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“Fuck me, god… fuck me,” she cries, burying her face in my neck and digging her nails into my shoulder.
“Jesus, woman,” I grunt, trying to hold onto my release.
I grind my cock into her cunt, going impossibly deeper. When she’s barely recovered from her first orgasm, I pull back and set a relentless pace, fucking her hard. I leave my fingers buried deep in her ass, letting her adjust to the feeling.
“Oh, my god, I can’t… I’m going to come again…”
“No,” I snarl. “Not until I say so.”
Clementine whimpers and clenches around me, her muscles drawn up tight. I know she’s about to explode, but I love seeing her try to keep it at bay.
“Don’t you come, Clementine. Don’t let go. Don’t you dare.”
I remove my fingers from her ass and grip her cheeks tight enough to bruise as I jackhammer in and out of her. Clementine lets out these pained moans each time my cock bumps up against her cervix. Her pussy flutters, her legs squeeze my hips, and her curvy body shakes with the effort of holding back her orgasm.
“Please, King, please…”
I withdraw my dick all the way and slam into her one last time.
“Now, baby. Come for me, Clementine.”
And Jesus, does she come.
Her pussy knots around my cock, squeezing me so damn tight it hurts in the best way. Clementine inhales a sharp breath as wave after wave of pleasure wracks her body. She claws at my back, making me roar my release and fill her with my seed. I come so damn hard I feel like I might pass out.
“Breathe,” I say to myself as much as her.
Clementine gasps for air and clings to me as her body trembles with the last of her orgasm. I slide her down my body and hold her close, kissing the top of her head.
When we’ve somewhat recovered, I step back and pour body wash into my hands before rubbing it over the dips and curves of her body. Clementine leans into me for support, making me smile at how thoroughly fucked and sated she is right now. When I’m done, she soaps me up and places a sweet kiss over my heart.
I cup her face and kiss her deeply, passionately, but slowly. One drugging kiss leads to another and another, and before I know it, I’m spinning her around and placing her hands on the wall.
I sink into her from behind and fuck her slowly with one hand cupping her breasts and the other rubbing circles over her clit. We come together in a wordless release.
Gathering her limp body in my arms, I turn off the water and dry us off before tucking her into my bed and crawling in beside her. I run my fingers through her hair and kiss her forehead until she finally opens her eyes and gives me a shy little smile.
“That was amazing,” she whispers.
“Yeah, love. It was.”
She sighs contentedly and I tuck her into my side, running my fingers up and down her back while she traces patterns over my skin in featherlight touches.
“Thank you for loving me,” Clementine whispers. “And for making me feel safe. I didn’t know if I’d ever have a warm, loving home again, but you’ve given me everything.”
I press a kiss to her forehead and temple, breathing her in and holding her close. “I’m trying. I want all of that for you and more. Can you tell me about your grandma? Did you live with her?”
Clementine nods, then rests her head against my shoulder. “I never knew my parents. I don’t think my dad knows I exist, and the only person who knows who that is, my mother, died while giving birth to me.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” I murmur. What a rough start to life. It’s even more incredible knowing how bright and vibrant she is today, despite the pain she’s endured.
“But my grandma stepped in and took care of me from that very first day. She filled my life with so much love and laughter.” Clementine sniffles, but I hear warmth in her voice. It’s a good kind of grief, still painful, but somehow life-giving as well.
“I’m glad you had her,” I say softly.
“Me, too. She always encouraged my creative side, signing me up for painting classes, ceramics, scrapbooking clubs, and just about anything our local craft store offered. When I told her I wanted to go to school for interior design, she was so happy for me. She said it was perfect for me.”
“It is,” I tell her, smiling along with my girl as she reminisces about her grandmother.
