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Hot damn.
I was absolutely soaked by the time I watched him erupt, snarling and jerking as he painted the shower with his pleasure.
His chest heaved as he finally released his grip on himself, and then slowly stepped back under the water. His eyes remained locked on my figure, practically burning my skin, as the water cleaned him.
He didn’t even bother grabbing soap before he stalked out of the shower, and over to me.
I didn’t know what I expected him to do—but it wasn’t to grab me by the hips and haul me back to his bed.
The man didn’t even seem to notice the water dripping from his skin as he dropped me on the bed, scooting me to the very edge until my ass was hanging off.
Those massive, hot hands were on my thighs, then, spreading me open.
My face burned as he stared.
But my back arched when his fingers opened me up completely, so he could look at every part of me.
He lifted a thick finger to my folds, and dragged a slow circle around my most sensitive part. A cry escaped me, and he held me in place even as I arched harder, and higher. “This is your clit?”
“Yes,” I panted.
His finger slid down my center, and traced a slow circle around my entrance.
The touch nearly made me whimper.
“And this is where my cock goes.” This one wasn’t a question, but a statement.
“Mmhm.” I tried to stop my hips from rocking, but failed for the most part. Ervo held me firmly where he wanted me, though, as he acquainted himself with my most intimate parts.
“It stretches?” he asked, sliding just the tip of his finger inside me and tracing the opening.
“Yeah,” I breathed.
His finger slid deeper, feeling around slowly in my channel, and his chest rumbled as my body clenched around him. “Are you sure it won’t hurt you?”
“Depends,” I managed. “If you stretch me with your fingers, first, I’ll adjust faster. Without pain.”
The rumbling in his chest grew lower, and louder. “What a hardship.”
Even with his finger buried inside me, I caught the sarcasm in his voice and laughed breathlessly. “Good perspective.”
His thumb dragged over my clit, and I arched.
“You said you have a hard time climaxing,” he said, as he slipped a second finger inside me.
I breathed in sharply at the sensation. “Don’t want to talk about that right now.”
“Weneedto talk about that right now if I’m going to make this good for you. And I’mgoingto make it good for you.”
The ferocity in his voice told me that wasn’t debatable.
“Explain,” he said.
When I didn’t, his fingers went still inside me.
A groan escaped me. “I hate you.”
“You don’t.” He stroked my clit lightly, making me squirm.
