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“Then fill me with it,” I tell him.

It only takes another thrust, and then Brent growls out as he comes, buried deep.

His cock pulsates inside me as the last bit of cum empties out of him and into me.

He slides his wet hand, that's been gripping my thigh under the water, behind my neck and pulls my mouth down to his.

He holds on tight to me as we both come down together, kissing through the aftershocks of our orgasms.

“Holy hell…” he says, not finishing his thought when he finally releases my mouth.

“Better than you thought?” I tease.

“Fuck no,” he says, pulling back and looking at me, “I always knew that being with you would be unforgettable.”

My heart squeezes.

“So what was it, then?” I ask, biting down on the inside of my lip.

“I think you just ruined me. I don’t think it gets better than that.”

Did my heart just skip a full beat?

“So what does that mean? You only want to fuck me?” I joke.

“Is that an option? I get to keep you for myself because you ruined me for life for anyone else?”

Keep me for himself?

I can’t stop the giddy feeling that Brent gives me.

“All to yourself? A little greedy?” I ask.

“When it comes to you… yeah, I might be a little greedy.”

I lean in and kiss him.

“Okay then, what do you want to do now?” I ask.

“Shower sex with you pressed against the wall is a good start,” he says.

I nod, and then he grips me around my waist and hauls me up against him, standing quickly.

I squeal in his arms with a giggle, and he chuckles in return.

He slides my legs around his waist as he steps out of the bath and then carefully walks up to the shower so we don’t fall.

How could I have almost missed him?

To think that Brent has always been right there, and I kept him at arm's length all these years because of prom.

It almost makes me sad to think of how close we were to missing out on one another, but then he kisses me, and all the wasted time fades, and I’m just happy to be here with him now.

Chapter Nineteen

Zoey

I wake up again this morning in his arms but not as rested as the morning before since we didn’t let up until the early hours. My body between my thighs is tender but in a goodway, reminding me that Brent was down there giving me more orgasms in one night than I ever imagined possible.

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