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When I’m out of the way, Bentley jerks his hips up and I press down at the same time. I let out a loud gasp when I have to stretch more than I’m prepared for to accommodate him.
Fuck. He’s not even all the way in, and I’m already full.
“Again,” he demands.
My body shudders and I relax, taking the rest of him on his second thrust. I rock forward against his pelvic bone, and goosebumps rise up on my arms.
His hand moves up my spine, and he yanks on the long strands of my auburn hair until my face is nearly in the water.
Just when I’m sure he’s going to drown me, his other arm curls around my waist, holding me in place while he pounds into me.
Light sprays of water sprinkle onto my face, but I couldn’t give two fucks. Not any longer.
My hands grip his thighs underneath me, holding on to them for leverage, because it’s the only thing I can do while this man owns the fuck out of my pussy.
“I’m going to come,” I warn when I start to see stars in my eyes.
Bentley merely grunts in reply and tightens his hold on me while increasing his speed.
My nails dig into his skin, and my back curves inward. I drop my head back further, my forehead finally getting drenched by the water spray. Except, with the contractions building inside me and the heat unfurling at my core, I hardly notice.
Holy fuck. What is this man doing to me? Everything inside me feels like it’s on fire.
Bentley’s palm draws me forward until I’m sitting up again instead of leaning away from him, and the change in position combined with his relentless thrusts has me crying out and gripping tightly to his shoulders.
I ride out the tsunami, trying to get my wits back. Every time I open my eyes, I’m still seeing stars.
Bentley’s arms encase me, and he stands, keeping my body low enough that his throbbing cock is still buried inside me. His steps put us under the spray of the water.
“Wash my chest off,” he demands.
I glance up at him, his words bringing me back to reality. “Excuse me?”
He nods to the soap dispensers. “Clean up your mess.”
Oh, Mr. Businessman is a dominant. Unfortunately for him, so am I.
“Say please.”
His eyes darken, and his sculpted lips thin. I watch his head shake curtly.
“Then, I’m not washing anything,” I say confidently.
His hold around me loosens, and I slide back to the ground. He takes a step back and my eyes go straight to his proud dick.
“Then, we’re done here,” Bentley says.
I reach for his shaft. “Doesn’t seem that way to me.”
He shifts just out of reach. “Wash my chest or leave, Kenzie. Those are your only two options.”
Fuck. Why do I find his demands so hot? I want to reject the command, but damn, it doesn’t matter that I already had one of the biggest orgasms of my life. I haven’t had my fill of this officious man.
Bentley reaches for the condom, and he’s less than a second from removing it from his still-hard cock when I grab on to his wrist.
“You’re being a man-child, but fine, I’ll wash the stickiness from my drink off your chest that’s not even there anymore.”
There’s a subtle twitch in his cheek when I speak, but that’s the only sign I get that he’s not a complete statue.
I reach for the soap dispenser and let just enough to clean his chest drop into my palm. The green liquid smells like the forest, and I take a deep inhale.Hmmm, delicious.
Just like the bossy man I’m about to slather with it.
