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A mother who loved me.

A father who loved me.

A husband who loved me.

Agodwho loved me.

Begging never gave me what I wanted. My mother, father, husband, god—none of them loved me. None of them ever saw me, heard me, cared for me.

But begging Salt to fuck me? He heard me. He saw me. I knew he would follow through. He would hear my prayers and grant my dirty wishes. He’d give me exactly what I so desperately wanted—I was willing to doanythingfor a taste. A touch.

“Please,” I whispered. “Please.”

Steam danced between our lips. I was drowning in his presence. Suddenly, he put me down, releasing me.

“Salt.”

He turned, reaching for the shower door.

“Salt, please,” I said, my voice growing needier. “I want to feel you inside of me. I want…”

The door started to open.No, no, no.My chance was slipping away.

“Salt,” I yelled, my knees buckling.

I went to the floor. The tiles were cool against my flesh, the drops of water hot. They streamed down my face as my heart hammered. “Please,” I gasped. “Please. Please fuck me with your cock.”

He didn’t move a muscle.

“I want you to breed my needy little cunt.” I couldn’t believe I’d just said that, but the words were out and I meant every desperate one of them. “Please, Salt. Please. I need to feel you. I need to be fucked. It’s been too long. No one has ever made me come during sex before you. No one has ever made me feel this way.”

“Feel what way?”

“Desperate,” I rasped. “Needy. Please.Please, please.”

He turned slightly, his dark hair much longer when wet. It curled down the back of his neck and his face. He pushed it out of his eyes, finally looking at me.

Even his gaze landing on me made me feel desperate.

“Please fuck me,” I whispered. “I need it. I need it more than anything else.”

“You need my cock more than anything else?”

“Yes.” My lips buzzed with the admission. “More than anything else. I need it to live.”

The corner of his mouth tugged. “You need mycockto live?”

“Yes. Please.Please.”

When he turned around, I sucked in a breath. Fuck, he was hard. He was beautiful. The door shut behind him as he stepped closer, his cock right in front of my face.

“Earn it,” he said.

How?I wasn’t sure how. My tongue dragged over my lip as I looked at him, drinking in the length and girth of him. It was rude to think about my ex-husband’s dick while on my knees for another man, but I couldn’t help but think?—

I’d been missing out.

“I don’t know how,” I said.

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