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Do anything for her if she asked.

She cried out my name and moved with me, lifting her ass from the bed, allowing me to bury myself even deeper inside her.

When I flipped us around, she straddled me. A devilish smirk that was the sexiest smile I’d seen in my life cut across her mouth as she sat tall, hands on my chest, riding me. I needed her to fall to pieces all over my cock.

She slid up and down a few times before rubbing her clit against me, chasing her orgasm. Her fingers curled on my chest as she climbed closer to release, and I felt her tightening around me. It took all my strength and energy not to come inside her as her yeses became louder and breathier.

When she collapsed on top of me from coming, I flipped her back around and moved slowly in and out of her, helping her orgasm last a bit longer.

“When you’re ready, come on my stomach,” she said in a hazy, orgasm-drunk tone.

“Fuuuck,” I hissed, two seconds away from coming inside her instead, and I pulled out and did as she asked, grunting as I exploded all over her soft stomach.

“That’s ... a lot,” she said with a laugh while looking down at her stomach as I rolled off to her side.

“Yeah, well—your fault. You make me crazy.” I gave her a quick kiss before standing so I could grab a cloth to clean her up.

When I returned with a warm, wet towel, I sat next to her, and she snatched my wrist and lifted her brows a few playful times. “Or we could move to the shower. You know, foreplay time. Maybe get you hard again with my mouth.”

“No ‘maybe’ about that.” Dipping in, I captured her lower lip between my teeth and gently tugged. “I loved making love to you,” I whispered. “But I’m also going to enjoy fucking you up against my shower wall.” Mouth to her ear now, I let my breath tease the sensitive part of her lobe. “Arms up. Tits smashed to the tile. My cock against your perfect ass while I fill your pussy.”

She turned her cheek to find my lips. “I’m getting wet again already, and all you’ve done is talk dirty.”

“I’m just getting started, sweetheart. You asked for all night, and my wife gets what she wants.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Calliope

Facing me in bed that next morning, my sexy husband smoothed my nipple between his finger and thumb, eyes quietly locked with mine.

We’d barely slept last night. He really had kept his promise to deliver over and over again.

And I’d been a little giddy about how fast I’d had myformerplayboy husband coming from getting down on my knees to suck him off.

But the shower sex.

Damn.

For such a clean place, it’d been ...well, dirty (in the best possible way).

He’d taken me against the wall, all right. And nearly took my virgin ass, too, but he’d decided to save that for another night.

Seems the both of us operated at two speeds: zero or sixty. And last night had been pedal-to-the-metal fast, and it was everything and more.

He’d even mentioned something about us living on a farm with kids and animals one day, but that was probably delirious post-orgasm talk.

“You sore?” he asked, changing the conversation in my head from farming to fucking.

Now that’d be quite the song title. Number one on Apple or Spotify for sure.

I did the little nose-crinkling smile I knew he loved and reached for his hand on my tit and brought it between my legs. “Which part? I’m achy all over.”

He returned my smirk and thumbed my sensitive clit. “But a good achy, right?”

I arched into his hand, and what was wrong with me? How was I ready to go again? “I mean, you took excellent care to ensure I felt all kinds of good last night, so most definitely a wonderful achy.”

With his free hand, he tossed the covers back and zeroed in on me. “You’re a little pinker than normal and swollen.”

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