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Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

His broad shoulders and powerful arms connect to a sculpted chest and an inhuman amount of abs. There is a light patch of dark chest hair and a faint trail of hair on his flat abdomen disappearing into his jeans.

Jeans that cover a rather large budge. He catches me looking and smirks. Slowly he slides down the zipper, then hooks his thumbs in the waistband, pulling off his pants and underwear at the same time.

Oh. My. God. While I admittedly do not have personal experience with the male anatomy, I’m not a nun. That cannot be the normal size. He isn’t hard and still his cock is massive. I swallow.

He stalks forward until he’s standing in front of me on the counter. He spreads my knees apart and steps between them. His eyes are almost black, molten heat washing over my body. He takes the edge of my shirt and slowly drags it up and over my head. His eyes rake down my chest, and a low growl rumbles from him, like I really am about to be devoured.

He grips my hips and slides me off the counter, turning me to face the mirror. I feel him unhook the back of my bra, and then the straps slide down my arms. He leans forward, dipping his head to my neck, kissing it, and causing goosebumps to break out over my body. His large, rough hands slide around my ribs and cup my breasts like he’s weighing them. Then he kneads the sensitive flesh and starts to roll my hard nipples between his fingers. I moan, my head falling back. He runs his mouth down the side of my neck and bites down where it meets my shoulder. I gasp, the sharp twinge of pain mixing with the divine sensations coming from my nipples and sending a small wave of pleasure straight to my pussy.

His hands roam lower, to the waistband of my jeans. He teases his fingers back and forth along my belly before popping open the button and sliding down the zipper. I catch our reflection in the mirror. My lips are parted and my face is flushed, my fair skin pressed against his hard, naked body. He towers over me, a wall of bronzed muscle, his hands slowly undressing me, his eyes burning with desire. He pushes the fabric off my hips, letting it tangle around my knees. He holds his palm over the front of my pussy, still covered with a minuscule layer of cloth, like he’s claiming it. Then he slowly pulls down the rest of the material, leaving me naked.

I can feel his hard cock pressed against me.

He whispers into my ear, “Am I going to find this beautiful pussy already soaked for me?”

I open my mouth to speak, but only get a little squeak out. I nod.

“Good girl.” He slowly traces one finger down my seam, slipping between my folds, stopping to swirl around my swollen, throbbing clit. Some sort of choked moan comes out of my throat. He pushes further, sliding down to my entrance.

“Oh, you’re so very wet,” he whispers against my hair, his voice husky.

His finger slowly sinks inside of me, rubbing along a sensitive spot on the front of my pussy. I gasp.

“Fuck, you’re tight, kitten.” He slides his finger in and out of me, slowly, rhythmically. It’s amazing. Ever so briefly I consider telling him that I’m a virgin. Then I decide I’m not taking the slightest chance that he will stop.

My eyes closed, I’m leaning against his chest when I feel the pressure increase as he slowly slides another of this thick fingers inside of me.

“Oh my god,” I moan. I feel a satisfied chuckle against my back. He thrusts them in and out of me, twisting them, exploring the spots that made me gasp and moan. Spots I didn’t know were there. His other arm wraps around my chest, and he starts to massage my breasts again. I feel the pressure building in my core, my heart frantic, the wet sounds of his fingers fucking in and out of me filling the room.

When he pinches down on my nipple, the sharp sting of pain travels straight to my clit. I feel my back arch as the pressure explodes across me, stealing my breath and making stars dance behind my closed eyes.

Vincent twists me around and slides his wet fingers over my lips.

“Open,” he commands.

He pushes his fingers into my mouth, and I lick them. Then he growls and crushes his lips to mine, kissing me until I’m dizzy. His big hands trace down my back and knead my ass, before hoisting me in the air. I wrap my legs around his hips as he walks us into the steamy shower, his lips still pressed to mine.

CHAPTER 19

Vincent

I know I’ve made a terrible mistake the second I watch her come on my fingers. Now that I know what her sweet pussy tastes like after kissing her lips, I don’t think I’ll ever let her go.

I walk us into the shower, immersed in a thick blanket of steam. Sarah has her long, lithe legs wrapped around my hips, my cock sliding between the folds of her pussy. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks are flushed, and I can see the pounding pulse in her neck. She opens her hazy, unfocused eyes, and they finally lock with mine.

“Hi.” She smiles.

“Hi, yourself.”

Then I see a mischievous flash in her eyes as she slowly starts to rock her hips, sliding her pussy back and forth on the length of my cock. She’s drenched, and I groan. “We’re never going to get washed if you keep doing that, kitten.”

She smiles sweetly. “Vincent?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t give a fuck about the shower.”

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