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Then she weaves her fingers in my hair and crushes her lips to mine. I spin us, so I’m blocking the hot spray with my back. I hear her gasp as the cool glass wall presses against hers.

It’s like we’re back on the roof again, her legs wrapped around my hips and my lips meeting hers. This time, when she grinds her core against my cock, I can feel her wet heat directly against my skin.

My cock pressed against her entrance, I growl into her ear, “Oh, you’re definitely mine now.”

Her lips part on a moan, and I capture it with my mouth, still tasting the last trace of her own juices. Then I thrust my cock into her, burying it to the hilt in her tight, wet heat.

Hindsight really is 20/20.

Her moan turns into a sharp cry, and I feel her body tense. She’s so fucking tight. Too tight.

Impossible.

I freeze and look down to where we’re joined, where my cock disappears into her body. There’s a pink tinge to the water running down the drain.

My gaze snaps to hers. Her blue-grey eyes are clear, and she chews on the corner of her bottom lip. Then she looks away and blushes, like she can’t meet my eyes anymore.

“Kitten,” I say, wrapping my arms around her so she’s pulled tight to my chest and off of the hard glass. “Why didn’t you say something?”

She sighs. “I don’t know. I didn’t think you’d know, since I dance, so I figured I wasn’t going to bleed and…”

“You didn’t think I’d notice that I was the first man to be inside your perfect pussy?”

She gives a little giggle. “No?”

The laugh makes her body shake, and I can feel it all the way down to my dick, which is still painfully hard, and still deep inside of her. I growl.

Fucking mine.

With a level of self-control I wasn’t aware I had, I start to slowly fuck her, sliding my cock in and out of her tight, wet center. When she lets out a deep moan and angles her hips to meet mine, the tiny thread of restraint snaps. I fist my hands into her hair and thrust my full length into her small body. She screams my name, and I’m a monster because it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. I start to kiss, lick, and suck on her perky breasts. I take one pink, hard nipple in my mouth and get rewarded with a moan. I start to roll her other nipple between my fingers.

“Oh god…” she murmurs.

“Oh, kitten, it better be my name you call out when you come, or I’ll spank your ass red,” I growl at her.

She starts a run-on chant of “oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.” Her arms are around my shoulders, her little nails digging into my skin as her fingers curl up. She’s panting and I can feel the walls of her slick cunt trembling. I sink my teeth into the soft skin of her breast.

When I hear my name on her lips, I capture them with mine, kissing her through her orgasm, her sweet pussy clamped down around my cock. I follow her over the edge, my shaft swelling even more before I’m pouring cum deep inside of her.

CHAPTER 20

Sarah

Holy mother of God.

He’s still holding me, my shaking legs wrapped around his hips, his cock still inside of me. My head falls back and lands against the glass wall with an ungraceful thwack. And I do not care. I’m not actually sure I’ll care about anything ever again.

Vincent plants a kiss on my throat, right over my throbbing pulse.

Did he just… growl a little? I swear I heard it.

His shaft slips from my body, and I feel his cum leaking out of my pussy. He turns us into the shower spray and slowly sets me down. I feel like a baby deer learning to walk. A sore baby deer.

He starts to wash me, working shampoo through my hair, his strong fingers massaging my scalp and sending goosebumps down my body. He soaps and scrubs the rest of me, then himself, and rinses us both before turning the shower off.

He picks me up bridal style, then heads for the glass sliding door.

“You realize we’re naked, right?” I ask.

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