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“Hey,” she says, welcoming me to join her.
I’m not in the mood to talk. I’ve spoken more words today than I care to. Right now, I have one goal in mind. I flip Hannah around, placing her palms on the shower tile.
“Stick your ass out,” I demand.
Hannah does as she’s told, knowing that I like it when she’s submissive like this.
She’s so wet that my cock slides into her with ease.
The heat from the water turns us on, and we fuck with reckless abandon. She’s making these little mewing noises, and her moans are loud as I ram my cock into her.
“Fuck yeah,” I growl. “Just like that.”
The water pelts down on our entwined bodies, her hair matted down on her face, my hands holding onto her hips tightly.
“Harder,” she demands. “Give it to me harder.”
I oblige her, and her moans are loud enough that they may as well be screams.
I’m slamming into her, and it’s so fucking hot.
I want to come all over her ass. I slide my hand around to explore between her legs and play with her clit.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” she cries, louder than ever.
I spank her ass as I drive deeper with each thrust.
It's animalistic. It's primal. And I fucking love it.
“Do you like when I spank you, naughty girl?”
She pushes out her ass and wiggles it. “I do.”
I spank her again and again. “That’s what I like to hear.”
“It stings with the water,” she says with a moan.
I swat her harder. “Good.”
I reach around her body and spank her pussy. She squeals, and I feel her pussy tighten around my cock.
“Who’s pussy is this?” I ask as I spank her pussy again.
She mewls out, “Yours. Yours.”
I spank it again. “Don’t ever forget it.”
I push her hair from her face and lock eyes with her as I pump into her.
She's so hot.
Her face is tense. Her body is rigid from the pleasure I'm giving her.
I come deep inside of her, and she screams as she comes on my cock.
I pull out of her, and we both collapse against the shower wall.
The hot water is still beating down on us, and it feels so fucking good.
I pull away from her and smile.
“What’s that look for?” she asks.
“You’re mine,” I tell her. At least for now. This very moment. And I'm going to enjoy every fucking minute of it.
She smiles and kisses me.
“Yeah. I’m yours.”
Chapter Thirteen
Hannah
“Yes, I will be there,” I promise my mom as I put together a red, white and blue horse wreath. Mary Alice had this gig every Fourth of July making wreaths for the horses in the parade downtown. What sucks is she took their fifty percent deposit before she left, so by the time I pay for the cost of the flowers, I won’t make a red cent off this deal. But hopefully, they’ll book again next year.
“We missed you last week,” my mom complains. She’s miffed I didn’t come over last Sunday night for dinner. I hate obligating myself to go this Sunday—I’d rather hang with Armando, and I doubt he’d go anywhere near my parents’ place, but there’s no putting my mom off.
“Your dad had some medical tests done. He has high cholesterol and blood pressure,” she tells me. “They’re doing stress tests on his heart.”
“Anything I should worry about?”
“Well, he was getting short of breath. But I got him in to see a good specialist.” My mom is a nurse at a pediatrician’s office, so she knows all the best doctors in Chicago.
“Could just be because he’s fifty-five and out of shape,” I offer drily.
“He’s not that out of shape. Your dad is still solid muscle.”
“Solid muscle with a beer gut,” I observe, but my mom is right. My dad works hard, and his body is in better shape than most guys his age.
“So what’s new for you?” my mom prompts.
I nibble my lip, debating whether I should tell her about Armando. I hate keeping stuff from her, but what am I going to say? This mobster is hiding out at my apartment, and he can’t leave because my life might also be in danger?
“Mary Alice is giving me a break on payments for a couple months, so I can get business boosted.”
Thanks to Armando getting me to renegotiate.
“Are you having trouble?” My mom’s voice gets tight and concerned. My parents were worried about me taking on the business. They helped me put together a down payment and wanted to help more, but my little sister, Kiana, is at SIU, and tuition is killing them.
“No, I think I’m going to be okay.” I’m not sure if that’s true or not, but it sure feels more true than it did a week ago. But then, everything seems easier with Armando around.
Screw it, I had to tell her. “I’m sort of dating this guy.”
