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“That was the sweetest fucking thing I’ve tasted in a long time.”He rose to his feet, towering over me.

This close, I studied the tattoos that covered a good portion of his body.A couple I recognized.One matched the picture on the back of his cut.I’d have to ask him about them.

Later.When we weren’t naked.When I wasn’t about to feel him inside me.

I reached out and grasped his cock, running my hand down the length.

Deuce let out a strangled groan.

“That feel good?”I asked.

“Fuck, yeah.”He squinted through the dripping water.“Keep it up and you’re not going to get what you want.”

That put an end to my explorations.I so needed to feel that gorgeous cock inside me.

Deuce reached out of the shower and snagged the condom he’d left on the counter.Ripping it open with his teeth, he quickly rolled it over his massive hard-on.

Yup.I was about to get exactly what I wanted.

Deuce lowered his head to sear my lips with a kiss.I raised my arms and held onto his shoulders as he grasped his cock and guided it through the soft folds guarding my entrance.

I had a brief moment of panic as I realized just how big he was.

As if he could read my mind, Deuce whispered in my ear.“It’s okay, you can handle me.”Lifting me, he wrapped my leg around his hips, cradling me against his hard body.He worked his way into me one agonizingly slow inch at a time until I felt his balls slapping up against me.

I felt full.Tight.Stretched to the limit.But he was right.I could handle him.Barely.

He paused for a moment, let me adjust to his size.Then he rocked his hips.Exquisite pleasure lanced through me.He rocked them again.

I let out a low moan.I wanted more.I wanted faster.

He stopped moving.“You okay?Did I hurt you?”

What guy asks that when he’s buried balls deep?

“No.More.”I wasn’t nearly as lucid.

He must have understood me.Pulling back a tad, he thrust deep.

I was on fire, heat building in my belly and blazing outward.

I locked my arms behind his neck, afraid I’d fall if I let go.

The warm water cascaded over me, adding to the intense sensations.

A second orgasm blasted through me and I sagged, barely able to hold myself upright.I let out an incoherent cry as pleasure so sharp it almost hurt racked through me.Moments later, Deuce let out a triumphant yell as his own orgasm consumed him.

We stayed there, locked together, his cock still buried in me.Time ceased to matter as we gasped for air, cocooned in the wet warmth of the shower.

A voice from downstairs penetrated my blissful haze.

“Hello?Sophia?Where are you, and what’s with the motorcycle in your carport and who are those guys outside?”

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Deuce

Sophia stiffened against me.Must be her friend Janet, or the prospects wouldn’t have let her in the house.

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