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He fucked me harder than before as his cock thickened inside of me. “Jaan,” he shouted as he filled me with his cum.

He collapsed onto me with his face buried into my neck. My arms snaked around his back, holding him tight. We lay there for a while, sticky with sweat and arousal.

When his cock fully softened, he pulled out and rolled onto his back next to me. The only sound between us was our breaths falling into a steady resting pace. He stared up at the ceiling. “Did I hurt you?”

“A little,” I replied.But I liked it.It was the best sex of my life.

The mattress shifted under his weight as he got up from the bed. He walked over to the opposite side and took my hand to guide me off the bed too. Warm cum slid down my thigh as gravity took over.

He led me into the bathroom and into the shower. The warm water from the dual heads felt so good on my spent body. The view in front of me wasn’t bad either.

Streams of water flowed down his chiseled pecs and six pack. His biceps flexed as he lathered his torso with soap. He had emptied himself into me just minutes ago and his flaccid dick still looked big. I felt my mouth water as small soap bubbles slid down his shaft. Realizing I was gawking again, I grabbed a bottle of shampoo to break my focus.

“Let me.” He took the bottle from me and squeezed some onto his large palm. “Turn around.”

I turned, giving him access to my hair.Oh.Long fingers weaved themselves into my hair and massaged my scalp. I tilted my head back further, enjoying the sensation of being taken care of by a man. He carefully washed my hair and smoothed on conditioner. Soapy hands rubbed my neck and back. They roamed my entire body, slipping down to my ass cheeks and snaking around to my front. He lathered my breasts in gentle circles and moved down my belly toward my folds. The water washed away the suds from my body. His fingers found my clit, and instinctively, I rocked against them. He worked my sweet spot in languid strokes.

Any memory of the soreness from earlier disappeared as arousal took over. I backed up into his frame, feeling his hard cock press into my skin. He alternated kisses and bites down my neck and shoulder.

I turned my face back to find his lips and was met with a hungry welcome. Our tongues caressed each other as I ground into his hand.

“Hold onto me,” he groaned in my ear. He spun me around to face him. Suddenly, he lifted me off the floor and pressed me against the shower wall. I wrapped my legs around his hips, hooking my ankles together behind him. My arms wrapped around the back of his neck tightly.

He invaded me, penetrating me with his fullness. I moaned with pleasure. I didn’t think I could ever get used to his size. He pounded into me, my ass pressing into the wall behind me. I couldn’t tell if it was the steam or lust that clouded my vision.

His teeth latched onto my neck, biting so hard that I would have marks tomorrow. His marks. The idea of the world seeing his marks of ownership turned me on even more.

I felt my pussy grow slicker with every pump he administered. Waves of heat coursed through my belly. I couldn’t hold on anymore. Pleasure overtook my body, reverberating through my core. His pace quickened and his cock stiffened even more before he found his release.

Pressed to the wall, I unhooked my legs and let them fall with the weight of gravity to the floor. They felt like jelly. I had to hold on to his shoulders for support.

I found his beautiful eyes with mine. They were usually fixed with a stern expression, but now only gentleness reflected in them. I got lost in this softer side of him.

We rinsed off under the now cool water and dried off with fluffy oversized towels. Back in his bedroom, Shyam slipped on a pair of boxers.

I wasn’t sure what would happen next. I wanted to spend the night with him, but I thought maybe it was more appropriate to head home. I knew we had shared something special this evening, but I didn’t want to assume what we had done was anything more. I picked up my panties from the floor and slid them on.

I moved to slide on my jeans, when Shyam interrupted me. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting dressed. I can call an Uber to drop me home,” I replied.

He opened his top dresser drawer and pulled out one of his t-shirts and tossed it to me. “Put this on.”

I dropped my jeans and pulled the oversized shirt over my head.

He pulled back the sheets. “Get in.”

He wanted me to stay. I tried to contain my excitement as I slid into bed next to him.

Inwardly, I was smiling because he probably didn’t view this as a booty call either. He tucked me into his body, so his front cradled my back. His heavy arm anchored me down to the bed. I relaxed into his warm hold and felt his breathing even out behind me. Not too long after, I was lulled into a deep sleep too.

Chapter XVI

Amelia

Iwoke the next morning to sunlight shining through the windows. I rolled over to push myself up to sit. My head pounded.Fuck. Why did I drink so much last night?I’d been asking myself that question a lot lately.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and my surroundings came into focus. This wasn’t my apartment.

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