Key West Lacey Alexander (sad books to read .txt) 📖

let out a distressed sigh. “I’m not sure this one is going to fit. It’s so huge. I don’t think it’s going to work.”

He tilted his head. He wanted desperately to keep trying. He wanted desperately to fuck her…to make love to her. Yep, make love, because after all they were going through to get there, by the time it happened, he knew it was going to be more than just a fuck. Maybe it would have been more than just a fuck anyway, given how thoroughly she’d taken over his mind and permeated his senses. Either way, he didn’t want to quit—he wanted so badly to know the joy of being inside her, of having her wrap her arms and legs around him, of having her pant and moan for his cock—not one of these toys, and to come in her. He needed to come in her like he needed to breathe.

“I’ve got an idea,” he said.

She sat up slightly, on her elbows. “What?”

“Do you have a razor here?”

She nodded, looking uncertain.

“Shaving cream?”

“Yeah.”

He smiled slightly. “Do you trust me?”

She nodded again, looking so serious it made his heart feel like it was bending, twisting into a knot in his chest.

“Then come with me,” he said, taking her hand and helping her up from the bed.

He led her into the bathroom, pleased to see a big, oval-shaped Jacuzzi tub. Turning on the water and testing it for warmth, he plugged the tub and added a generous helping of the bubble bath he found on the sink. She stood behind him naked the whole time, clearly waiting to be filled in, until finally she said, “What are you doing?”

He turned on her with a grin. “Brace yourself.”

Her eyes went wide.

“I’m gonna shave your pussy,” he said.

Chapter Six

“What?” she gasped, clearly stunned.

“You heard me,” he replied with a smile. “I’m gonna shave the hair off your pussy.”

“Why?” She looked completely confused.

“Two reasons,” he said, holding up two fingers. “One—I like shaved pussies. And two—it’ll excite you. So much that maybe, just maybe, you’ll open up enough to get me inside.”

She simply blinked. “What makes you so sure it’ll excite me?”

He hesitated, not wanting to say too much, wanting to make sure she felt special—because she was special. “I just happen to know that most women find it very erotic to remove the hair from their pussies, whether they do it or someone else does.”

“Have you shaved someone before?”

He grinned. “No. It’ll be a first.”

She raised her eyebrows. “And you think I’m going to let you play with a razor there?”

“That’s where the trust comes in, angel.”

She sighed. “And do you feel totally confident you can accomplish this without cutting me?”

He tilted his head. “I wouldn’t have suggested it if I had even the slightest doubt.” He narrowed his gaze on her. “Besides, I can’t imagine anything hotter than removing your hair there, baring your pussy to me. Think of it as…a gift. That you’re giving me.”

Carrie’s breathing began to feel uneven. She was beginning to think there was honestly nothing—nothing—she would deny this man. For even as his request had turned her instantly nervous, so far he’d brought her only the greatest pleasure, and as she contemplated having him kneel between her legs and shave her, her pussy began to feel even more engorged with heat than it had all night, tingling and achy. “Okay,” she said.

She expected him to flash his usual sexy grin, but instead, he only narrowed his eyes into hot slits. “Get the shaving cream.”

She turned to dig in the bag where she’d packed her bathroom items, producing a lavender can and a pink disposable razor. He took them from her and set them on the edge of the tub, then turned off the water. Stepping in, he settled slowly down into the frothing bubbles before patting the tub’s edge. “Sit here.”

Immersing her feet in the warm water beneath the white suds, she lowered her ass to the side of the tub.

“Spread your legs, as wide as you can, and sit as close to the edge as possible.”

She did as he asked, scooting outward a couple of inches.

He moved between her legs, studying her pussy. “So fucking pretty, baby,” he breathed, lowering a light kiss to her swollen clit. The pleasure shot through her, thick and sweet. He smiled up into her eyes. “But it’s gonna be even prettier in a few minutes.”

She bit her lip, watching as he shook up her shaving cream and sprayed a dollop into his palm. He took two slow swipes with it, one on each side of her gaping slit, gliding it down toward her ass.

Lifting the razor, he drew it swift but gentle up from the back of her thigh over the widest part of her mound. The sight of him, doing something so personal, in the most intimate place on her body, added to the sensations in her pussy, igniting fresh flames.

He worked carefully, slowly, coming in from the outer region, easing the razor up the ridge that edged her pink slit. Each stroke filled her with a new, deeper sort of lust. Her breasts grew so heavy she could barely stand it, and she could have sworn her cunt swelled with excitement even as he worked over it.

When he finished the first side, he smiled up at her. “Your pussy’s so hot, angel.”

She nearly hissed in her breath as ripples of pleasure ran up her arms, down her thighs. “Sure as hell getting that way,” she murmured.

He grinned. “I told you.”

She could only nod.

He shaved the other side in the same slow, deliberate fashion. The entire time, her cunt felt on the edge of explosion. Watching, she could see her mound being denuded, just like she’d noticed on some girls who’d eventually gotten naked on the Party Barge, and on her hotel neighbor, Amy. It was as if she were baring herself—her body and soul—to him even further, as if she were letting him become even