Page 140 of F*ckboys

He turns me around and hoists me up, my back against the wet, cold wall and my thighs wrapped around his slick body. With one quick movement he slides back into me.

I'm panting, "Fuck, Aksel!"

He growls, "That's it, baby girl," as he thrusts harder. Our skin slaps together, water splashes, and his rough hands hold me hostage as he takes my mind, my body, my soul. My walls start to pulse around him, and I feel him stop moving, holding still.

"Come for me again, baby," he commands.

I do, my voice cracking, my knees weak. He follows, filling me with his hot seed.

We stay like that for a moment, panting, before he lowers me down to the tiles gently.

He leans down to kiss my shoulder, our chests heaving. "You're fucking unbelievable."

I smile against his chest, "Speak for yourself."

He climbs out of the shower, grabbing two fluffy oversized towels, and I watch as his toned ass disappears behind the curtain. When he's done, he hands me one, and I wrap it around my body.

Our fingers intertwine, and we head out into the bedroom.

"You look so fucking pretty like this," he whispers, his voice gruff as he gazes at me. He hooks a finger around the top of my towel and yanks it so that the towel crumples to the floor.

I blush. "Thanks."

He gently lays me out on the bed then crawls on top of me, kissing my neck, my jaw, my chin. Desire smolders in his eyes.

"You want more of this?" he asks.

My heart races, "Yes."

His smirk reflects the hunger in his eyes, "Good. 'Cause I'm not done."

He steps back, nudging my legs apart, and I spread for him. He dives in, his tongue tracing my slit, tasting my juices. My legs shake at the sensation, my back arching off the mattress.

"Aksel," I moan.

He grins against my clit, looking up at me. "You like that?"

I nod frantically. His tongue swirls again, sucking my clit into his mouth. My hips jerk up, and he holds me down.

"Oh my god," I moan as he flattens his tongue and laps at my swollen clit.

"Mmm," he hums, sending vibrations throughout my pussy.

"Stop," I gasp.

He pulls back slightly, "Why?"

"I want you inside me again," I say between pants.

He smirks against me, "Always the bossy one."

"Always." I agree, biting my lip.

He licks his way up my inner thighs, teasing, until he's at my entrance. His fingers slide inside, filling me, and I can feel that I'm soaking. I groan, "More."

He chuckles lowly, "More? You're insatiable."

My breath hitches as he lines himself up. "Yes."

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