Let's Play

Shower (y'all deserve this)

Warnings: NSFW, Shower, Daddy J, nurturing

You walk through the doors to Mr. J's room and watched the steam curl around the open bathroom doors. You edge around the corner to see y/n written in the fog on the mirror. Your heart soars with the gesture "could this man have a soft spot in his heart for the woman he brought into his home? I know it wasn't willingly, but what if I don't want to leave..." You try to stifle your inner monologue which is starting to develop Stockholms syndrome and decide to keep thinking about the man who asks for your consent and makes your toes curl, damned how you got here. You turn towards the running shower where his silhouette waits for you under the spray. His perfectly sculpted shoulders flex while he runs the hot water through his green hair and he closes his eyes to let the water droplets run over his lashes, down his taught muscles, and eventually to his hard cock. You strip and gently open the shower curtain to slide in front of him so you can look into his piercing eyes. He grabs you by your hair and pulls his lips to yours. His lips are rough and you can feel the stubble gathering on his unshaven face. He pulls your head to the side until you can almost feel his hot breath on your ear and you wince at the force that he pulls at your ponytail. The hair on the back of your neck sticks up and you feel chills run down your spine. His other hand is roughly grabbing at your ass. "You like that, baby girl?" he whispers in your and his voice drips with sex and gravel. This is a voice which has screamed in pain and frustration and instead he's telling you all the things he wants to do to you. You feel your body ache for more of his touch. as he slides his hand up and around your body to cup your chest. You moan as he squeezes and massages a handful of your ripe breast. You're both under the hot spray of the water and your wet hair falls loose of your pony tail. His chiseled body is pressed against you, you can see the definition of his slim, cut physique. His tattoos trail along his abs and adorn him like battle scars. His hips grind against you and your eyes open to stare directly into his with intensity. He grins at you and you're entranced by him as he speaks "Babygirl, I know how good you've been for daddy. Now let me give you something in return." He turns you around and continues speaking in your ear. "Hood still for me, darling." The room is steaming up and you don't know what you expect as you look away from him. Gently, you feel fingers working in your long hair. He works out the hair tie and combs through your locks. You moan with every massaging fingers as it works out the stress of the day. You feel tension start to lift from you .Then you feel shampoo start to lather and he massages your scalp, working it into a gentle suds. He commenced to a conditioner and then you feel him. You feel his clean warm hand start working its way up your thigh. He's pressed against you and traces his hand up the side of your thigh. Your skin tingles as his lingers hard fingers, they move up toward your ribs and then across your abdomen. He's moving so slowly, down to your core. There you're wet with anticipation. There his fingers slip just into your lips. He teases your fold with curious fingers, Indulgently moving through your slippery core. A thick hard finger finds its was to your entrance. You wiggle with anticipation. His arm is wrapped around your shoulder with a firm grasp on your breast as he's pushing up against you. "I want you to tell me how much you want me to touch you " Mr. J says. You gasp at his raspy voice and he growls in your ear, a squeak escapes from your lips and you feel his fingers again teasing you. "Please, please, Mr. J, I need you to touch me. Will you please touch me, I need you bad..." his what you manage to say before his index moves upwards toward that small bit of nerves that he knows so well. He rubs your clit in tight little circles and the pressure begins to build within you. "I'm not leaving here till I've made you cum" he says and presses on you harder. He keeps touching you and the knot in your abdomen tightens. The steamy shower, and this beautiful man pressed against you are so overwhelming you feel yourself begin to come undo. You moan loudly with the sensation and he starts rubbing on you harder. His fingers flick back and forth across your clit and then you feel it, that sweet peak of fulfillment, your breathing becomes rapid and shaky. His voice is like gravel when he says "I can't wait to feel you fall apart." Then suddenly he stops, your taken aback and panting. No, you weren't there yet. So close! He grabs your shoulders and pushes you against the wall with his body. He smiles at you menacingly when he says "but not, yet." Then his fingers are at your entrance again and you feel him wait and look you in the eyes as to ask you permission. You nod your head yes, enthusiastically. Then his two fingers are inside you and stretch you deliciously. He curls them inside you and you feel that pressure again. Deep inside you as his fingers and palm work on you. His lips are on yours and you can't think as you try to breath. Your tongues battle for dominance, he tastes sweet and musky, with a hint of vodka on his breath. You melt into hint and eventually you can't hold on any longer. Your squeezing around his fingers as you chase your release. Finally he whispers against you "come on for me, baby girl. Fall apart." And you shatter around him. You feel your walls spasm as you fight to stay standing. You can't contain the moan that escapes your lips before he's kissing you again. He whispers to you softly "good girl, come out when you're ready for more " and he out of the shower.

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More to come! It's been too long. Hope you enjoy.