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“That’s enough, Julianna.”

He yanks me back off his cock, and I let out a pitiful whine as I try to stabilize myself on the wet tile floor.

“Did I hurt you?” I look up at him, so eager and desperate for his touch, I feel disoriented without his cock in my mouth. My eyes are huge and wild as I crave Titan’s reassurance.

“No.” He laughs, crouching on the floor, his wings splayed and curving around us like a protective shelter. With a claw under my chin, he tilts my gaze up to meet his. “You felt too good, baby, but I want to see my cum drip out of your cunt tonight.”

“Oh.” I release a nervous breath, biting at my bottom lip as shyness suddenly overcomes me. “Okay, good, because I didn’t want to hurt—”

Titan silences me by lifting me from the floor and crushing his lips to mine. The kiss is quick and punishing. I wrap my legs around his hips, trapping his still throbbing cock between us. I drop my head to his chest and let out a low moan against him as I slide his hard length between my folds.

“Eager, needy, little thief trying to steal another orgasm,” Titan groans as he sets my ass on the edge of the stone bench built into the shower wall. “You want it so bad, don’t you, baby?”

He pulls back from me just enough to fist his cock. He rubs the head over my clit, and my hips jump. I grab his arms tighter, trying to hold on as the slick dome massages my sensitive nub.

“Say it,” he growls as his marble eyes lock on me.

He doesn’t need to say anything more. I know what he wants to hear.

“I need your cock inside me, Daddy.”

I sob as he shoves himself in slowly. His thickness fills me fully, snug against my sore inner walls. The muscles spasm with the memory of last night and the anticipation of what’s to come.

Titan grips the wall behind me as he works his hips in deep, rolling thrusts, lifting my ass from the bench each time he enters me. I moan and arch my back to feel my breasts against the hardness of his chest, wanting to feel him not just inside me but all over me.

“Touch yourself.” His breathing is ragged, his face tense with concentration.

My fingers fly to my clit, matching the tempo of Titan’s thrusts. I’m already so sensitive from my first orgasm that I jerk at the first touch, but I keep going.

Titan lets out a loud guttural groan as his thrusts increase in speed. I hear the odd sounds of tile shattering and plaster breaking and look behind me to see he has shoved his claws deep into the shower wall to fuck me harder.

I bite my lip and moan as my orgasm rages through me. I shake as Titan continues to use my cunt. My spasms grip his cock tighter, and I feel how his strokes take more effort and bring him more pleasure. He grunts, and his hips go wild against me.

His body shakes as he tears at the wall, and he roars so loud, I worry he may topple the high-rise. With a final thrust, he tenses against me, and I feel his hot cum jet against my inner walls, filling me to the point of overflowing.

Titan drops his horned head to mine, our foreheads meeting as we both struggle for breath. Finally, he staggers back off of me. He has to use his wings for balance until he can gather his strength.

“Keep your thighs open, baby girl.”

My legs are weak, but I plant my heels wide on the edge of the shower bench.

Titan stands back to admire his work, his breathing ragged once again.

I can feel what he sees.

I can feel myself full with his cum. I can feel the heat of it. I can feel the way it drips out of my cunt and slips over my asshole and between my cheeks to the bench. I know there is so much of it that it must pool on the shower floor below. I can feel what a little slut I look like for my Daddy, and I feel beautiful.

“Naughty girl, I’m going to have to clean you up again.”

Titan moves between my thighs, using his horns to push me open wider as his pointed tongue darts out between his fangs.

* * *

The sun streams through the window, laying soft stripes of light over Titan’s relaxed form. When his large stone chest rises and falls, it’s like watching the earth move. The seismic act is not something meant for human eyes, yet here I am viewing it. I could watch him like this for hours, an ancient stone giant sleeping.

My phone buzzes loudly on the nightstand, and I curse under my breath. I attempt to dive out of bed to grab the phone before it wakes Titan up, but the sheets hold me tangled in their silken grasp. I bite my lip to keep from laughing at my cartoonish struggle to escape the bed and only manage to grab the phone after it’s finished ringing.

“Don’t answer it.” Titan’s voice is particularly rough, still weighed down with sleep.

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