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My eyes nearly roll in the back of my head. His touch is so skilled, so precise, I nearly come again from a few flicks of his finger on my clit.

“The next time you come, I want to be inside of you.”

“Please. Oh please,” I beg.

I feel him press the wide crest of his cock against my opening. I’m so small, so petite, and he is so looming and large, this is going to be rough… and I’m excited for it.

I’m stretched wider with each inch he pushes into me, and when I think surely this is all of him, he grips my ass cheeks in his hands, opens me up even wider, and pushes home, filling me completely.

“Holy fuck!” I scream. It hurts, it hurts so badly but ohhhh it feels so good.

“Are you okay?” He slides his hand up my spine to the base of my neck then higher, wrapping my hair into his strong fingers.

“I’m fucking perfect.”

“I like that answer.” He takes the fistful of my hair, yanks my head back and begins to pump, fucking me hard, fast, and rough.

I can hear the sound of our skin connecting, but the splashes of water lapping violently around us fills that void, mixing with those delicious guttural groans leaving his lips. It’s heady, hedonistic, and delicious.

“More. More. More,” I beg, and he happily obliges.

I feel like I’m floating on a river, closer and closer to a waterfall. My skin is on fire and my knuckles are white from my grip on the poolside.

“Your pussy is so good. So tight and small. Fuck,” he growls like an animal. “Come for me. Come on my cock. Show me how much you like it.”

I’m putty in his hands, an apprentice to his sorcerer, a goddess to his Nordic ritual… and I come… loudly… roughly… gloriously.

He follows suit, burying himself deep in my body with a deep, vibrating moan. I feel each pulse of his cock, milking it until there is nothing left.

“I’m never going to get enough of this,” I say, as he leans over me, resting his cheek on my back, still inside of my body.

“Good, because I’m not anywhere close to finished with you yet.”

Chapter 11

Ash

If I thought havingher in the cover of darkness, chasing only our carnal desires was hot, this is on fire. If I thought fucking her in my pool was my top-tier fantasy, this blew it out of the fucking water.

Because having Wren Price, riding me, in my bed, in the broad light of day is better than I could have ever imagined.

I can see every freckle, every perfect little, what she’d call, imperfection. Her curves, the small beauty mark that resides between her breasts.

Fuck, I could stare at her forever.

Later, after we’ve showered together, we don’t even bother getting completely dressed. She stays in a pair of panties and I stay in my boxers while we forage for snacks in the kitchen and lie on my back deck, playing checkers.

Life doesn’t get any better than this.

“Ha! King me,” she says excitedly as she jumps over my black piece and places her red on a space on my side of the board.

“You’ve spent too much time playing this with Casey,” I say, adding a second red piece on top of hers, giving it king status. “You’re too good at it.”

“Maybe you just suck at it,” she teases, sticking her tongue out at me. “I’m also the reigning Clue champion in my family. You don’t even want to test me there. I’ve never lost a game.”

“You have Clue championships at home?”

“Absolutely. We mean business. Clue isn’t something we play about. It’s a serious thing. It’s hard to even get anyone to play with me anymore.

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