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“Beau!”
“When I said everything. I meant everything. You good?”
I press a soft kiss at the top of her split, cupping her round cheeks. So soft.
“Y-yes.”
Good. Because the hunger inside me wants to know every inch of my Sweetness.
Every. Inch.
ChapterTwelve
Mary
I’ll take a spacious shower over a large kitchen anyway.
And today, I learned an oversized shower stall is not just handy for a baby but also suitable for when your boyfriend comes over.
Boyfriend. It’s going to take a while to get used to that word.
Under the spray, Beau washes himself and me with the same herbal shower gel and my fluffy loofah sponge.
“You’re going to show up to football practice smelling like a girl,” I say.
He glowers at me. “Have I mentioned I like your smell? It’s good.”
The way my heart thumps when he gets serious.
“Turn around and let me wash your hair,” he says.
I do as he says but notice his cock is still hard as granite, resting at the split between my buttocks. While I don’t mind it…actually kinda like that…just how long can he stand it?
As he rinses my hair, I reach back and slip my hand downward, awkwardly rubbing along his length.
“Babe.”
“Beau,” I insist. Turning around, I ask him if he wants me to stop, even as I continue pumping his cock under the warm spray.
I rake my eyes over this massive man in my shower. He is a fucking brick house, with shoulders and a chest ridged with muscles upon muscles, and a torso that tapers down to a stomach that’s got just enough meat for me to grab and nibble.
“No. I don’t want you to stop,” he rasps.
His thick, veiny cock is warm in my hands. I let this man do all sorts of things to me in my bed that I’ve never done before. The least I can do is this.
I stroke him hard, following his rhythmic thrusts and his groans against my lips.
Soon enough, I've eased this brick fortress of a man against the shower wall. Beau is putty in my hands, a heady experience for me. Our kisses are fervent until he stills and buries his face in my neck. He shouts a low roar, scraping his teeth along my throat while his hot seed sprays against my stomach.
He comes hard, jetting more and more of his essence until he begs for mercy, and I let go.
Groaning in relief, Beau cups his hands around my neck and kisses my lips with a loud smack. “I love you, Mary.”
“Be serious, Beau. I don’t throw that around, you know.”
Breathless, he rests his forehead against mine. “Do I look like I’m joking? I’m naked, it’s midnight, and I came three seconds ago. I don’t have the bandwidth to make jokes. I love you. Deal with it.”
ChapterThirteen
