Claiming Red by C. M. Steele Read Free Book Online

find her near the pool or anywhere on the first floor. So, I went up to the bedroom and I could hear the shower running. I squeezed my aching cock through my pants. When I did that I realized I was still wearing the same suit. I needed a shower, too. The only other shower was the outdoor one, oh well. I grabbed a change of clothes and some towels and made my way to the outdoor shower.
    I had been scrubbing myself when I reached my meat that was still hard as fuck from kissing my Red. I took myself in hand. I needed to take away some of the tension because all I could think about was burying myself in her tight little package. I stroked it, slowly at first, picturing her on her knees tasting my cock, and greedily devouring it. The more I thought about it, the harder I stroked. Fuck, I was so fucking close. I called out her name over and over again as I spewed my come all over the shower stall. Good, I hoped that I could hold off a little while longer. Then, I heard her gasp. I turned to see my Samantha standing there in a pair of tiny shorts and a tank top. Her hand covering her mouth as her other hand was gliding over her mound through her shorts, stroking herself. Fuck me that was a beautiful sight. I looked down and my cock hadn’t gone down.

Chapter 10: Samantha
    I had to go shower, I had been wearing the same thing for a long time and being on the plane for so long, had made me feel grimy. Normally I wouldn’t care, but I had the hottest excuse for a human I had ever seen, touching and kissing me, acting as though I was his to keep. I knew that soon he would want to make it official, by fucking me into surrendering to his will. I wasn’t stupid. I may be young, and naïve, but not stupid.
    The shower felt amazing. It was one of those with about five jets, like I had before running away, but I needed to hurry. I was afraid he might join me in there. As much as I wanted it, I was scared all the same. I dressed in a light green tank top and a pair of white shorts. It was the coolest outfit I had packed for the Grecian heat. When I finished, I went to look for my boyfriend – if that was what I could call him. I couldn’t find him, but I thought I heard running water outside. Did they have sun storms here? It wasn’t the rain. I hadn’t realized that I would see the most tantalizing thing ever.
    It was my handsome giant, completely naked, with water sluicing down his rippling muscles. I knew I shouldn’t be standing there, basking in his gorgeous body, but I couldn’t pull away.
    I wanted to go over there and join him, to help him, wash himself. I continued to watch as he had just grabbed the loofa added the soap and began scrubbing his chest and shoulders. That was when I felt my panties drip. My shorts felt so confining, but I was too captivated by him, to take them off. I watched as he slid the loofa lower and it was then that I noticed the massive cock in between his legs. It was too big. Yet, my next thoughts were about what it could do to me, and what I wanted to do to it. I squeezed my breasts, hard. It only helped to increase my need. My heart raced as I climbed closer and closer to coming.
    He dropped the loofa and used his hand to stroke his meat. Over, and over, I watched as that manly hand went from base to tip, squeezing and stroking the long, thick erection. I lowered my hand to my pussy and rubbed myself through the jean shorts. I needed the relief that he was searching for. “Samantha,” Rick groaned. At first I thought he saw me there and I opened my eyes to see that he had his eyes closed and his head back. He was groaning out my name as he stroked himself and I wondered what he was picturing. Was he picturing me bent over the sofa as he drove into me, or was he picturing me on my knees giving him head, until he fed me his come? Just as I heard him shout out my name one more I time, I gasped as I came.
    He turned abruptly and caught me. I blushed profusely, as he just stared at the hand on my