Page 22 of Taking The Virgin

I love that I’m doing that tohim.

As my hair covers my face and brushes his belly every time he guides me to stroke down on him, a primal growl takes him over. Without knowing what to do next, I put my hands over his to squeeze my breasts together. He increases thepace.

He’s about to come—I can feelit.

“Fuck…” hesays.

My pussy throbs harder, and I think I can even feel his cock pulsing against my tits, close to exploding. My own approaching orgasm responds, beating inside me, vibrating to getout.

He growls, and before I can finish him off with my breasts, he grabs me by the hips, pulling me up to him and sliding his cock intome.

Stunned, I inhale sharply. The sensation of him filling me up rocks me hard, and I sway on top of him before he grips my hips more firmly and leads me up and down his erection.

The water pounds and pounds me, seeming to get faster with every second. He works me on top of him with a rhythm that gets more feverish by the moment, driving into me, fucking me like I want to be fucked.

When he comes, it’s with a shredded series of grunts as he rams up and up into me with the force of his climax and the blasts of his cum. I only hold onto his arms, my head going fuzzy with my own fierce storm—raindrops hammering my skin with sharp pinpricks of heat, the erotic needles piercing me through and through until I’m nearly out of mymind.

He presses my clit, helping me to get off. “Come for me, you dirty littlegirl…”

The delightful pressure, the storm inside me, the way he talks to me—it’s all too much, and with a slap of thunderous force, I combust for him, then fall to his chest, panting, scratching, knowing it’s notover.

In succession, more climaxes shakeme.

I don’t remember anything else, not until I finally breathe again. Not until I feel the water still pattering on my back, drowning me as I gasp for one more tight breath, then relax.

Owen holds me to him, playing with my hair in a gesture that touches me, makes me happier than I’ve ever been. Then it dawns on me that we did it without being under contract, that we actually had sex for fun, enjoyment, mutual pleasure. There was nothing transactional aboutit.

Is he thinking the same thing?

And then he whispers in my ear. “Go to my bed, Red.”

I hold my breath, wondering if I was wrong about him. If he actually wants me no matterwhat.

Wondering who’s going to clean up the mess after my month with him isup.

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