Page 68 of Always Salty

“There.” She breathed. “This feels good.”

I was happy, because I was ten seconds away from coming, and that was only if she stayed still.

If she moved…

She moved.

Up and down.

Just the smallest of amounts.

And I started coming.

It wasn’t my finest moment.

Eyes closing, my abs contracted as I released my come deep inside her.

Hot pulses of it splashed inside of her, and I could do nothing but feel as I gave it all to her.

“Did you just…” she asked, eyes wide when I finally opened mine.

I laughed and pulled her to me, her tits pressing against my face as I said, “Can’t say that I have the most control with you.”

“Oh.” She seemed disappointed, like she was fully expecting me to pull out of her and not finish her off.

But like it was abnormal for me to come so fast, it was also abnormal in the way I didn’t go down. Not even a little bit.

I was still just as hard now as I was when we’d started this.

“Not so fast,” I said when she went to pull away.

“What are you…” she gasped when I flipped us and deposited her onto her back, her legs high in the air over my shoulder. “Dima!”

Goddamn, I really needed to thank those brothers for designing this bathroom with such a wide bench in the shower.

“You ready to move yet, pretty girl?” I asked.

She licked her lips, then nodded, her excitement finding its way back.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Your command is my…” I pulled out and thrust back in deep. “Pleasure.”

I fucked her hard, not holding anything back, keeping my eyes on her face for any signs of discomfort, or even the slightest twinge of unease.

My balls started to grow heavy again, but this time, I was able to hold it at bay.

Lifting her up off the bench, her ass in the air with her knees locked between my chest and forearm, I gloried in the sound of our skin slapping.

We were both sweaty and crying out by the time that she came—all without my finger on her clit.

She screamed out, and I knew had I not had excellent soundproofing, her brother who was next door would’ve heard and come running.

It sounded like she was dying, like I was killing her.

And maybe I was.

Because I was certainly killing myself.

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