Page 228 of The Perfect Wrong

Only trouble is I’m afraid I’ll plow us right through the wall if I take her right here.

With a gentle pull, I lead her into the shower, then twist the knob for the rainfall showerhead, smiling as hot, steamy water sprays down on us.

She stands there for a moment like she’s awestruck, curious and throbbing and questioning if I’m real.

Her nipples are in full bloom, pink nubs screaming to be sucked.

Shit, I can’t hold back.

So I push her against the wall with a groan heaving up my throat and take one tit like a starving man before I turn her around.

Delia arches her back, grinding her ass against my dick when I ratchet up the tension, whimpering louder than usual.

It’s so close tothe sound,but not quite.

Let me fix that.

My free hand wraps around her leg and dives up, searching for her clit. When I find it, I draw circles on her sweetness, squeezing her other nipple, shoving my lips down to her round ear.

“Is it really you?” she moans, just as my thumb darts across her bud.

“I’m still the same man, Delia. Theonlyman you’ll be fucking for the rest of your life. They couldn’t break me. They couldn’t take me away from you. They couldn’t ruin what I’ll always feel. Need you more than ever, woman. Every delicious bit of you wrapped around me.”

And I’ll have it, too.

I spread her legs and push into her, grinding my pubic bone against her ass.

She cries out as my cock fills her, sinking in to the hilt, the perfect opportunity to grab her wet, dark hair and tangle it in my fist.

While I was laid up in the hospital, I told myself we’d have a nice, slow, heartfelt reunion fuck when the time finally came.

Now that I’m actually here, I can’t dream of anything else than the desperate slashing rhythm of our bodies, this need to find our release together.

We go good and hard.

The shower’s warmth only fuels our frenzy, making our skin that much more sensitive.

I rear back, crashing into her harder, more crazed every time.

Two minutes in, I’m part wolf, driving in so hard I could bruise her.

But I want to light this girl on fire.

I want to burn us both the fuck down and kiss her back to life like the fairy-tale creature she is.

My thrusts quicken, stealing more gasps from her throat. I reach up, gingerly cupping her throat with my hand, before I push my thumb into her mouth.

“Oh. Oh, shit. Chris!”

She arches her back like a cat in heat.

Her pussy clenches like she’s sucking me off.

Her mouth forms a perfect O, and then explodes in the glorious music I’ve been waiting for.

That high, chaotic sweetness.

That flutter she can’t control.

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