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“Yes,” I groaned.
“You’re a horny little pussy, aren’t you?”
“Oh god yes.” A tremor ran through my pussy. “Fuck me, please.”
“I am fucking you, with my fingers.”
“Fuck me with… ooooh… your cock. Please.”
I felt temporary disappointment as he removed his fingers from my body, but then I felt the big, warm crown of his cock pressed against my dripping wet pussy. I leaned into him, grinding my ass into his crotch, trying to get him to stick it in me.
Slowly, he invaded my pussy with his massive rod. I groaned as it stretched me, filling me up. His hands slapped to either side of my hips. Stan thrust into me, and I let out a sharp cry. It felt so good as his cock moved in deep, then drew out, then moved in deep again.
I pressed myself into him. Hands scrabbling on the slick wall, I’d have probably fallen but he had me pinned against it with his body. Stan’s hand swept up my hip, to my belly, and then finally grasped my breast tightly. He manipulated and formed my soft, pliant flesh to his whims, all the while keeping up a steady, slow, but powerful rhythm of fucking my wet pussy.
The narrow walls of the shower stall echoed with my moans and cries, and his guttural, animalistic grunts and growls of ecstasy. I wanted him to vent his pleasure on my body. I wanted to be his sex object, in that moment.
He slapped his thighs into my ass, his cock penetrating deep. In that position, his balls swung in and smacked my clitoral mound every time he thrust back in. I was carried on a wave of rhythm which bore me aloft toward the precipice of a truly momentous orgasm.
“Oh god,” I cried. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming, I’m cumming,I’m cumming.”
Did I mention I usually don’t get vocal? I’m embarrassed to ask for what I want, probably like most people. But with Stan, it felt like it was okay to go ahead and be overtly sexual.
Oddly, I hadn’t thought of the fake nature of our relationship at all, since he’d entered the bathroom.
He strained against me, his teeth gritted as he let out an animalistic groan. Stan came hard in my pussy, filling me with his hot spunk.
I turned around, his hard cock sliding out of me. We clung to each other, kissing and sighing as I felt the tremors pass through my body.
Once I’d somewhat recovered, we soaped each other up and washed again. It was kind of funny, though, because my efforts to clean his cock resulted in it getting hard as a rock again, which led to him fucking me with it again, which led to us having to wash again—
I mean, sure, it took almost forty-five minutes to take that shower, but I don’t think either of us was in a mood to complain.
Chapter Fifteen
Stan
I fell asleep curled up around Ivy. Her cheek rested on my bicep as if it were a pillow. My member nestled between her rounded cheeks, and I’d swept her hair off the back of her neck to avoid waking up to a mouthful of it.
I awoke, feeling as if several hours had passed. Ivy had rolled over onto her back, my hand now resting on her belly. Her mouth hung open and a line of drool ran down her chin, making me laugh softly. I wasn’t disgusted, for some reason. It was endearing and I couldn’t figure out why.
I carefully rolled out of bed so as not to disturb her and then headed into the bathroom. My mouth felt parched as the most arid of deserts. Sex always did make me thirsty. I padded, naked, into the kitchen and got myself a glass of cold water from the filtered faucet.
I drained one glass, then refilled it and turned around to find that Ivy stood right behind me.
“Damn it,” she said. “I was trying to sneak up on you—oh, is that for me? Thanks.”
She wore a shit-eating grin as she took the glass from my hand and drank half of it in a matter of a few seconds.
“I don’t know why, but that’s the best glass of water I ever had.”
“I have a specialty filter that magnetizes the water for proper balance.”
“Of course you do. Am I going to get superpowers from drinking the magnetized water?”
I chuckled and put my hands at her waist. I could feel her body heat radiating off of her in waves.
“No, but you might find your overall health improves.”