Page 159 of The Stud

About 5 months later…

Arden

I let my tongue lazily trace the lettering of hisglacies bellatortattoo while scorching hot water rushes the stretch of my spine and ass that’s being roughly grappled and bounced along the entire length of Tanner’s cock.

Henrikhavemercy…how the fuck are we supposed to ever finish house renovations if we’re rushing off to bang after each room we successfully paint?!

Never had this much shower sex in my life.

“Such a fucking beauty, babe,” groans my fiancé against the ear that once housed an aid yet no longer has to. “Especially when you’re this wet.”

Whether that’s in reference to my entire body or just my pussy is unknown.

And unneeded to know given the way my slippery muscles clamp down in approval.

Greedily swell and soak his shaft as he fervidly pounds deeper.

Faster.

Frenziedly fucks like he’s desperately racing against the penalty clock, determined to get a shorthanded goal.

Scraping my nails upward into his scalp not only steals a delicious, dark hiss from his parted lips, it spurs him to tighten his hold.

Slam into me harder.

Shoot to the tips of his toes to ensure his full force is felt on every stroke.

The uncontrollable need to moan his name sends my mouth tumbling off his skin. “T…Ta…”

“You can do it, Slayer,” he purrs, balls spanking my backside the way he wishes his fingers could. “Say my bloody name.”

Clutching onto his wet locks for stability precedes my head dropping backward on a louder, more intense attempt, “T…Tan…”

“God, you look perfect on my cock,” he praises alongside more feral jerking.“Ice it.” The salacious instruction encourages my hips to sway into his rabid bucking. “Fucking snow me.” Water continues flowing down my bouncing tits, splashing droplets around the enclosed space. “Bloody cover me, snipe.”

It’s impossible to stop my sopping muscles from tightening.

Thrumming.

Swearing their allegiance on every sharp thrust.

“Scream my bloody name,” Tanner possessively commands, panting and puffing and pounding, completely unhinged. “Scream my bloody name and come on my cock.” His middle fingers curl slightly inward to guarantee they’re brushing against my back hole. “Give me my goddamn gino, Slayer.” Adding pressure is attached to proclaiming. “We both know I’ve fucking earned it.”

Despite every spiteful instinct inside of me that’s insisting we continue to resist, fight the good fight, be the stubborn pest he fell for and keeps falling for, I can’t refrain from succumbingto the blissful pumping that’s continuously caressing my clit and the heavenly nudging being matched on the opposite end and the heat from the water that’s salaciously suffocating me like it’s his palm around my throat.

Even if I wanted to hold out for another five minutes or – fuck – five seconds, I couldn’t.

Grinding into his controlled yet frantic diving, kicking my ankles into his tensed thighs, yanking his head backward while he does his best to keep it forward, to keep his attention plastered on me, leads to a body shaking orgasm I swear I’m going break a bone from.

“Tannnnnerrrrr!” leaves once and then twice and a third time, each screech louder, more intense than the next. The rattling sounds of the glass door caused by my screaming simply emboldens them to become wilder.Rowdier.Almost deafening. “Tannnneeeerrrrrr!”

“Fucking, take it, Slayer,” growls the love of my life at the same time the first blistering burst splashes against my quivering muscles. “It’s all bloody yours.” Fiery wave after wave spills past my insatiable lower lips until it can be felt spewing itself onto my trembling thighs. “Only. Yours.”

At that announcement, my face springs back upward to pounce his lips in a way I’m grateful I get to do in privateandin public now.

I never pictured myself being one of those broadskies that likeneededto publicly have her tongue in her boyfriend – er –fiancé’smouth and to be fair I’m not one.

I’m just also…notnot one.

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