Page 157 of WTF

The head of my cock was damp and aching, and even though my hand was on it, it was not the hand I craved.

The second he lowered the trimmers, his nose replaced them. I groaned long and low as he pushed his face into me, licking the freshly shaven skin. I rocked a little against his tongue, rubbing myself on his face.

I whimpered when he pulled back, moving from between my thighs.

“Forearms on the counter, ass out.”

My body was still humming, the blood in my veins thick. His hands curled around my hips, giving them a pat. “Present your ass for me,” he growled against my ear.

My forearms hit the counter, head dropping between my arms.

“I fucking love your ass. Almost as much as I love your dick,” he said, palming my cheeks and massaging them.

“Spread those pretty thighs for me, angel. Spread them wide.”

I did, my chest practically lying across the counter now. I felt him reach for the trimmers, and I glanced over my shoulder.

He paused, eyes meeting mine. “You trust me?”

“More than anyone.”

“Hold your ass open.”

Heart thumping, I braced my chest on the cold counter, reaching around to hold my cheeks apart. Cold air brushed my exposed hole and the space around it, and I felt more naked than ever before.

“I’m a fucking sinner. With this ass in existence, I will never be a saint,” he murmured, switching on the tool once more.

Just the sound of it made my hole clench, my teeth sinking into my lip.

“Head down. Close your eyes,” he ordered, and I did it without second thought.

His body, which was now as naked as mine, blanketed my back, his thick erection pressing right against my wide-open crack as he bent over me.

I hissed, wiggling against his rod.

“If I do something you don’t like, tell me to stop, and I’ll stop,” he said, teeth nipping my ear. “You’re safe with me, angel. Always.”

I would let him disassemble my body and then thank him after. I was so far gone for this man I could barely even think.

Pushing my ass against his dick, I whined, and he laughed lightly against my ear. “Patience, my little Nordic warrior. Good things come to those who wait.”

His body left mine, one hand pushing against the small of my back as though he thought he might need to hold me in place.

“Keep those cheeks spread,” he murmured then laid the trimmers against my crack.

I jolted a little, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through my already flooded system. He chuckled a little, pressing me harder against the counter.

“Hold still. I don’t want to cut you,” he instructed as he used gentle, sure movements to shave my freaking crack. “You’re going to be so smooth for me,” he praised as he worked. “My cum is going to soak right in.”

I whimpered.

“Look at my pretty pink hole,” he murmured, laying a finger against it.

I arched into the counter, and his finger pressed a little harder but not quite enough to slip in.

“Please, Win,” I begged.

His finger left, but before I could complain, the vibrating handle of the trimmer replaced it. I groaned, fingers going slack against my ass.