Page 69 of Always Salty

“Fuck!” I roared, bending her in half with my need to get deeper.

When I finally got my wits about me, I reversed us so that she was on top again and allowed my arms to flop to encircle her as I tried and failed to catch my breath.

“Wow,” she breathed. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”

I swallowed hard as I opened my eyes and studied the crown molding above my head. Why the shower had crown molding, I didn’t know.

I also didn’t know I had crown molding…

“I didn’t, either,” I admitted.

She leaned up onto a forearm in my chest and said, “Have you ever…”

Have I ever had anal sex before?

“No…” I hesitated. “I’ve done other things…but never that.”

Never wanted to.

It seemed like too much work.

“Good,” she breathed. “I’m glad that I could get that with you alone for the first time.”

I grinned. “I’ve never in my life come so hard twice in a row like that. I think you might have to just sit there before I clean you up.”

She giggled and got off of me, my wet cock flopping pitifully to my belly, still hard and wet.

“This shower is amazing. And the water is still hot!” she said as she backed away.

I watched the sway of her hips, and wondered if I was defective.

It wasn’t normal not to go down for an hour…right?

I fucked her again five minutes later.

And again in the bed when we were still completely wet, causing us to have to change the sheets after.

Finally, my cock went down once she fell asleep, and I told myself I’d never survive if we didn’t get this under control…

I didn’t mean to push all your buttons. I was looking for mute.

—Keely’s secret thoughts

KEELY

“Marrying a man that holds you accountable is amazing,” Nastya grumbled as she picked at her food.

I looked at Nastya’s food, which just so happened to be steak, broccoli and mashed potatoes.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, I told him after our child was born that I wanted to get back in shape, and I made him promise me to help me help myself. And now he won’t let me cheat on my diet,” she grumbled. “Like my pregnancy wasn’t hard enough because I had to watch my blood sugars constantly, and then it doesn’t bounce back. I mean, I ate freakin’ good, for Christ’s sake! How is that fair that I still look like I’m four months pregnant?”

“What kind of diet is it?” Brecken asked, looking at her plate. “To be honest, that steak looks pretty amazing.”

Nastya leaned back and threw up her hands. “It is amazing! He made it, so of course it’s going to be amazing! He even cut it up into pieces and grilled all the little tiny pieces in ghee and garlic for me because he knows I like all the bites to have a little bit of a crust to them. Even the broccoli tastes really, really good. I don’t even like broccoli, and he somehow made it taste really good.”

“But…” I drawled.

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