a finger yet". She taunted.

"F..fuck youu...u" I faintly muttered.

"Oh yea?" She shove her middle and ring finger into my hole picking up the pace with every thrust.

"Ahhhhh...fuckkkkk...", she takes my whole nipple into her mouth sucking on it while I continue to unravel on her lap. She reaches over to the nightstand and grab a small vibrator. "Can I use this?" Even while slutting me out this girl still asks for concent. UGHHHH. Ive only been with two other women and both of them combined wasn't as good as Sage was right now. She knew exactly where touch and way to squeeze. It's possible she might know my body better than I do.

I nod and she begins cleaning it off then places it on my clit, my body jolts and my legs start to shake uncontrollably. My heat is clasping around her fingers within thrusts. Her fingers feel like heaven, even better then mine and not to toot my own horn but that says a lot. "Don't stopppp!"

Oh god this feels so good, her fingers feel so fucking good. Her pace speeds up going quicker and quicker. "Godddddd", I scream out. I can feel a pit in my stomach filling up.

"Sage I'm going to cummmm", I say while throwing my head back. "Look at me when you do babygirl". She softly grabs me by my neck and looks into my eyes while curling her fingers faster forcing the cum to spill out my entrance. I moan a little then release into her fingers, my warm liquids covering the outlining of her shorts. Sage kisses my forehead and picks me up taking me back to my first destination, the bathroom. She washes my body again and wraps a towel around me and walks back into the room.

I look up and see her tossing a larger t shirt and shorts on the bed I'm guessing they're for me. I go to grab them when she pulls it away from me, "I got it, just relax you did great and I didn't wanna push you too hard so when you wake up we'll go over this agreement more."

She puts lotion on my body then slip one of her T-shirts over my body. I've never been an insecure woman but somehow when this woman looked at me I felt like the only person in the world. What am I saying, this girl literally fucking bought me and I'm acting as if this was a fairytale. If it was it was a pretty fucked up one. I can see her paying extra attention my toned thighs while putting a pair of shorts on me. She slipped them on as if I was a fragile newborn. She was just so gentle, when she wanted to be. Sage gives me the television remote and walks back to her usual place. Her armchair. Her and whatever book she reading are glued to that chair and because she was in the room I had no problem with that.

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