Mother.

Fucker.

She looks over at me, flips her hair over her shoulder, and then goes to her nightstand. She opens a drawer and pulls out her dildo with the suction cup at the end. Turning toward me, she offers a full-frontal view, and my mouth goes dry as my eyes take in her tight nipples, hard and craving my mouth. Aware of my staring, Lottie takes the end of the dildo and rubs it across her chest, allowing her head to fall back as she brings it up to her mouth.

Her tongue peeks out . . .

And she licks the goddamn top.

I’m fucking gone.

My cock jolts in my briefs.

Sweat breaks out on my lower back.

And just like that, my willpower snaps.

Satisfied with herself, she moves toward her bathroom, dildo in hand, with me crossing the barrier between our rooms and following her inside.

The moment I step into her bathroom, she shuts the door to the shower, and I catch her watering down the dildo before she suctions it to the wall. I built this house to include two-person showers in every bathroom, so there’s plenty of room in there. Especially if I wanted to join her. She steps away

and wets herself down in the shower as well, but instead of just letting the water soak her, she puts on a show.

Seductively, with purpose, her hands cascade down her breasts, where she pauses and pinches her nipples. A low moan falls past her lips as her hands continue to move south. Water runs down her chest, off the tips of her nipples, and all the way down her flat stomach, to her smooth pussy.

My mouth waters.

My hands itch to touch her. Feel her.

My body aches to be in that shower with her.

Once she’s doused in water, she turns her back toward the dildo and then bends at the waist, angling herself just enough to . . . oh . . . fuck.

My teeth bite into my bottom lip as she slowly backs up onto the dildo, inserting it into her tight hole.

“Yesss,” she moans softly as she pulls her wet hair to one side.

Intently fixated on what she’s doing, I watch her pelvis move around in soft circles.

Fuck, my cock grows so tight that it’s painful. I swore I wouldn’t masturbate in front of her, that if I were to come, I’d come inside of her.

But seeing her like this, wanting so badly to touch her goddamn nipples and suck them into my mouth . . . it drives me crazy.

It makes me snap.

It causes me to want to go against everything I’ve said.

“God, Huxley,” she says in such a satisfied tone that my ears perk up from the use of my name. “Yes, Hux,” she says, pumping a little harder. “So good. Feels . . . so . . . good.”

My cock jumps.

My body tenses.

My arms tremble at my sides as one of her hands snakes between her legs and she begins to massage her clit.

“Yes, right there. Right there, Hux. God, I love your hands. I love how they make me feel.”

Fuck.

Her eyes slide open and her head tilts to the side as her gaze connects with mine.

Heady.

Lustful.

Passionate.

“Mmmm, yes,” she moans, her eyes never leaving mine.

I take a step forward, my need possessing me.

“Your tongue. I love coming on your mouth.” She sticks her finger past her lips and sucks. “I love it when you taste me. Lick me. Suck me.” Her other hand goes to her breast, where she pinches her nipple hard. “You’re so good at making me come, unlike any man I’ve ever been with,” she groans.

Her hips pulse in and out.

The finger once in her mouth drags down her chest.

Fucking hell . . .

Another two steps forward.

“Ahh, ahhh, yes. Oh God, you’re so huge. I knew you would be, I knew your cock would be just what I needed.”

Her head falls forward.

Her hips pulse faster.

Her fingers pinch her nipples, pulling a hiss past her lips.

Motherfucker.

I want that to be me.

I need that to be me.

The last thread of resistance snaps, and before I can stop myself, I strip out of my briefs and throw the door to the shower open. The water pelts me in the back as Lottie smiles up at me right before her hand reaches out and grabs my cock, which is standing at attention.

“Just what I wanted for dessert,” she says before taking my cock into her mouth.

Fuck.

I reach for her hair and gather it to one side so I can watch as her mouth descends over my thick cock. Her plump lips suck me in and her hand strokes me at the base of my cock. But it’s her mouth that’s making me drive my hips forward, begging for more.

Hot.

Wet.

Perfection.

She takes me deep in her throat. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I move closer so she can keep pleasuring herself as well.

Just as I thought—allowing her to touch me, suck me—it’s everything I dreamed of. So fucking good. I move my hand over her cheek and stroke her soft skin with my thumb. “Take my cock, deep, into that dirty mouth.” She sucks me harder. “Just like that. Fuck, yes, Lottie.” My hand goes to the back of her head and I help her keep pace, moving her over my erection again and again, building the pleasure deep within me.

“Oh God,” she mumbles against my cock as she swivels her hips against the dildo.

Can’t say I particularly like her getting off with something other than my hand or mouth, but it is hot having her fuck herself while she fucks me with her mouth. I’ll allow it this time. But it’s my name she’s been saying. My hands she’s imagining on her body. My tongue on her clit and pussy.

Her mouth drags to the tip of my cock and her hands reach for my balls, which she gently rolls between her fingers. I spread my legs so she has better access, because I want to be played with. I want her to be able to do whatever the fuck she wants to me. And she does. She smooths her palm over my balls and plays with my tip, sucking just the end, licking, flicking.

Fucking teasing.

And I love it.

I love the buildup.

The way she focuses on one particular area and then takes a part of me in her mouth again, pressing me to the back of her throat . . .

“Fuck,” I mutter when my cock jolts against her luscious lips.

“I love your cock,” she says when she removes me from her mouth and licks my length. “It’s so big, Huxley. So thick.” Her tongue flicks the underside of the head, teasing that sensitive part, and I swear I grow another inch from how she’s holding my balls, gently, and I mean gently, tugging on them. It’s just enough to drive me crazy, to send a chill of pleasure up my spine.

“I want to come in your mouth,” I say as I grip the base of my cock, but she swats my hand away.

“This is mine, you don’t touch it.”

My brow raises from her demand, and if I wasn’t so desperate for her to finish me off, I’d tell her exactly what is hers, but I need her perfect mouth all over my cock. And I need it now.

“Then fuck me with your mouth,” I say through clenched teeth.

She stops pulsing on her dildo and, instead, focuses on my cock, taking me deep in her throat.

She sucks.

She gags.

She repeats the process until I can’t feel anything but her sweet mouth.

I grip the side of the shower wall as pleasure rips up my legs and pools at the base of my cock.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.” I brush my hand over her cheek. “Take every last drop.”

Her eyes turn hazy and, in that moment, she finishes me off, pumping, sucking, giving me the best head of my entire life. My balls tighten, my cock swells, and I explode with a roar that erupts from my chest as I come in her mouth.

And she takes it all.

Every last drop, like I said, until I’m completely spent and trying to catch my breath.

She releases me and smirks up at me.

It takes me three seconds to grab hold of her, flip the shower off, and then lay her across the built-in bench. I spread her legs, get down on my knees, and press my mouth to her pussy.