Final Destination III by Nelle L'Amour Read Free Book Online Page B

me. “Wrap your arms around me,” he ordered. “Be careful with your hand.”
    I dutifully did what he said, clasping my fingers together to secure my grip around his wet, slippery body. My injured hand throbbed, but I carefully kept it high enough out of the water so that it wouldn’t get wet.
    “Are you okay?” asked my god.
    I nodded. He smiled. That dazzling dimpled smile that rendered me breathless. In one smooth, swift move, he hooked his hands on my hips, yanked me forward, and inched his cock inside me. It was so hot, so hard, so big. I gasped without reserve.
    “Oh, baby, you’ve got your own hot bath going on inside you. It feels so good.”
    I cried out with delight. Oh, how he filled me!
    He slid his hard rod down my warm, wet basin then slid it back up. He repeated the motion, but this time, holding on to him as tightly as I could, I thrust my hips forward to meet him. His groan met my moan as the tip of his hard length brushed against my hot spot.
    “That’s the way,” he breathed into my ear. He picked up his pace, creating little splashes of water in the tub each time he thrust his hard length deeper inside me. We were a harmonious chorus of moans, groans, and whimpers. His pulsating, grinding member was infusing me with unbearable pleasure, and I reveled in knowing I was pleasuring him. The waves of ecstasy had started below and were traveling to my head. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on.
    “NOW, baby!” roared Ari. He bit my shoulder as his organ exploded like a geyser inside me.
    Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! I squeezed his body and shrieked as glorious wave after wave of pure ecstasy swept through me. The release was exquisite. Like none other.
    Ari stayed inside me, letting me bathe his still hard magnificence in our sweet, warm juices. “Oh, Saarah,” he gasped in my ear.
    I was still holding on to him in the same position. I couldn’t move. It was like I was paralyzed. The gurgling water and my man’s sweet moaning was chamber music to my ears.
    Finally, Ari pulled out and carefully placed my bandaged leg over the side of the tub so that my bad knee wouldn’t get wet. My eyes never left him as he stood, like a god rising from the water. Water dripped from his chiseled body, his member still erect and engorged.
    Stepping out of the tub, he grabbed a white towel that was folded over a chrome rack and then gathered me once again in his arms. He stood me on my feet and wrapped the enormous towel around me, swaddling me like a baby. The warmth of the soft, fluffy pile (obviously it had been on a heater) saturated my body. He circled his arms around me and held me close against his bare, gold-threaded chest. With both arms pinned under the towel, there was nothing I could do but rest my head on his broad shoulder and breathe in his clean, intoxicating scent. I could still feel his hardness through the towel. That and the delicious throbbing below brought awareness into my being. I was lucky to be alive. Even luckier to have this gorgeous man, this god, in my life.
    I don’t know how long we stood there, stagnant, and stopped in time.
    His sultry voice brought me back to the moment. “Come.” He grabbed another towel and wrapped it around his waist. The golden hills and vales of his chest and arms stood out against the stark whiteness of the towel. God, was he beautiful ! I adjusted my towel, freeing my arms, and secured it tightly around my breasts. He clasped my good hand and led me back to his office. My knee was stiff and sore, but I followed him with ease.
    Back in his office, I let go of his hand and began to explore. “This space is amazing,” I said, peering out the floor-to-ceiling window, with its spectacular view of the City of Brotherly Love.
    “My palace in the sky.”
    I swiveled my head. He was pulling up a new pair of perfectly pleated gray slacks over his hard, taut ass, foregoing boxers. Obviously, he must have a closet somewhere in his office.
    “Miss