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I quickly scrambled to my knees in front of Andy as he smirked down at me from his towering height. “Are you going to let me fuck your little pussy raw then, my lil’ slut?”

I wordlessly reached for his length and pulled off the condom. I gave his thick cock two rough pumps and looked up at him as I slowly licked my lips. I took him into my mouth. He threw his head back, enjoying it for a moment, before pulling out of my slick lips. I stood up and tugged him into a quick, passionate kiss.

“Get back on the counter with your pussy facing me. And spread your legs. I’ll fuck you exactly how you want me to.”

I did exactly as he requested, with my legs and sex wide open for him. To add more to his view, I pulled one of his hands up to my face and sucked on his thumb, knowing exactly what that did to him. His Adam’s apple bobbed with a gulp at the lewd sight of me. As he slipped back into me, we both groaned in unison.

“So fucking beautiful.”

Andy licked his fingers and started playing with my clit. With his thumb in my mouth, I couldn’t respond, so I sucked his thumb the way I would his tip—loud and hard. His slow hips immediately flexed, plunging further into me, and I squirmed. I moaned lewdly as his thrusts continued to be delectably measured and methodical. He pulled his thumb out of my mouth to hold me down and I tried my best to keep my obscene wails hushed and quiet.

My legs quaked involuntarily at the way Andy was fucking me deep and slow. I was practically another thrust away from my second release. With each purposeful swipe of his fingers over my clit and his hot length filling me up over and over, I shakily climaxed again. He watched me through his lashes as the rhythm of his thrusts picked up in speed and intensity.

“Look at the way you’re creaming all over me.”

As he was fucking me into hypersensitivity, I looked down at our connected sexes and moaned at the sight. My eyes rolled back again as Andy’s powerful thrusts rendered me breathless. Each time I muttered his name, he would answer me with his deep-seated, electrifying thrusts. The sounds of our wet, filthy sex echoed loudly throughout the bathroom.

I let out a weak whimper with tears in the corner of my eyes. I felt another climax coming, with Andy knowing exactly where to hit at his breakneck speed. As I began to squirm and cry under him, he took every inch of me in with his twinkling, beautiful hazel green eyes like a crazed man.

So, this was the monster I didn’t know I released.

I came again in a violent, convulsing fashion as he laughed out loud. He continued to rut relentlessly into me as I shook under him. With a low and grumbling groan, he quickly pulled out of me and pumped streams of his milky release onto me.

Our bodies shook as we flashed each other sweaty, lopsided smiles. Andy looked so handsome as he stood there with his intensely bright eyes, flushed cheeks, and sweat-slicked chiseled body. He wiped my tears away and quickly pulled me into a slow, sweet kiss as our hearts gently came down from our highs. In our usual fashion, we giggled and laughed into each other’s mouths.

Without a doubt, I was certain we were going to buy Cindy several lunches for a while.

Chapter

Forty-One

“How the hell are you so good at everything?” I asked, amazed and a little jealous.

Andy looked up at me with his favorite mischievous grin. “I thought the nasty talk was just reserved for the bedroom, Tink?”

I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean.” I bumped my thigh into his as I gestured to the bouquets of flowers we were arranging the night before going back home.

He laughed. “I don’t know. YouTube videos and the Midas touch, I guess.”

I looked between our two bouquets for our moms, and he was better than me by far. I even helped him pick out the color scheme with whatever was available at the grocery store. Maybe it was because I planned on giving my mom a mixed bouquet of pink lilies, and it was hard for me to perfectly balance it out. Or, floral arrangement just wasn’t as easy as refurbishing an old piece of furniture.

“I don’t think I have an eye for this,” I muttered, grabbing a white lily.

Andy glanced at my flowers. “You arrange flowers exactly like how you sleep.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I was a little offended.

“That you’re a mess. Here, add a little more of the filler greens.” He leaned over to my side to grab my hand in his. He directed the lily I held to a specific spot, making the bouquet look a little more balanced and less awkward.

I watched him take hold of my bouquet. He started to zero in on fixing my mistakes. I must have made quite a few mistakes because he practically rearranged the whole bouquet by himself.

“I’m surprised you’re this bad at arranging flowers when you’re a designer. Aren’t you supposed to have an eye for aesthetics?”

I laughed. “I’m an interior designer.”

“Don’t you do some freelance decorating work for Shoua, though? You helped me out with my place, didn’t you? I doubt my home would have looked this amazing if you didn’t put your hard work and effort into decorating it for me.”

“I did, but just because I like designing and decorating doesn’t automatically mean I should be good at floral arrangements.”

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