Page 31 of Doozer

Just like clockwork, Doozer joined me in the shower, already hard and ready, turning me to face him and kissing me like it would be our last.

And maybe it would be.

I forced back tears, sliding my tongue across his as he lifted me and braced my back against the tile, burying his beautiful cock to the hilt. I gripped his shoulders and arched as much as I could in the tiny space.

“Fuck,” he breathed out. “So good.”

“I need more,” I begged, and he slid out, stepping back so I could settle my feet on the floor.

“Ankles,” he ordered, and I bent down and grabbed my ankles.

The second he’d discovered I’d had ten years of gymnastics as a kid and was more flexible than the average human, this position had become one of his favorites.

My body was primed, my nipples were hard, my pussy soaked, and I needed him inside of me. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long, and he held me steady as he slid into me from behind.

“You good?” he grunted out.

“Yes,” I rasped.

“Trust me?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

He made sure I was secure and wouldn’t slip, then he reared back and slammed so deep, I cried out as I almost came.

“Towel rail,” he bit out and I raised enough to grip the rail, then he was slamming so hard, I came twice before he was close to done. But then his finger slid into my tight hole and I exploded again.

“Marco!” I screamed, and he wrapped his arms around me, lifting me, my back to his front as his cock pulsed inside of me.

“We’re not done,” he growled, letting me clean up before turning off the water and carrying me to the bed, despite the fact we were both soaking wet.

Settling me gently on the mattress, he pushed my knees apart and kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other before running his tongue along my folds, sucking my clit gently as he slid two fingers inside of me.

I gripped his scalp and slid one leg over his shoulder, while I dug my other heel into the bed, lifting my hips slightly to get closer.

As I rode the wave to another orgasm, he kissed his way up my body, drawing a nipple into his mouth as his cock pressed at my entrance.

“Marco,” I begged, and he slid his tip inside of me, grinning as he ran his tongue over my lips.

“What do you want, Steph?”

I don’t want to leave you.

“I want your dick to tear my pussy apart.”

“Happily,” he breathed out, slamming into me, linking my fingers with his and dragging them above my head, holding them hostage with one hand as he slid the other between our bodies and worked my clit.

I tried to pull my hands away, but he was too strong, so I wrapped my legs around his waist and met every thrust with one of my own.

It was too much.

He let out a quiet grunt, then he released my hands, continuing to work my clit with one hand while rolling a nipple with the other.

My orgasm rolled over me slow and sweet as he covered my mouth with his and kissed me gently.

I grinned against his lips. “It’s always so, so good,” I panted out.

“I love you, baby.”

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