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It shouldn’t feel this good.

I shudder beneath her touch and she giggles.

She’s teasing me.

Well, we shall see who wins at this game.

I turn around and press her against the shower wall.

She gasps when I grab her, lift her up and wrap her legs over my shoulders so that I can bury my face against her pussy.

Her hands are against the ceiling as she balances herself while my tongue dances across her sensitive skin.

She cries out loudly when I push my tongue inside her and lick as deeply as I can.

I begin to fuck her with my tongue, and the more I do, the more she cries out with pleasure. It makes me so hard to hear her.

One of her hands knots in my hair and pushes my face harder against her. I move my mouth back and forth over her until her legs begin to shake.

She arches her back against the tiles as the water splashes over my back.

Then she screams as an orgasm steals her away, her thighs clamping down against my face.

I chuckle, letting her unwrap her legs and drop slowly to the ground.

But I’m not done with her yet.

I turn her around so that her back is facing me, running my hand over the curve of her spine she pushes her ass towards me.

“Was that fun, baby girl?”

“I want more,” she begs, rubbing her ass over my throbbing cock.

I spread her legs open and press her hands against the wall, positioning myself behind her.

I thrust my cock into her waiting pussy and push myself all the way inside her.

She arches her back against me, moaning loudly as I begin fucking her, harder and harder, faster and deeper.

I wrap my hand around her stomach to steady her as I move, slamming into her.

She can barely stand, her legs are shaking so much, my cock filling her up and then leaving her empty and begging for more.

I feel her pussy tighten on me and her entire body shuddering as another orgasm slams into her. I can’t control myself anymore. I explode inside her, thrust deep into her, and feel the waves of pleasure wash through me.

Chapter 11 - Tia

It’s Friday after a particularly long week, and I am not even close to being able to say I can relax and enjoy my weekend.

After work, I have to go to a night class. I’ve been skipping them here and there so that I can still get my other work done, but then I always have so much catching up to do with my coursework. Tonight is a pretty big lecture, so I can’t miss it.

All I really want to do is get some sleep.

My ‘honeymoon’ rest is already worn off and long forgotten.

Yefim walks into my office space. “Here’s the new project I was telling you about.” He drops the binder onto my desk, and I catch the scent of his aftershave. I close my eyes for a second, trying to force away the images that flood my mind.

Ever since I kissed him at the party, my attraction to him has gotten so much worse. And at work, I can’t even avoid him anymore, because I was promoted and work directly beneath him now.

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