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Story: Sinful Submission
I removed Storm’s shirt and padded to the door, slipped inside, and opened the sliding glass shower door.
Titan’s muscular body combined the perfect mix of strength and power. With dark mahogany smooth skin, toned biceps, a taut ass, and large hands and feet, the only thing that could make him more perfect was a big dick. He turned to me, and there it was… wagging like a third leg and built like a Samurai weapon ready for war.
His brows raised in surprise, then dipped in question while I ogled the magnificence of his erection.
He glanced towards the door and then back to me.
“Are you having nightmares?”
I held back my smirk because I came to chastise him for leaving me and he thought I’d awakened from a bad dream.
“Why do you care?”
Confusion twisted his features. “Santari?”
“Are you fuckin’ someone else?”
His nostrils flared, and he grabbed me and drew me into the shower, sliding the door closed behind us.
“What the fuck is this about?”
His baritone made my pussy throb, but I had to stay focused.
“Why are you still holding back from me?”
He stared at me for a long, quiet moment. Too long. I folded my arms, and he smirked.
“I’m not holding back from you, Santari.”
“So, you’re going to lie in my face?”
“I’m not holding back.”
I pushed his hard chest, but it didn’t move him.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“Are you having nightmares?”
“You haven’t answered my question. Are. You. Fuckin’. Someone. El?—”
He snatched me off my feet, and I yelped as he pinned me against the wet shower wall with his torso. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and my arousal was at an all-time high.
A deep growl moved through his body and vibrated my belly.
“Don’t ask me that again.”
“Why? You sure as hell haven’t answered it. Or is that my answer?”
“To ask me something like that is to say you don’t trust me. Is that the case, Santari?”
I stuttered but recovered. “Don’t try to turn this around on me. I have been trying to give myself to you on a silver platter, and you have been holding back. What’s up with this dick? Is it mine or not?”
He spoke through gritted teeth. “I’m not fuckin’ anyone but you.”
“That’s just the thing. You’re not fuckin’ me either because if you were, I would be filled with?—”
His dick entered my pussy and spread me wide in one long thrusting stroke that knocked the wind from my lungs.
Titan’s muscular body combined the perfect mix of strength and power. With dark mahogany smooth skin, toned biceps, a taut ass, and large hands and feet, the only thing that could make him more perfect was a big dick. He turned to me, and there it was… wagging like a third leg and built like a Samurai weapon ready for war.
His brows raised in surprise, then dipped in question while I ogled the magnificence of his erection.
He glanced towards the door and then back to me.
“Are you having nightmares?”
I held back my smirk because I came to chastise him for leaving me and he thought I’d awakened from a bad dream.
“Why do you care?”
Confusion twisted his features. “Santari?”
“Are you fuckin’ someone else?”
His nostrils flared, and he grabbed me and drew me into the shower, sliding the door closed behind us.
“What the fuck is this about?”
His baritone made my pussy throb, but I had to stay focused.
“Why are you still holding back from me?”
He stared at me for a long, quiet moment. Too long. I folded my arms, and he smirked.
“I’m not holding back from you, Santari.”
“So, you’re going to lie in my face?”
“I’m not holding back.”
I pushed his hard chest, but it didn’t move him.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“Are you having nightmares?”
“You haven’t answered my question. Are. You. Fuckin’. Someone. El?—”
He snatched me off my feet, and I yelped as he pinned me against the wet shower wall with his torso. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and my arousal was at an all-time high.
A deep growl moved through his body and vibrated my belly.
“Don’t ask me that again.”
“Why? You sure as hell haven’t answered it. Or is that my answer?”
“To ask me something like that is to say you don’t trust me. Is that the case, Santari?”
I stuttered but recovered. “Don’t try to turn this around on me. I have been trying to give myself to you on a silver platter, and you have been holding back. What’s up with this dick? Is it mine or not?”
He spoke through gritted teeth. “I’m not fuckin’ anyone but you.”
“That’s just the thing. You’re not fuckin’ me either because if you were, I would be filled with?—”
His dick entered my pussy and spread me wide in one long thrusting stroke that knocked the wind from my lungs.
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