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“How do you want this, Princess?” I ask as I look into those big green eyes
“Take me, Mac.”
“Oh, I’m going to take you, Princess. There’s no doubt about that. I need you to tell me how you want this.” She tilts her head in confusion, so I clarify. “Because I want to ravage this body… ravage you. But if you need slow and gentle, I can give you that. I just need you to tell me. Hard or soft, Princess?”
Without a second thought, she answers, “Hard, Mac. Make me forget it all.”
Suddenly, I know exactly what she needs. Her need for me burns as hot as mine does for her. Right now, in this shower, the two of us need our bodies to take over. We need the outside world to cease to exist. The only thing that matters is the way we crave one another. Without any foreplay, I reach down, grab the base of my cock with one hand and line the tip up at her entrance. Her entire body tenses in anticipation. I gently push thrust forward so just the head sits inside of her.
“Shit, Princess. You feel so good.” She wiggles her hips against the wall, trying to slide herself further onto my cock. I tighten my hold, keeping her still for just a moment. “Tell me, Princess. Tell me how bad you want it.”
“So bad,” she whines.
“You can do better than that.” I push my hips forward ever so slightly, eyes still locked on her gorgeous face. Her nails rake down my back, sending a shiver through my body.
“Mac, please. Move. Fuck me.”
I slam my hips forward so I’m fully seated inside of her. Harper’s breath catches, and I take a second to appreciate how her body looks pressed against the shower wall; how water droplets decorate her skin. I begin pounding into her with short, quick thrusts, hitting her G-spot perfectly. In no time at all, her walls start to tighten around me. “That’s it, Princess. You like when we’re like this? When you’ve got us so fucked up, we become fucking feral?”
I continue driving into her, not letting up for even a second. Giving her no time to think about anything besides here and now. “Yes, Mac. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“I’ll never stop. I would live buried inside you if I could. This pussy was made for me.” I move one hand to her clit and start rubbing it in fast circles. “So tight. So wet. So fucking perfect,” I groan out.
“You’re perfect, Mac. So perfect.” My breath immediately catches in my throat. I don’t think she realizes what those words mean to me. As someone who has spent his entire life being forced to change who he is, I have never thought of myself as perfect. Not by a long shot. Knowing that she feels that, that she wouldn’t change anything about me does something to me. Something that I’ve never felt before.
Sensing I’m stuck in my thoughts, Harper pulls me back to the present, cupping the side of my face with one hand. Her eyes quickly search mine making sure I’m okay. I slam my lips into hers, earning a groan from her when my tongue brushes up against hers. Harper’s legs tighten around my waist, and I know she’s almost there.
She tears her mouth from mine. “Mac,” she moans.
Shit. I love hearing her moan my name.
I pinch her clit, and it’s enough to send her over the edge. Her pussy clamps down on my dick, squeezing it like a vice. “Yes, Princess. Come for me. Milk my cock.”
Not wanting to be done yet, I rub her clit in fast circles. “Yes! Mac, yes!”
Her legs begin to tremble as she rides out wave after wave. She buries her head into my neck and bites down. The pain from her mouth does me in. I thrust hard into her twice before stilling deep inside her. With her pussy still clamped around my dick, I come with a groan. “Princess.”
Harper keeps her face pressed into my neck as she comes down for her orgasm. The aftershocks cause her pussy to spasm around me every few seconds. If we didn’t have shit to do, it would be enough for me to go for round two.
After a few minutes, she lifts her head and gives me the sweetest smile. She brushes a stray strand of hair away from my forehead. I haven’t gotten a haircut since before we met and it’s starting to get a little longer than I’d like.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“You don’t need to thank me. If there’s ever a time when it gets too much, I want you to come to me. I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you feel good. Whatever you need, however you need it. Okay?”
“Okay.” Her sweet smile pulls at my chest, only intensifying the feeling from earlier.
“Can you stand?”
She lets out a giggle, “I think so.”
I slowly lower her feet to the floor but keep a firm grip on her until I’m sure she has her balance. The last thing I need is for her to slip in the shower and crack her head open. Once I’m sure she’s okay, I reach up, readjust the shower head, and turn up the temperature a little.
I take my time washing her body, cataloging every inch. Every mole. Every stretch mark. Every stray freckle. Every time I see her perfect body I make sure to take it all in. I can’t get enough. Looking at her sets my soul on fire, and I’ll never know which time will be the last. If I have anything to do with it, I’ll have a thousand more moments with her just like this one.
After washing one another, we step out of the shower, and I wrap her in a fresh towel. I give her a few minutes alone in the bathroom while I run to my room and grab a pair of sweatpants and another shirt for Harper. When I return to her room, I set the shirt on the bed and sit on the chaise I got for her.
After a few minutes she walks out of the bathroom, hair still in a bun on top of her head, skin glistening from covering her body in her favorite lotion. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to smell vanilla or caramel again without getting hard.
