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“Please, Tobias. I want to try it,” I whisper, softly kissing him to reassure him that I mean what I’m saying.
“Let me get a condom,” he whispers back.
“If you’re good with it… I’m on birth control.” I kiss him again.
“I got tested with everything else that was going on… but are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Yes. Absolutely sure. I’ve been fantasizing about it, honestly.” His hand slips over my mouth and he closes his eyes leaning his forehead against my temple.
“Fucking Christ, Scarlett.” He breathes against my skin and then kisses his way down, his hand sliding over mine while I continue to tease my clit. “I want to see my come dripping out of you so badly. Since that first night. I just thought you were too sweet to want someone like me.”
“You’re the only one I’d want it with.”
“Fuck me.” He grins, grabbing a fistful of my hair. He pulls and my head tilts back as he kisses my throat. “You are my whore, aren’t you? Made so fucking dirty just for me.”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He nips at my neck. “Bend over then and show me how well you take me.”
I do as he asks, holding the towel bar for support as he slides inside me.
“I can’t fuck you as hard as I want, Spitfire. Not yet. But soon. In the meantime though, I still want to hear you.”
“Yes,” I moan when he slides out and back in again. Nothing and no one—no vibrator or former boyfriend—compares to how good he feels. How perfectly he fills and stretches me when he fucks me. I’d pay for it if I had to. I smirk, and he catches it in the mirror beside us.
“Something funny?”
“How good you feel. That I’d pay for it the same way you’d pay to watch me as a cam girl.”
“Yeah. You like it when I watch don’t you? Like when you were parading around in soaking wet see-through underwear because you were desperate to have me fuck you.”
“Yes.”
“Love it so much you had to ride my face when you found me. Even when you got off you still needed to suck my cock. And fuck… do you suck me well. Like my own fucking whore.”
He hits me in just the right spot, his cock sliding in and out and over just as he calls me a whore, and I moan out his name because I’m close. His fingers dig into my hips, and I circle my clit faster as he takes me closer. Every little nerve ending I have is on fire between his touch and his voice.
“Gonna take more of me when I fill this tight little cunt.” He pulls on my hair as he takes me deeper, and I start to come apart. All the touches and sensations are way too much for me to hold out any longer.
“Don’t stop touching yourself. Keep going. I want your fingers on your clit when I fill you up. You fucking hear me?”
“Yes,” I whimper, the sensation of my last orgasm dulling as I try to bring another one up.
“Fucking fuck. Your cunt is so tight…” he curses as he starts to come inside me, filling me as I try for one more wave of pleasure. Desperately chasing the edge of it.
When he opens his eyes and sees me, he turns me around and pins me up against the wall. His hand around my throat as he dips his fingers inside me, a sly smile as he feels his come slipping over his fingers and down my legs. His fingers pump in and out of me while his thumb slides over my clit as he follows the same rhythm I had a moment before. I start to shiver under his touch, feeling another orgasm bloom under the weight of it, and he smirks.
“Yeah. You just needed me. My come. My hands. I know, Scarlett. Come for me like a good fucking girl.”
I collapse against him a moment later, a whimpering, gasping mess from how much stronger it is the second time around. Every nerve ending I have is raw and exhausted by the time he’s finished with me.
He kisses my temple and pulls me into the shower, kissing my lips and throat as he slides us both under the water.
“I don’t deserve you. You’re too fucking good for me. But I love watching you fall apart like that. Love how much you like to try things with me.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, and he holds me, running his fingers gently over my hair as the water soaks the strands and they start to cling to my skin. It feels like we start to cling to each other, melding into one perfectly satisfied mess.
We don’t say much as we get cleaned up, he helps wash me and I wash his back as my lips chase the rivulets of water down his spine. This man is going to be my undoing. There’s very little chance at this point, I don’t fall for him if I haven’t lost myself already to it. But I don’t care. Even if it crashes or burns. I just want more of him as long as I can have it.
