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The water pelts down on our entwined bodies, her hair matted down on her face, my hands holding onto her hips tightly.

“Harder,” she demands. “Give it to me harder.”

I oblige her, and her moans are loud enough that they may as well be screams.

I’m slamming into her, and it’s so fucking hot.

I want to come all over her ass. I slide my hand around to explore between her legs and play with her clit.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” she cries, louder than ever.

I spank her ass as I drive deeper with each thrust.

It's animalistic. It's primal. And I fucking love it.

“Do you like when I spank you, naughty girl?”

She pushes out her ass and wiggles it. “I do.”

I spank her again and again. “That’s what I like to hear.”

“It stings with the water,” she says with a moan.

I swat her harder. “Good.”

I reach around her body and spank her pussy. She squeals, and I feel her pussy tighten around my cock.

“Who’s pussy is this?” I ask as I spank her pussy again.

She mewls out, “Yours. Yours.”

I spank it again. “Don’t ever forget it.”

I push her hair from her face and lock eyes with her as I pump into her.

She's so hot.

Her face is tense. Her body is rigid from the pleasure I'm giving her.

I come deep inside of her, and she screams as she comes on my cock.

I pull out of her, and we both collapse against the shower wall.

The hot water is still beating down on us, and it feels so fucking good.

I pull away from her and smile.

“What’s that look for?” she asks.

“You’re mine,” I tell her. At least for now. This very moment. And I'm going to enjoy every fucking minute of it.

She smiles and kisses me.

“Yeah. I’m yours.”

Chapter Thirteen

Hannah