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I decided not to be a good girl this time. He’d gotten enough of that from me earlier. I did not stand up and present him with my pussy, and I did not do as I was told.

Instead, I put my hands on his shoulders and shoved him back. Surprise flashed across his face before his entire expression softened and he lay flat against the tiles on the shower floor with his hands behind his head to act as a cushion.

If he wanted me to put my pussy in his face, then I’d do just that and give him what he wanted, just not how he’d asked for it to be delivered.

I shuffled up beside him and climbed over, throwing my thigh over the side of his head and straddling his face.

“Jesus, it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he muttered under his breath as he reached up and palmed both my ass cheeks in a firm grip. His fingers bit into my ass as he dragged me closer to his face until my exposed pussy hovered directly above his mouth.

His dark, soulful eyes met mine briefly before dropping down to my sex. “I fucking love you, Ariel Kimber. You’re the absolute perfect woman for me. Now give me that pussy and make me even happier than you already do.”

Well, when he put it like that, who was I to tell him no and deny him?

I dropped down those last few inches, and he groaned hungrily as his mouth finally made contact with my pussy. He slid his tongue from my clit to my hole and dipped it inside. I felt his groan straight through to my clit and couldn’t stop myself from grinding down and riding his face.

He squeezed my ass and encouraged me to move my hips against him. I rode him as I reached up and cupped my own breasts, pinching my nipples as he sucked on my clit.

“Yes, yes!” I moaned loudly. “Just like that. Fuck yes, Quinton. I’m going to come.”

And I did just that, detonating and shattering into a million messy wet pieces all over his tongue and face.

His hands shifted from my ass to my hips. He gripped me tightly as he shoved me back down his body. I cried out in surprise as I slammed my hands down on his chest, palms flat, to steady myself and keep from falling to the side. I landed crotch to crotch with his hard cock slipping between my soaked pussy lips.

I pressed my knees into the tile, shifted up, and reached for his cock. I moved him to my entrance and slowly sank down onto him while my gaze locked with his. Love and fierce possession burned brightly in his eyes, and there was no doubt in my mind that not only did he love me, but he was completely and totally obsessed with me in a very unhealthy way that just screamed psychotic stalker.

I fucking loved every single ounce of his crazy. I just soaked it all up and my pussy clamped down on him like a damn vise.

I lifted up until only the tip remained inside and slammed back down onto him. The sound of our skin slapping together was drowned out by the water pouring down on us from above.

I slid one hand over to the center of his chest while I moved the other onto my overly sensitive clit. I circled it with my fingers, and I found a rhythm I liked that hit me just right.

Quinton sat up in a rush, and I slid my arm up his chest to circle his shoulders and held onto him. Our chests pressed together as he slanted his mouth down over mine and kissed me. He stole the breath from my lungs as he kissed me like a man starving for the taste of my mouth.

Quinton cupped the side of my throat as he pushed my hand aside and pinched my clit. I whimpered into his mouth as my pussy clenched down on him, and I came again. This release was long and hard, and my movements on top of him became rushed and erratic.

He moved his hand away from my clit and clamped down on my hips as he started to thrust up into me from below, taking over fucking me.

I broke the kiss and shoved my face into his neck, holding onto him and panting while he fucked me. I stuck my tongue out and licked across his salty, sweaty skin before sinking my teeth into his flesh and biting down.

“Fuck!” he snarled as his hips jerked and his fingers dug into my skin, likely leaving bruises.

I felt his cock jerk inside me as he held me in place on his lap and came with a delicious sounding moan that left me squirming on top of him.

I pressed my lips to the angry red imprints of my teeth in his skin at the base of his throat. Given the fact he liked to mark my skin at every opportunity he got, I knew he’d get off on me doing the same thing to him.

“You haven’t told me yet today that you love me,” he murmured in a sweet voice while he swept my hair back from my face and forced me to look at him. “You definitely didn’t tell me you loved me yesterday, and I’m really starting to miss hearing the words.”

I rolled my eyes at him but gave him what he wanted anyway. “I love you, Quinton Alexander. I always have, and I always will. There. Are you happy now that I’ve given you exactly what you wanted? You should be.”

I couldn’t believe he needed to hear the words when I thought it was more than obvious that I loved his crazy ass, even when I hated him.

He was really needy all the time, and maybe I just didn’t notice until right now.

I thought most of my boyfriends were.

His eyes searched my face, for what I wasn’t sure, but he must have found it because his entire face softened and his lips turned up in a sweet little smile. I melted against him and pressed my lips to his in a gentle, slow, lingering kiss.

When we broke apart, he released me and reached to the side, retrieving a small black jewelry box I hadn’t noticed before.