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My intentions had been to relax her, wash her hair and body. For selfish purposes, I wanted my hands on her. It didn’t have to be sexual. Especially since she was feeling ill and after the emotionally raw conversation we’d had.

The possibility that she was pregnant was stirring different reactions in me. The thought of having a baby with Salem was something I wanted. But sharing her wasn’t necessarily what I wanted right now. Then there was the fact that she might miscarry, and watching her go through the loss would kill me. If she was pregnant, then I would move heaven and earth to find an OB-GYN who could help her. I’d even go to fucking church and try praying if it meant she would be able to carry it full-term. I knew by the longing in her eyes that she wanted a baby, and she’d be a damn good momma.

Her soft moans as I massaged her scalp made my already-semi-hard cock fully erect. Keeping my eyes off her ass, I tried to think about things to make it disengage, like the way old people smelled, going to the dentist, Lick’s face—anything unpleasant. When it started working a little, she’d make another sound and lean into my touch, and—bam—it was right back at attention.

Gritting my teeth, I rinsed her hair, knowing that her body was next, and that was going to be a challenge.

“This is nice,” she sighed with her eyes closed and head tilted back under the spray of water.

My eyes traveled down her neck to her collarbone, which was sticking out too much from her weight loss, and to the swell of her tits, which hadn’t lost any weight. Squirting body wash into my hands, I started at her shoulders and took my time rubbing her muscles, which caused more sounds and arching of her body. That move made her tits bounce, and the throbbing in my cock was getting painful.

When I finally reached the plump mounds and gently squeezed as I ran the suds over them, she let out a small cry. I watched as she opened her eyes and looked at me. Her wet, spiky lashes made the cornflower-blue color even more dramatic. I pinched her nipples and rolled them between my fingers, and she grabbed my arm while moaning my name.

Sliding a hand down her stomach, I slipped it between her legs and between her wet, satiny folds.

“Oh God.” She said the words in a breathy whisper and placed a palm against the stone tiles to steady herself.

Taking her cue, I pushed two fingers inside her tight hole and pumped a few times, then continued to play along the path to her clit. It felt a little different. Almost puffy. With my fingertips, I explored the difference, wanting to lay her back on the bed and get a closer look.

“Rome, I need you,” she gasped, rushing the words together.

“You got me,” I teased.

She shook her head. “Inside me.” There was a frantic edge to her voice.

“This is supposed to be about you. I’m trying to make you feel better,” I told her, kissing the pulse point on her neck and trailing up to her jawline.

“You are but, but I need—I want you inside me.” Her pleading was followed by her hand grabbing my hair and pulling my lips from her soft, perfect skin.

Our eyes met, and she licked her wet lips as water trickled down her face. “I’m begging you. Fuck me.”

That was all I could take.

I straightened, and her hand fell away from my hair, no longer able to reach it. Wrapping my fingers around my erection, I slowly stroked it, drawing all her attention to the swollen purple head and metal bar pierced through it.

“I was being sweet,” I told her. “But then that naughty mouth begged to be fucked. That pushes me real damn close to feral.”

She nodded, backing up and leaning against the shower wall. Her eyes were wide with excitement, and her lips were slightly parted.

“Turn around and put your hands on the wall, then stick out your ass and spread your legs.”

With no hesitation, she rushed to do as I’d said. Her eagerness had me leaking pre-cum—or that could be the sight of her naked ass on display. I stepped back a little, then leaned down to see her pretty pink pussy.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at me.

I shook my head. “Not wrong. Different,” I replied and caressed the swollen outer lips of her cunt.

Her knees buckled.

“Is it more sensitive?” I asked.

She thought for a moment, then nodded. “Please, Rome.” She moaned my name.

I stood up. Grabbing her hips, I only ran a hand over her round ass cheek, even if my hand itched to slap it and watch it jiggle. More cum leaked from my slit.

Taking my length, I rubbed the head along her needy hole, and she pressed back, causing the first two inches to be sucked into the tight promise of heaven.

“Rome, please. Fuck me hard…talk dirty.”

My lips quirked, and I dug my fingers into her sides before sinking my cock deep with one hard thrust.

“OH GOD, YES!” Salem screamed, throwing her head back.

I reached up and grabbed her hair, keeping her arched like that, then began driving inside the hot, satiny sheath as it squeezed me tight when it contracted from pleasure.

“Is this what you wanted? Hungry little cunt wanted my cock to stretch it?” I growled, already feeling my balls tighten.

“Yes!”

She began to meet my thrusts, causing her ass to bounce and slap against my skin. That sight had me right on the brink of exploding. The tingle was there, warning me, but I couldn’t tear my eyes off it.

“Ah fuck,” I groaned from the pleasure humming through me. “Make that naughty pussy squirt all over my cock.”

“Oh, oh.”

Her release came with a hot gush, and I slapped my palm on the stone wall in an attempt to steady myself just before my cock pulsed, then shot my load, filling her.

“FUUUCK, BABY! GAH—DAMN!” came out with a roar as the only high I’d ever need claimed me.

I felt Salem start to sag and wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her up. After a few deep gasps for air, I backed up, taking her with me to sit on the built-in bench. I didn’t want to pull out yet, but she needed to be held. She sank down onto my lap and leaned back against me.

Without saying anything, I used my knee to spread open her legs. If my cock couldn’t stay buried in her, I at least could feel my cum coating her cunt.

“That was…” she said breathlessly.

“The hottest fuck of my life,” I finished for her. “I like you frantic for my cock, but it does make me blow faster.”

She let out a small laugh. “I was frantic. When you started rubbing me with the body wash, it sent me to the very edge of an orgasm and held me there. Dangling. I was considering shoving you down and climbing on to get what I needed.”

With one hand, I brushed her hair back so I could see the side of her face, and with the other, I used two fingers to play with her cunt, pushing the semen trying to leak out back inside.

“Anytime you need to climb on top of me and use my cock, it’s yours. Solely yours and at your disposal twenty-four/seven.”

She giggled, and that sound had never been sweeter.