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Ox brought the food over to me and let me decide what I wanted. Surprisingly, I found myself famished. The plate of crispy fries looked amazing, so I snacked on a few as I mapped out what entree I wanted first.

My bladder objected at being neglected for so long, so I excused myself to the bathroom. Gazing into the mirror as I washed my hands, I got a good look at myself for the first time since being kidnapped. I couldn’t believe how terrible my reflection was. My makeup had been smudged, and streaks of black mascara had run down my cheeks from all my sobbing.

Deciding I’d have a long, hot shower after dinner, I splashed some cold water on my face, which at least took care of the mascara streaks. The rest would have to wait until later.

Returning to the bedroom, I saw that Ox had set me a plate with more food on it than I could eat in a week. Before I could censor the thought, a feeling of love so strong swept over me. Nobody had ever put my needs first like Ox did. It made me feel so loved. So cherished. And I knew, as long as I lived, he’d always be this kind and generous. It was just who he was.

“Why didn’t you tell me about how bad my makeup looked?” I teased, as he poured me an ice-cold glass of Coke.

Ox snorted. “You think I give a fuck about that shit?”

My grin turned into a full fledged smile. “Well, I do! In the future, it’s your job to tell me when I look a mess. Got it?”

“Whatever you say, Babe,” Ox agreed, starting to fix his plate next.

I was only able to eat a fourth of what Ox had portioned out for me before I had to call it quits. “I need to take a shower,” I said on the tail end of a yawn.

“Okay, sounds good,” Ox replied, rolling the cart of uneaten food out into the hall for the wait-staff to retrieve later.

Cranking the water near to boiling, I stripped off my clothes, tossed the soiled pieces into the trash, and climbed inside the hot stream. The showerhead was the kind that mimicked a waterfall, and I couldn’t have been more grateful for how strong the pressure was as I soaked myself under the powerful jets.

When the bathroom door opened and I saw Ox standing there, naked, my stomach gave a slow dip. Every time I looked at this man, it was like the first time all over again. He was, in a word, magnificent. Truly, he could have given those Greek statutes a complex with how toned and muscular he was. And that part of him that nestled between his legs, only half engorged at present but still bigger than most men fully hard, was no exception. My God, the man was perfection in the flesh, and I’d never get enough of looking at him.

Need, hot and heavy, rolled through me then. Ox stalked toward the shower and opened the glass door. The steam poured out and the chill crept in. My nipples peaked in an instant, and my skin pebbled from the cold draft that was floating all around us.

“Figured we could shower together,” Ox said, stepping inside and swallowing most of the space in this jumbo sized stall. “Turn around and I’ll scrub you.”

Loving how well he took care of me, I obliged and let him shampoo my hair first. Next, he soaped up my skin and massaged the suds up and down my sensitive body.

When he softly began to kiss my neck, I moaned and leaned into him. “No way, naughty girl,” he teased. “I didn’t come in here to start anything. I just wanted to take care of you. Relax and enjoy.”

Those might have been the sexiest words I’d ever heard. When he began to soap between my legs, I arched my rear intohis groin. In response, I could feel the pillar of granite between his legs knocking against my ass, insisting to come inside.

“You need to come, Babe?” he asked, his calloused fingers slipping between my slick folds.

“Yes,” I breathed, thinking I needed that now more than ever before. What Ghost had done had traumatized me to my very core. Only Ox, and his loving hands, could even begin to undo the damage.

Taking control, Ox began to swirl his wet fingers around my clit. The direct contact caused me to soar. Moaning, I arched and begged incoherently for more.

Fingers moving faster, Ox asked, “You going to come for me, Kayla?”

“Yes, but I want you inside of me when I do,” I panted, desperate for his cock.

Ox hesitated. “Are you sure you want that, Babe?”

Growling, I leaned forward, reached between my legs, and fisted his cock. “Yes, damn it!”

Rubbing his cockhead along my slit, I notched him into place and pushed backward. Ox’s hiss of pleasure was music to my ears as I impaled him inside the tight ring of muscles that guarded the entrance to my sex.

“Fuck! You’re so hot and wet,” he noted, as his hips snapped forward, seating his shaft to the hilt.

I gasped as my body acclimated to being so full. When I was ready, he began to move. We soon found our rhythm. See-sawing back and forth until our grunts and moans let each other know we were both perilously close to the edge.

Ox rubbed my clit faster and said, “Come for me, Kayla. I can’t hold out much longer!”

His motions became much more frantic then as he slipped in and out of my soaking passage. His fingers began to matchhis thrusts, and I shot into the stratosphere before exploding all over him like an M80 on the Fourth of July.

Not far behind, Ox turned into a wild man and began to pound away, desperate for his own release. When it hit him, he shouted and buried himself into my channel before his liquid warmth filled me to the brim.

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