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“Fuck yes. That’s feels so fucking good,” I praised her. “Look at me.”
She glanced up at me with her eyes watering, and seeing that made me fuck her harder. She looked fucking stunning with tears streaming down her face, and my cock rammed down her throat. “You know you’re gonna swallow, don’t you?” I stated, and she nodded as best she could. “I don’t want you to waste a drop of my cum.”
Another nod, and I drove home hard, thrusting into her mouth and moaning as my orgasm started to hit. My cock pulsed and throbbed as I came down her throat, and like the fucking goddess she was, she swallowed, just like I’d told her to, her eyes closed as she took everything I had to give her.
“That’s a good girl,” I told her, stroking her hair as she swallowed and sucked. “Mygood girl.”
Once she’d taken every drop, I pulled out of her mouth and then reached down and rubbed my thumb over her swollen lips. Then I put my thumb in my mouth and sucked, humming in appreciation at the taste of her and me.
“Who knew?” I rasped, unable to keep the grin off my face. “That Maya Cole would become my dirty little cum slut.” And then, grinning wider, I added, “I fucking love it.”
Her wide-eyed gaze as she stared up at me made me want to flip her over and go again. And when she said, “Are you going to fuck me in the ass now?” I couldn’t hold in my growl.
Where had this perfect angel come from?
Because right now, I felt like every damn prayer I’d ever made was coming true.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Maya
He was insatiable, and I wanted to keep up with him. Show him that I was his equal in every way. So, I asked him, “Are you going to fuck me in the ass now?” and he growled. He fucking growled, showing that I’d said the right thing, and at the same time making me feel nervous.
I was getting a lot of firsts tonight. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that one. But he sat back on the bed opposite me, and took my face in his hands, caressing my cheek, stroking with his thumb as he shook his head.
“I’m a bastard. You know I am. But even I think it’d be best for you if we left that first for another day. Unless you want me to totally ruin you?” He paused to see how I would respond, and when I didn’t, he added, “Let’s head to the shower and get you cleaned up. Let me look after you. And then after, we’ll see where the night takes us.”
I nodded, and he took my hand, climbed off the bed and led us through to the bathroom.
Once inside, he reached into the shower stall to turn the water on, waited for it to heat up and then walked us forward to stand underneath as the hot water cascaded over us.
I was sore, so the sensation of the hot water trickling over my skin helped to soothe some of the aches, and as I tilted my head back and ran my hands over my scalp to push the water through, he pushed himself against me and murmured, “You make everything so sexy,” as he snuggled his face into my neck. “I don’t think I’ll ever want to take a shower again unless it’s with you.”
“I don’t think we’d get much showering done, though, if that’s the case,” I replied with a hint of humour, and he moved his head to look at me.
“I can take care of you in a lot of ways in a shower like this.”
“Is that so?” I teased, picking up the shower gel.
“Very much so.” He winked as he took the bottle of gel from my hands, squeezed some out and started to lather it, rubbing his soapy hands slowly over my breasts.
“That’s the part you think needs the most cleaning?” I quirked my brow, and he smirked back at me.
“It’s the part I want to clean first. But you are a dirty girl. I think there’s parts of you that are going to need very close attention.”
“And those would be?” I continued to taunt him, pushing my chest forward and licking his wet cheek, catching the shower droplets on my tongue and then licking my lips.
“You’re a fucking tease,” he rasped. “Has anyone ever told you that?”
“No. But I haven’t wanted to tease anyone before. Not until you,” I replied, and his reaction to what I’d said, that he was the only man to have me like this, ignited a fire inside him.
He grabbed my arm and spun me around, so my back was to him, and he whisper-growled in my ear, “See that handrail on the wall?”
I nodded.
“I need you to bend over and hold it.”
I did as he asked, bending over a little and holding the rail with my hand, but I heard a tsk, and he added, “You can do better than that. Now hold on with both hands, Maya.”
