Page 97 of Only Fate

Thick curves and a plump ass.

Since college, she’s been my personal wet dream.

But now, that dream is my reality.

The water doesn’t take long to warm, and as soon as we’reunder the showerheads, my mouth is on hers. I feel so alive as I run my hands down her wet body and back her up against the shower wall.

Neither of us worries about even attempting to pretend to wash ourselves.

Our bodies instantly meet, our mouths on each other’s, and she moans when my tongue massages hers. I rip open the condom, drop the wrapper on the tiled floor, and slide it onto my erection. She lowers her hand to my cock, slowly stroking me, and I hiss through my teeth.

When I slip two fingers inside her pussy and stroke her, her hand falls, and her back straightens against the wall.

“Oh my God,” she moans, gripping on to my shoulders as I finger her.

My cock is throbbing as it slides against her leg, but I want to get her off with my fingers first.

With how hard my heart is pounding, I know as soon as I get inside her, my dick is going to be ready to bust.

Essie wraps her arms around my neck. “Don’t be gentle with me, Adrian. Fuck me against this wallhard.”

“All right then, baby,” I say, smiling against her lips while pulling my fingers from her pussy.

A second later, I kneel to line my cock up with her entrance, and she groans when I stand, pushing my cock inside her. I give her a second to adjust to my size, and she tightens her hold on me, dragging me closer.

I pick her up, wrapping both her legs around my waist, and slap a hand against the wall to keep us steady. Her wet hair drips on my face as I pound inside her.

Over and over and over.

She meets my grunts with her moans.

I know we’re both going to be sore after this.

Knowing I’m close, I have to get her off before I do. I rotate my hips, trying to hit every angle I can inside her.

“Right there, right there,” she says when I hit the spot.

I stay there and thrust my hips forward, shoving my face into her neck and sucking on it. A few strokes later, her nails bite into my neck. I hold her body tighter as it goes slack, losing all muscle power. A burst of pleasure shoots through me as I move faster.

I groan her name as I fill the condom with my release.

It takes us a second to gain our composure, and I help her down to her feet.

“Well,” she says, drawing out the word, “shower sex is definitely fun … and dangerous.”

“We’ll do it a few more times.” I smack a peck on her lips. “You and I can perfect everything, baby.”

After we’re showered and drying off, Essie’s phone beeps.

She picks it up and reads the text. “My mom asked if we want to come over for breakfast. Either she noticed your car here or River told them about our sleepover.”

I pull my shirt over my head. “I’m always up for a good morning meal,especiallyafter you exhausted me.” I stop for a second before grabbing my pants. “They’re cool with me staying over, right?”

“That sounds way too high school for my liking,” she jokes. “But my parents know we’re adults. Plus, after last night, I’m positive they’re Adrian fans.”

I playfully drag my hand over my forehead in aphewgesture.

We dress, leave her cottage, and find Essie’s mom, Carolina in the kitchen when we walk into the main house. The smell of biscuits and cinnamon wafts through the air.

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