Page 14 of Still Burning

“FUUUCK!”

The warmth of his release inside me made me moan as I fell to my elbows and let my forehead drop to the mattress. I wanted it. All of him. I shouldn’t let him keep coming inside me, but I was unable to stop it now. I needed it. And he’d said that I was the only one he’d ever released in or fucked bare. That I was the only one he’d ever wanted to come inside.

“Goddamn, your cunt gets tight when it milks my dick,” he groaned.

My high was fading, and I felt the dampness between my thighs and realized I’d done it again. That squirting thing. I hadn’t last night, and I’d been relieved. I had no control over when it happened. It just did. And when it did, the orgasms were always more intense.

Rome ran his hands up my back, and I sighed happily.

“Come take a shower with me.” His voice was hoarse.

I turned my head to look back at him. “Do you have time?” I was still insecure about the shower. I’d be completely naked, standing up in front of him.

He nodded, then wrapped my hair around his hand and tugged at me to stand up while grinning. “You just stuck your naked ass out and let me fuck you from behind. Don’t go getting shy on menow, Angel Face.”

I allowed him to pull me up and back until I was pressed against his chest.

He hummed in my ear and cupped my breasts in his hands. “I want to lather you up and see you in nothing but soap bubbles.”

A small laugh escaped me. “Why?”

“I just do.”

I laid my head back against his chest. “I’m nervous,” I admitted.

“About…the shower?” he asked, sounding confused. “I won’t get soap in your eyes, I swear.”

Smiling, I shook my head. “That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it.”

He dropped his hands to my waist and turned me around to face him. Grabbing my chin, he forced me to meet his gaze. The pale green was almost overcome by his pupils. “If this is body bullshit again, I swear I’m going to put you over my goddamn knee and spank your ass until it’s glowing red.”

And that shouldn’t turn me on. But somehow, it did.

“You, uh”—I licked my lips—“might want to try a different threat.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Why? You like the idea of a spanking, Angel Face?”

I hesitated, then nodded my head, saying nothing.

His eyes flared. “Bad girls get spanked. You planning on being bad?”

I wasn’t sure what constituted as bad. “I don’t want to get in a shower with you.”

He smirked. “Yeah, well, we are gonna get over that shit right now,” he said before grabbing my sundress and pulling it up so quickly that I didn’t have time to realize what he was doing until it was over my head. I tried to grab at it, squealing from the fact I was bared to him as he jerked it over my head and threw it acrossthe room.

Wide-eyed, I stared at him as his gaze slowly took in my naked body. I’d turn and run for the bathroom and lock myself inside of it if it wasn’t for the view he’d have of my butt while I was running off.

When his eyes finally made it back to my face, I wasn’t breathing. I had been holding my breath, trying to tell myself this would be okay. He wouldn’t care that I wasn’t stripper perfect.

“We will have to wait on the soaping you up. I’m gonna need to fuck you in the shower,” he said darkly as he began to stroke his cock.

Dropping my gaze, I saw he was erect again.

“Yeah, that’s right. Look at it. This is what the sight of your naked body does to me. Now, no more insecure shit.”

My eyes flew back up to meet his.

He nodded his head toward the bathroom. “You go first. I want the ass view.”

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