Chapter Forty-Eight
He turned on the water, stripping off his clothes. He reached for his c**k and stroked his hardening shaft as he waited for the water to heat up. His mind was already starting to build a fantasy that he was going to happily indulge in. He stepped into the shower and let the hot water cascade down his muscular body as he teased his c**k slowly.
In his fantasy, Abby was here with him in the shower. He reached for the body wash and lathered it onto a washcloth, running it over his chest as he imagined it was Abby’s hands teasing and caressing the muscles of his chest, before going lower as she helped him wash his tight abs.
Drake leaned his back against the wall and stroked himself with the washcloth. Biting his lip at the texture of it before he dropped the washcloth.
