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And because she asked me to fuck her like I hate her, I don’t stop. I flick it once more. Then I grab her hips, bringing her forward, knowing the friction will make her clit graze me and forcefully make her ride me.

“Landon, oh, ohhhh, fuck, it’s…” She gasps, biting down onto my shoulder. “It’s too much. You’re too big…I can’t…I can’t…” she cries breathlessly.

“You fucking will. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be this wet, this willing, this easy for my cock,” I rasp, holding her down despite how her body shakes against me. Her hips buck, back arches, and tits bounce in my face. And the sight of them makes my balls tighten. “So fucking pretty bouncing on my cock like this.” I groan harshly, my breaths strangled and out of control.

I fuck her relentlessly, bucking my hips up and thrusting myself faster inside of her all while I make her do the same. She’s sputtering words I can’t understand and saliva is dripping down her chin and onto my chest.

She releases another cry, but this is different. It’s hardly a cry and it’s cut short when her jaw drops, but no other noise comes out, and when her eyes roll back, a gush of liquid streams down to my balls and wets the sheets.

She trembles against me, hoarse cries breaking past her swollen lips, and she slings her arms around my neck, fingers clawing into my back as she continues to squirt.

Ecstasy is far past what this feels. This is too much, too hot, too all-consuming.

“Jesus fuck, Julianna,” I huskily groan, tipping my head back, and revel in the insane, out of the world sensation, because goddamn, her cunt chokes the fuck out of my cock. The last bit of my restraint crumbles, and I swell inside of her and come hard.

The orgasm knocks the air out of me along with my vision, because everything goes dark, then suddenly all I see is a violent, cataclysmic explosion of colours that erupt and blind me.

I crash so hard, I hold her tight, and wait for whatever is going on to calm down, because I feel so overwhelmed, I can’t think straight.

We stay wrapped up in each other’s arms, spent, sweaty, and floating on the most fierce cloud of our lives. I’m not sure how long we stay like this, but eventually, we pull away from each other. Still, when I look at her, my heart doesn’t stop racing and I’m almost concerned, but when she peers up at me with one of those soft smiles, it slows down to an even pace.

“I-didn’t-I…” Her voice cracks and she stumbles over her words. She meekly looks down at where we’re still joined and wipes the wayward strands of hair that stick to her damp forehead. “I don’t know what just happened, but I didn’t mean to do that. I’m so sorry about your bed. Gosh, this is so embarrassing.”

I angle her chin up, making her look at me. “You squirted. There’s nothing wrong with that. I want you to do it again, and you better believe you will.”

Her eyes bore into mine, and this time, she isn’t searching or studying me because she knows I’m serious.

She blushes and licks her lips. “I need to go use the bathroom and shower.”

“Yeah, go ahead. I’ll clean up.”

“Do you want to join me?” Her eyes turn molten.

I’m sure mine are the same when I answer, “Yeah.”

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LANDON

“You don’t haveto do that…” Julianna tips her head back, eyes fluttering, and a contented sigh escapes her lips as I gently massage her body with my soapy loofah. “I can do it.”

“I know, but I want to take care of you.” I work the loofah across her chest, making sure to lather it well before I descend.

The sound of her immerses me in the colours her voice always evokes. Mesmerising fickle rays of curtains float. They swirl and move unpredictably the way our relationship has.

That sparks something formidable in my chest, but it dwindles away when I squint and she graces me with my favourite soft smile.

I hate how shitty my eyesight is. I had to take my contacts off before getting in the shower.

“But you already did.”

“Taking care of your sexual needs doesn’t count.” Once I’m satisfied that she’s lathered and the soapy foam covers the front of her body, I spin her and massage the sponge across her neck and shoulders and work my way down. “This is me just taking care of you. Not because I need to, but because I want to.”

I don’t want her to misinterpret why I’m doing it. And I hope my voice does enough to convey just how much I like doing this.And I hope the way I’m working the loofah is okay, because I’m trying to be as gentle as I can.

I’m not great with words, but I’m good at being useful. This is the bare minimum, but still, I hope she can feel that I’m doing my best. I hope I’m not fucking this up, because I’ve never done this. I’ve never taken care of someone who wasn’t drunk.

There’s a fleeting moment of silence before she tucks a loose, damp tendril from her bun behind her ear. “Landon?”

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