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Shaw

I f she moans one more time, I’m going to fucking lose it. The sound is messing with my self-control--if she makes those kinds of sounds over the taste of my stew, I wonder what sounds she’d make with my shaft buried nine inches deep inside her.

“I noticed you have a garden out back. Do you grow your vegetables?”

I can’t remember the last time I had company while eating. With Wyatt caught up with Sienna, he hasn’t been around much. It’s nice to have someone to talk to, even if it’s about my garden instead of how much I’d love to take her into my bedroom and spend the rest of the night making love to her.

“Yeah, my mom always loved gardens. It only seemed right that I have one.”

“Do your parents still live around here?” Her question is innocent enough. She has no idea my parents died over ten years ago.

The anxiety I usually feel when I tell people about my parents' tragic death isn’t there. There’s a calmness settling deep inside me, telling me it’s okay to let the past go and live in the present.

“They died over ten years ago.” She sets her spoon down and reaches for my hand. But before she can say anything, I continue. “It was a freak accident. My older brother, Wyatt, and I have been alone since.”

She listens intently as I share the details of my life before and after my parents' deaths, squeezing my hand when she senses my hesitation.

When I finally finish my story, she squeezes my hand tightly. “I am so sorry for your loss. My parents might be self-centered and have a one-track mind, but I know deep down inside they love me and my sister in their way. I would be devastated if they died.”

I wrap a piece of her hair around my finger, needing to touch her somehow. “It’s getting late. I still need to take a shower.” I let the silky strands slide through my fingers before excusing myself and retreating to the seclusion of my bathroom.

The hot spray of water feels good on my bare skin. The only thing that would feel better is if Selena were in the shower with me. I can imagine her small hands running over my chest, soaping my body, making sure to get every part of me clean.

My hand drops to my shaft as I close my eyes, still imagining Selena in the shower with me, her large breasts begging for me to taste them. Or would she offer me her pink little pussy first?

Faster and faster, my hand pumps around my flesh as a tingling sensation starts to pulse in my lower back, warning me I’m seconds away from spilling my seed.

My eyes fly open at the sound of the shower door sliding open to reveal a naked Selena stepping into the shower to join me. Her eyes boldly staring into mine.

“What are you doing?” My eyes eat up the vision in front of me.

She is so beautiful; I can’t resist the urges any longer, especially now that she’s offering herself to me.

“Isn’t it obvious, Shaw? I want you to make love to me.” She tips her head down before lifting her gaze back to mine. “I’m a virgin. I want you to be my first.”

All the air is knocked from my lungs at her confession. I lift my hand to her cheek, brushing it gently. “I’m a virgin too, sweetheart. I’d be honored if you’d be my first, too.”

She smiles and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me to her lips for our first kiss. We’re both tentative at first, but instinct kicks in as our tongues tangle and thrust, mimicking what our bodies are craving.

Blindly, I reach behind me to turn off the shower. “As much as I would love nothing more than to make love to you in the shower, I want our first time to be in my bed,” I say between kisses.

We step out of the shower, and I lift her into my arms, carrying her to my bed. I gently lay her down, following her as I brace myself on my forearms, kissing a path down her body. I take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking on it while kneading her other breast with my palm.

I release her nipple with an audible pop and move to her other breast, giving it the same attention as the first one. Her moans of pleasure push me to the brink. But I need to finish what I started before I finally take her.

“You’re doing so well.” I playfully bite her nipple, causing her to gasp in shock or pleasure, I’m not sure. But by the look on her face, I would guess pleasure.

I lick a trail down her breast, across her stomach, until I finally reach her soaked core. I lap at her sweetness, knowing I’m the one who made her so wet.

“Yes.” She groans as my tongue taps on her clit causing her hips to thrust off the bed.

“Does my little squatter like to have her pussy played with?” I insert a finger inside her tight hole, causing it to tighten even more.

“More dirty talk.” She groans, twisting her hips from side to side.

“And just what word makes you feel dirty? Pussy?” I run my tongue from hole to clit.

“Clit?” I nibble at the engorged bud begging to come, all the while continuing to pump my finger in and out of her.

“Or is it squatter?” She explodes against my mouth, coating my beard in her sweet cream.

“We have a winner.” I tease as I lap up her sweetness.

Once her body has stopped spasming, I slide up to her mouth and capture her lips with mine. Her eyes widen as she tastes herself on my lips for the first time.

“Do you like how you taste?” I plant a kiss on the side of her neck where her pulse is throbbing.

“Yes. I didn’t think I would be, but I do.” She gives me a seductive smile, causing my balls to tighten painfully. If I don’t get inside her soon, I’m going to embarrass myself all over the comforter. “My turn.” She presses her hands against my chest with a slight shove.

There is no way I’ll survive her luscious mouth on me right now. “Next time.” I grab both her wrists in my hand and position them above her head while she pouts. “I promise, next time you can do whatever you want to me, but right now I need to be inside you.”

My tortured plea must have worked because her pout turns into a smirk as she widens her legs, granting me entrance. “Give it to me, squatter.”

I’d laugh at her calling me the squatter, but I’m too far gone to think about anything but claiming her pussy. “Your wish is my command.” I nudge my cock forward until I’m buried deep.

She inhales deeply at the invasion. I hold back from thrusting into her like my body is craving until I know she has adjusted to my size.

“Please. I need to feel you thrusting inside me.” She begs so prettily, I have to obey.

I flex my hips back and forth, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back into her. The feeling is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. And something tells me she’s the only one that will ever make me feel this way.

“Do you like the feel of my shaft inside you?”

She nods, her face scrunched in pleasure. I don’t have the heart to make her use her words. Instead, I continue to increase my speed, adding a finger to her clit, rubbing it back and forth until she expoldes around my cock.

“That’s it. Take my dick like a good girl” I piston my hips faster and faster as her fingers dig into my shoulders until I’m crying out my own release. “Fuck.” I moan, rolling over onto my back and taking her with me, making sure to keep my cock inside her.

“Fuck is right.” She giggles as she runs her fingers across my chest. “When can we do that again?”

“I’m going to grab a warm washcloth to clean you up, and then we can do it again as much as you want.” I kiss her lips before sliding out of bed and heading to the bathroom.

“Would you mind handing me my phone first? I want to see if my sister’s tried to call.”

She opened up to me about her sister earlier, but she didn’t go into detail about her situation. I’m not offended that she’s thinking about her sister after we just had sex. If the roles were reversed, I’d be doing the same thing, worrying about my brother.

I bend down to pick up her phone, surprised that she doesn’t have a passcode to unlock it when the screen lights up. But what’s even more surprising are the words staring back at me.

Mountain cock.

What the hell does that even mean?

I skim the post, finding in graphic detail the events of our day together, ending with me chopping wood and her plan to get some mountain cock.