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As expected, he decided to prove me wrong, sticking several fingers deep inside. My pussy muscles immediately clamped down on them, pulsing uncontrollably. He pumped several times and my pussy throbbed more than the night before. “Are you sore?”

“I’m… fine.”

He chuckled. “There’s no sense in lying to me. You want this as much as I do. Say it.”

“No.”

The sinful action as he pinched my nipple brought me a wave of ecstasy.

“Say it!”

“Yes. Fine. Yes.” I laughed at myself and the ridiculous situation. I did want him, at least physically. I stroked his cock, rolling my fingers back and forth, allowing myself a couple of quick glimpses. His balls were hanging low, extremely swollen. Just like they’d been the night before. I continued rubbing him until I sensed I’d created friction.

He seemed to love it, his jaw clenching, but his eyes lighting up. There was such fire in them, an eagerness to consume me.

His fingers worked magic, the man thrusting just enough I was left in rapture. When he pulled them free, he purposely rubbed them against my lips. I parted them without thinking and he slipped his fingers inside.

“You’re very wet and all for me.” His deep, guttural sounds brought a wave of desire that couldn’t be denied. He knew it. I knew it.

Jago spun me around to face the wall once again, using his knee to kick my legs apart. When he gripped my hips, tugging me away until my back was arched, he pressed the tip of his cock against my wetness.

The fact he didn’t immediately plunge his shaft inside annoyed me. “Just fuck me.” I had no idea why I’d begged him and while the thought was repulsive, I was ready to repeat my request.

But I didn’t need to.

Everything about the man drove me crazy and made me angry, but when he fucked me, there was such an intensity that I was lost in the moment. This was nothing but a game, a sick and dangerous one that could get us both hurt. But that didn’t seem to matter to him.

The powerful Spaniard acted as if he was incapable of being killed. That should infuriate me, but it was just another intense and electrifying draw to him.

He drove his cock inside, holding us both still as he nuzzled against my ear. I tilted my head, closing my eyes as the water splashed over us. The sensations were incredible. As he pulled out, driving into me again, I shuddered in his hold.

I had no way of knowing how long we were coupled together, but he was insatiable, refusing to let me go. He brushed his hand around my leg, fingering my clit as he fucked me. Within seconds, I was rocking into his hand, bucking to the point the water splashed everywhere. Tiny moans couldn’t be denied and I didn’t care that he knew how much I was enjoying this.

All I cared about was being allowed an incredible release. He pinched my clit and I was so over-sensitized that almost immediately I erupted, the climax curling my toes.

“Jesus,” I breathed, hanging my head as the wave kept my pussy throbbing, clenching around his shaft. Coming down wasn’t easy nor was it quick, but as soon as I did, he pulled out and I looked over my shoulder.

He grinned in a way that lit up his eyes. “Don’t worry. I’m not done.” The moment he pushed the tip of his cock against my asshole, I realized I’d arched my back even more. There was notension in the anticipation of what he was about to do, no disgust either.

I wanted him to take me in every way. The admittance was something I’d never allow to happen again, but I would enjoy this moment.

As soon as he pushed the tip inside, he returned his grip to my hip. I slammed my hands on the shower wall, pushing back until I forced the tip in even more.

“Greedy. Aren’t you?” he asked and continued pushing it inside.

“Yes. Remember that.”

“Oh, I doubt I’ll ever forget it.”

When he was fully seated inside, I sucked in my breath. There was mild discomfort, but as with the spanking from the night before, that quickly gave way to something else. Words couldn’t adequately describe the way I was feeling. I was simply in a sweet place of bliss.

He fucked me long and slow. Even the way he dug his fingertips into my skin with enough force to create bruises added to the pleasure.

Every part of my body continued to throb and there was such a freeing feeling about being here with him. It couldn’t and wouldn’t be repeated, but it gave me a sense of being. Maybe I was finally ready to come into my own as a leader.

And as a woman.

His breathing became labored and I sensed he was ready to come. I bucked against him, meeting every hard thrust and hecracked his hand against my aching bottom twice before finally letting go.