Ripper's Torment(22)

“I can wash myself,” she said, going to turn around. He stopped her, tightening his grip on her shoulder to keep her in place. Licking her lips, she stayed still as he soaped her body.

“I’m going to do what I want,” he said, working the soap down her back. When his hands were covered in soap he used them to wash her body. She gasped as he paid careful attention to her breasts then between her legs. “I’ve got to get you all nice and clean. I can’t have you feeling dirty.”

Once all the soap was off his hands she expected him to take his turn. That was not the case. His hands rubbed against her skin, taking his time almost as if to memorize her shape. Up his hands went to cup her tits. His thumb pressed on her nipples then pinched them creating a spark of pleasure that took her completely by surprise.

She whimpered.

“Are you nice and wet for me, Judi?” he asked, whispering the words against her ear.

Jerking her head, she had no choice but to stand in his arms waiting.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“I’m wet,” she said, crying out.

One of his palms cupped her pussy. She felt him slide between her folds, going down to sink a finger inside her.

“Fuck, baby, you’re fucking wet.” A second finger was added inside her stretching her out. “You’re tight as well. I’m a big man, baby. I’ve got to make sure you can fit me inside your tight little cunt.” He pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy. Each delicious pump of his hand made it hard for her to concentrate. There was a burning sensation from being stretched from his fingers alone.

From the moment Devil entered her life she’d not been with a man since. She didn’t touch herself or invite men to think anything else. Judi had kept them at arms’ length until Ripper. There was so much more she wanted from him but couldn’t find the right words to tell him what she really wanted.

“Do you always talk?” she asked. His words were not offending her. They turned her on. He had one of those voices that struck her hard, melting her.

“Baby, I want the woman I’m with to know what I want. Get used to me talking, telling you what I like.”

She whimpered as another finger penetrated her pussy.

“Get used to this pussy being fucked. When you let me inside your body, Judi, I know I’m going to be in heaven. You’ll give me everything and take everything I’ve got to give you.” He worked his fingers in and out. Her cream lubricated his movements. Biting her lip, she reached out to the wall to hold herself up. Palms flat, she felt his body still pressed firmly behind her. “Your pussy is going to be like heaven. I’m never going to be able to find pleasure anywhere else. Will you give me your pussy whenever I need to fuck?” he asked.

She closed her eyes, thinking about what he said. There was a time the thought of sex repulsed her, but not anymore. Her body was on fire for Ripper and his brand of sex.

“Please,” she said, moaning as his thumb pressed to her clit.

“Do you want to come over my fingers, baby? Do I get to feel your cream soaking my fingers?”

Words failed her as her body took over demanding to be heard.

“Come on, Judi, give me your orgasm. Let me hear you scream.”

Nothing else mattered. Her past fell away, and the only people left in the world were her and Ripper.

“Trust me, baby. I’ll be here to catch you, always.”

His thumb stroked over her nub, and her orgasm crashed over her, taking her breath away. Her grip on the wall held her up.

“That’s it, Judi. I can feel your cream coating my fingers. Give me your cum.”

Ripper’s words tore into her soul leaving nothing in its place. She never thought she’d be able to have something like this with anyone else. Every word that left his lips opened her up to more.

“Such a good girl. Give me it all.” His touch didn’t stop until he was satisfied.

Slowly, he moved his hand away holding her hips.

“Now it’s your turn to wash me.” He took her place standing under the water. She picked up the soap then started to touch his skin. His back was covered in tattoos. None of them really stood out. His flesh was a work of art.

“Do you have a thing for needles?” she asked, caressing down his back.

“I love feeling the bite in my skin.”

The designs were amazing, beautiful, and breathtaking, like the male. His hair darkened from the water. She soaped his back and ass going to her knees to do his feet. She stepped to the side to wash his front. Any chance she got to look at him she would take.

His cock was thrust out, long, thick and pulsed to life. Her hands shook as she did his chest working her way down to his cock.