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I spread my legs wider, giving him room to do whatever he wants.
In true Tripp fashion, he torturously teases me first, gliding his featherlight touch down my arms and thighs before grabbing my thong and literally tearing it off my skin. The garter belt and stockings go next. Then he puts one bra strap between his teeth, glides it down one arm, and does the same to the other.
He takes the cowboy hat off my head, and without missing a beat, he unclasps the back with one hand in a single flick.
Looking smug as if he’s satisfied by his handiwork, he removes it completely and then tosses it to the pile on the floor.
Sitting completely naked now, his heated gaze rakes over every bare inch of my body.
As he stands between my legs, he traces over my lips and stares deep into my soul, grinning. “So fuckin’ beautiful, Sunny. Inside and out.”
I squeeze his hips to tug him closer. “I could say the same about you, or rather, handsomely beautiful.”
His lip curls in disapproval. “Sexy? Masculine? Strong? Perhaps one of those.”
I roll my eyes and push him back so I can hop off the counter. “Ego-driven, stubborn, clueless would be better options.”
Before I can stop him, he hauls me over his shoulder and opens the shower curtain.
“Tripp!” I smack his bare ass, but it doesn’t faze him in the least.
He holds my legs with one arm, and I hold on to him with a death grip.
“Sunny...” He chuckles, turning on the water. “I’m not gonna drop you.”
“Oh, sorry for not being overly confident while I’m hangin’ upside down with a hard floor beneath me.”
He palms my ass and squeezes. “Trust, baby.”
“I will when I’m facin’ upright.”
Once he steps inside and closes the curtain, he pulls me back up and positions me against the wall with his hips pinning me in place.
“Jesus, talk about whiplash.” I firmly hold on to his shoulders and shiver under the cool air.
“The water should heat up in a second. Until then, my cock can keep you warm.”
I look between us, notice he’s hard again, and smirk. “Well, I’m not gonna knock myself up.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Tripp
Sharing a breeding kink with your girlfriend is all fun and games until the risk of your dick falling off becomes a real concern.
I’ve lost count of how many orgasms Magnolia’s had and the masculine pride in me is beaming like a smug bastard, but every part of my body is on fire. Coming from someone who’s pulled many twelve-hour shifts doing bitch work on the ranch, that was nothing compared to the stamina of a woman who’s making up for lost time. Of course, after bragging about the level of my own, I couldn’t let her one-up me.
After the shower where I thoroughly fucked her against the wall, we took a dinner break, and I suggested we watchDirty Dancingsince we couldn’t before with Sydney’s emergency surgery. But halfway through the movie, her mouth ended up wrapped around my cock, and that led to round three.
Once we were ready for bed, she asked to borrow a T-shirt, and the moment I saw her in it, my dick was hard again.
Round four ended up with me bending her over and taking her deep and hard as she stuck out her perfect, round ass for me.
Admittedly, it’s the first time I’ve ever experienced marathon sex, and now my calves are paying for it.
But it was so fucking worth it.
Holding Magnolia as she slept and being able to touch her is still surreal.
