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“Yeah, but that feels so good.” I take a chance, not wanting him to break free from this shower.
“Yeah? What about this?”
Changing the setting, Jett inches it right beneath my belly button, forcing me to startle. Biting my lip, I resist the urge to throw my head back, giving him a slow nod of encouragement.
“And here?”
Inching lower, the swarm in my stomach erupts.
“Y-Yeah,” I moan.
When the spray of the showerhead reaches the outside of my pussy, I instinctually clench my legs together, begging and searching for it to inch closer to where I want it.
“Open your legs,” Jett demands softly.
Removing the steady stream from my skin, the loss of feeling causes me to obey his order immediately.
“I’ll make a deal with you,” he starts, lust-filled eyes crawling slowly to reach mine, still not bringing the water back to my aching skin.
“O-Okay,” I croak, needy and hoarse.
“I’ll make you come, because I can see you’re dying for it, but you have to promise me to take a bite of everything I ordered when we get out of here.”
“Okay, okay,” I agree immediately.
“Promise me.”
“Jett, I said okay,” I huff out, needy and frantic.
“You know what I want.”
He brings the water back to the center of my belly, edging me so close to bliss.
“I promise,” I cry, desperate to feel him send me over the edge.
“Atta girl. Now open your legs.”
Careful not to slip, I widen my stance, bracing for the sharp spray to touch my sensitive skin. When it finally hits my slick entrance, my knees threaten to buckle beneath me, but Jett’s hand slides behind me to ensure I don’t lose my balance.
“Oh—”
“How’s that feel, baby?”
“S-So good,” I whimper, shaking as the rough stream inches closer to my already pulsing clit.
“Don’t move unless I tell you.”
His rough demand keeps my limp legs locked in place as I beg, “More, please.”
Without question, Jett moves the water to my aching center, and the pressure in my core grows like wildfire. Shaking, I shift my hips from side to side, searching for release.
“What did I say?”
Jett gives a gentle slap to my wet ass with his free hand, forcing the apex of my thighs closer to the intense pressure of the water.
“It’s too much,” I whimper, wanting some relief, any kind.
“You can take it, Sofia baby. I know you can.”
