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"What are you?—"

"Shh." I kiss her again and she opens up completely. She moves into me and I position my cock against her back opening.

She begins to protest, but I deepen the kiss and absorb her words. I work my fingers in and out of her until she widens her legs, allowing me to add a third finger inside her cunt. I fuck her even harder with my fingers, and her entire body trembles. That’s when I thrust my hips forward and breach her puckered hole. She’s so relaxed that I slip inside her and through her resisting ring of muscles in one smooth thrust. She gasps into my mouth, and I feel her shudder. I continue to kiss her as I allow her to adjust to my size. When she relaxes again, I soften my kiss. I press little pecks to her mouth, then up her jawline and to her ear. I lick inside her ear and she moans. "Hunter, please."

"Tell me what you want, baby."

"You’re so big," she groans.

"All the better to fill you up, Fire."

"It hurts." She scowls up at me.

"Good."

"What the hell? How dare you?—"

"Relax darling, it’s only going to get better."

"Easy for you to say, you’re not the one with a monster cock stuck up her backside."

"You mean this?" I pull out a little, then slip back inside her, and her entire body jolts. I pinch her clit, and she gasps.

"Oh, god. Oh, Jesus."

"You mean oh, Hunter, don’t you?"

"You’re so fucking smug, you twatarse."

I chuckle. "I’m the one inside your arse, baby." I pull back, then propel my hips forward again, sinking deeper inside. At the same time, I slide my fingers in and out of her pussy, and her head rolls forward. I ease her forward, then coax her hands out from behind my neck and place them flat on the wall. "Hold on, baby."

I grip her hip with one hand. With the other, I continue to finger-fuck her. Then, I begin to fuck her arse in earnest. Each time I sink deeper, she moans. When I pull back, she follows me, chasing the feeling of fullness that she’s already adjusted to. I stay there for a few seconds, and she scowls over her shoulder. "You better finish what you started this time."

"You mean like this?" I propel my hips forward with enough force that my balls slap against her butt. She slaps the wall with her palm, then spreads her legs even wider, taking even more of my length. "Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god," she chants.

I tilt my hips and pound into her. This time, I sink all the way inside of her. I bottom out, and the tension at the base of my spine coils into a ball of tightness. Her entire body trembles. Her knees seem to give way again. I squeeze my hold on her hip, holding her upright, then tilt my hips and begin to fuck her inearnest. She clenches down on my cock, and I see black spots. Fuck, I’m so close. I grind the heel of my palm into her clit, and she cries out.

I lower my head until my cheek is pressed to hers. "Come with me, right now."

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Zara

Barely are the words out of his mouth when that tension inside me explodes. The vibrations zip up my spine and crash between my ears. "Oh, my god, Hunter!" I’m aware of clenching down on his cock, while my pussy clamps down on his fingers, and I shatter. I hear his muted growl and he follows me over the edge. I slump forward, but he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in for an embrace. I sense him throb inside me and when he pulls away, I can’t stop my moan of protest. He reaches over and shuts off the shower, then scoops me up in his arms. "What are you doing?"

"I’m taking care of you, baby."

I scowl up at him. "I can take care of myself."

"I have no doubt but humor me."

I glower at him, and he chuckles. "You’re fucking cute, you know that?" He leans down and kisses my nose, and it’s such a tender gesture that I gape at him.

"You don’t need to look so surprised. You are eminently endearing when you forget to be prickly and put on that tough as nails mask that you like to show the world."

"I am as tough as nails," I insist, then yawn and spoil the effect.

"Of course, you are." He carries me out of the shower cubicle, then lowers me down next to the bathtub. He reaches for one of the folded towels and wraps it over my head. He dries my hair quickly, then my body with brisk strokes. He rubs the same towel down his body, then tosses it aside. Why is it so intimate that he used the same towel on his body as he used on me? It’s just a towel. Doesn’t mean anything. He scoops me up in his arms and walks over to the bed. He lowers me to the ground, yanks the covers up, then jerks his head in the direction of the mattress.

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