The fact that I was wearing a condom doesn’t matter, so I keep that to myself. “Here.” Letting go of her, I reach over to the shelf and grab her body wash. Then grab her wrist and squeeze some into her hand. I place it on my hard c**k and wrap her fingers around the base. “Clean me.”
“I’m not—”
“Clean my c**k, princess,” I demand, placing my hands on either side of her head on the white tiled wall, caging her in. My face is so close to hers I can smell her minty toothpaste when her breathing picks up. I lower my face just as she lifts hers, allowing me access to her neck. I lick up her racing pulse, tasting the water that runs down her skin. “Clean her off me, and I’ll f**k your cunt just how you like it.”
“Colt.” She whispers my name, and I remove my hands from the wall. Taking a step
