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Holding her up with one arm, I pushed the wet strands of hair off her face. Pulling out, I pushed back in. My pace was slow, her pussy tight and squeezing so hard around my shaft.

She felt amazing, and I wanted to live here, inside of her forever. Her skin was shining under the hot water, turning a blushed pink. Her nipples pricked my chest, back arching as I pumped in and out of her.

Her thighs crushed around my waist, moans growing louder as her walls clenched around my cock. The orgasm rushed through her body. Ivy's head fell back, hitting the tile, her mouth hung open, eyes rolling up into her skull.

As her muscles went limp, I yanked my cock from her cunt, resting it against her belly. The hot come spilled from my tip, purging in forced spurts that coated her skin in pearl white.

And as we stood motionless, breathing heavy, and at a loss for words, I knew.

I knew this woman needed me.

I knew I needed her.

Ivy was the one who finally spoke first. Her eyes were still, lips holding a small smirk. “Congratulations.”

“What?” Setting her down, she kept her hands on my shoulders.

Her eyes shot to her feet, and snapped back up. “You took the last thing I had to offer.”

Tilting my head, I scrunched my lips. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, let's just say I'm not worth the money now.”

What the fuck is she talking about?

I took the last thing she had to offer?

She wasn't worth the money?

What the hell did any of that mean?

Ivy was speaking in fucking tongues, talking in puzzled words that I had to put together.

But it didn't make sense.

And as I watched her rinse her body, gently massaging her most sensitive area, I put her coded words together.

Ivy was a virgin.