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“Just the ends of the hair,” she says quickly.

“Who’s in charge here, me or you?” I say roughly. Then I take my hand soaked in conditioner and slide it down over her spine and to her ass. I gently trace the pucker of her asshole with my finger, teasing her as I go.

“Oh fuck,” she says, her breath hitching and she pushes her ass against me. “You’re in charge, my lord. Take what you want.”

Christ on a bike.

Her back arches slightly and my finger slips inside her tight hole with ease.

“God,” she cries out.

I’m grinning like an idiot as I thrust my finger deeper inside her, sliding in and out of her ass and her body stiffens again, then relaxes. “You still like that, don’t you?” I murmur in her ear as my finger slips in. “Because I remember you used to love it.”

She nods, making a tight noise of want.

I take the other hand and squeeze out some more conditioner and this time I pour it over her shoulder, so it slides down between her breasts over her stomach and between her legs. I reach forward and rub it in over her clit until she’s letting out a sharp cry.

I run my hands back up her body, then slip one hand into the crease of her ass, pulling her cheeks apart and pressing my cock against her slick opening. She groans and pushes her ass toward me, silently begging me to take her.

“Do you still want it?”

She nods and I quickly slap her hard against her ass, the water spraying, my palm stinging. “Use your words,” I bark at her, watching as my pink handprint blooms on her skin.

“Yes, my lord,” she says. “I want it.”

“Ask and you shall receive,” I tell her. I shove myself in, sliding in like tight silk and my eyes roll back in my head, a primal moan rising up from my chest.

Fuck.

Rose gasps loudly, tensing, and I push inside, deeper and deeper until my hips are flush with her ass. Then I slide my hand around, pressing my finger on her slick and swollen clit to try and get her to relax.

“That’s it,” I tell her, my voice strangled and hoarse. “Take me. Take all of it.”

“Oh fuck,” she cries out. “Oh my god.”

“You like it? You like the way it feels, my big fat cock fucking your tight little ass?”

“Yes,” she says, her voice shaking slightly.

“You’re a tighter squeeze than my fist,” I groan into her neck. “I think you might be strangling me.”

I slowly pump my hips, thrusting in and out, her body slowly relaxing around me, accepting me. My finger moves faster on her clit as I pump and her body pitches against me, meeting me with every thrust until she’s crying out my name.

“Fuck, Val!”

“Let go, my dove,” I tell her, my voice breaking off. “Just let go. I’ve got you.”

“I’m going to come,” she warns me, her words garbled, and I thrust harder and faster, keeping up the pressure on her clit until her entire body is shaking, out of control and then she’s coming. Hard.

Fuck me.

Her body convulses, her ass spasming around me, tight, so fucking tight that I can’t breathe, and I bury myself inside her and come so hard it makes me dizzy. I shove my hand over her mouth, stifling her scream that echoes in the shower.

My thoughts are jumbled, my cock spurting inside of her, the orgasm never seeming to end, and suddenly I’m hit with emotions I’ve been trying to ignore, trying to bury. I’m not the man I was, I can’t just erase things, I can’t ignore the feelings and thoughts and desires that have been plaguing me for a week now. They come at me now like a riptide, threatening to pull me under and drown me until I face them.

“Rose,” I manage to say, my breath finally coming back to me, my cock jerking to completion. I rest my chin on her shoulder and listen to her own breathing slow, my cock still inside her.

“I want a baby,” I whisper to her, unable to hold back the words any longer.

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