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“You want something?” he asked.

“Yes, I want it,” I said, surprised at how bold I suddenly was. The thought of both holes filled at the same time was a sinful sort of thrill, causing a dark shiver of desire to snake through my veins. My little devil applauded me for being so scandalous.

“Tell me specifically, Krystina. I want to hear you say it.”

“Your thumb!”

“Here?” he taunted, circling the rim of my tight entrance. He stood completely still and unmoving, only allowing me to feel the rotation of his teasing thumb and his throbbing cock still buried deep.

“Alex! Please,” I whimpered, straining my hips and pushing against him.

“I don’t think you’ve earned it yet. You can’t keep still. I told you not to move, remember?” I immediately stopped thrashing, although it was a difficult thing to do. My body had a mind of its own at that moment, writhing and twisting on its own accord. “That’s better. Now, tell me what you want.”

“I-I already told you!” I stuttered, wholly overwhelmed and half-crazed with need.

He gave my behind a light smack.

“Stop being shy, damn it! I want to hear the words, Krystina. Where do you want it?” he demanded.

I snapped, pure desperation forcing away all inhibition.

“In my ass, Alex! Now!”

Without delay, he pushed his thumb into my eagerly waiting ass, satisfying my libidinous need. After a moment, he began to move, rewarding me with the tight sensation of being completely filled. He pounded into me repeatedly, his powerful drive matching the rhythm of his thumb. I met him thrust for thrust, pursuing the feel of my orgasm, not caring I was supposed to keep still.

“Give it to me, angel. Come for me.”

“I’m almost there! Just don’t stop!”

I was astoundingly aroused. The dual sensation made my vision hazy, like a high I had never before experienced. A fire spread through every fiber of my being, and I began to shake uncontrollably. My knees threatened to buckle as the orgasm crashed around me in a massive everlasting explosion. I cried out, the sound echoing off the shower walls, completely lost in the throes of my climax.

Alexander stilled, allowing me a moment to catch my breath. Once I came down, I was able to feel his erection pulsing with unsatisfied need. I began to slowly move back and forth, milking his swollen cock with the quivering walls of my vagina.

“No, fuck—Krystina!” Alexander gasped and took a step backward, his thumb and cock unexpectedly leaving my body, making me feel shockingly empty. I turned around, half expecting him to chastise me for moving too much, only to find him half slumped against the shower wall, his face pinched with torment.

“What’s the matter?”

“No condom,” he explained.

Once again, I had carelessly forgotten.

“Oh,” I said, feeling deflated.

“Let’s move this party to the bedroom,” he said. His voice sounded strained as he reached to take my hand.

I smiled coyly at him, a different solution to the problem presenting itself.

“I have a better idea.”

Alexander

I watched Krystina come toward me, her eyes dark and smoldering with promise. She dropped to her knees, took the full weight of me in her hands, and wrapped her perfect lips around my cock. In an instant, any thoughts I had about taking her into the bedroom and tying her to my cross disappeared. I was surprised at how easily I allowed her to take control of the scene, but I certainly wasn’t going to argue with her.

“Oh, angel…you do that so good,” I whispered. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed deeper into her throat.

I glanced down and found myself completely taken by the sight before me. Her mass of curls was wet and plastered to her head, dripping water down her backside and over the curve of her ass. She was using one hand to brace her position by holding firmly onto my hip. The other hand was secured around the base of my cock, while she used her mouth to perform miracles of epic proportion. The vision she presented was hotter than all the flames in hell.

She looked up at me, her eyes burning with a secret only she had the key to, and I wanted nothing more than to unlock this woman’s mysteries. She pulled back and ran a torturous tongue over the length of my erection, never once breaking eye contact with me. Then she did it again and again, flicking her tongue over the sensitive tip after every swipe.