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“Now out. Good girl.” He slowly pressed the plug inside her.

Fuck. Yes. It slid slowly inside her. There was a slight burn. The feeling of being stretched. But once it was fully inserted and she clenched around it, waves of need surged inside her.

More. She wanted more.

“Fuck yes. That’s gorgeous. Good girl. Such a good fucking girl to take my plug. Let’s get you clean, huh.”

She stood and held his hand as he led her into the shower. It felt kind of weird to walk around with something in her ass. She clenched her bottom cheeks around the plug. Knowing her luck, the damn thing would fall out. He washed her reverently, covering every inch of her body, even washing her hair for her.

She turned to him when he was finished, squirting some shower gel onto her hand. He’d moved his stuff in here, after rumbling about having to smell like vanilla and citrus. She started with his shoulders and arms. Strong. Hot. Masculine. He watched her with heated eyes as she ran her hands over his chest.

God, yes. She loved the feel of him. So strong yet smooth. Leaning in, she flicked her tongue over his nipple.

“You planning on washing the rest of me?” he asked in amusement.

She made a humming noise of enjoyment. “Soon.”

He chuckled. But she squeezed out some more gel and had him turn around so she could wash his back. Not that she was any less obsessed by this side of him.

His whole body was a thing of beauty, but that ass. . . holy hell. She squeezed the cheeks.

“You have an amazing ass.” She had to force herself to move lower, washing his legs then waiting until he turned to grasp hold of his cock. He let out a strangled groan as she ran her hand up and down his shaft.

“Got to make sure all of you is clean.”

“Yep,” he agreed, his eyes falling to half-mast, his breath coming faster as she played with him, running her thumb over the head of his cock.

“Fuck, baby. Not gonna last, you keep doing that.”

“So come,” she told him.

He shook his head. “Nope. Not coming like this. Turn around, bend over.”

She pouted but he gave her a stern look. She turned and placed her hands on the small seat built into the shower wall. He pressed her ass cheeks apart so he could play with the anal plug he’d inserted.

Fuck. Fuck.

Her bottom clenched around the plug. Oh hell. Felt so good. It stretched. It burned slightly, but her body welcomed the intruder.

Ass play seemed to be her thing. Who knew?

She tried to straighten, but he laid one hand on her back. Her clit was throbbing. Her pussy felt empty. Her arousal was growing.

“Bain, please,” she begged.

“Part your legs,” he commanded.

She slid them apart as she felt the head of his cock press against her pussy. He pushed inside her, pausing for a moment to let her get used to the feel of his thick head inside her. Then he drove forward.

“Fuck yes, baby,” he groaned, seating himself deep. “I can feel the plug in your ass. So tight. Damn.”

So could she. She needed him to move. She attempted to drive her hips back, but he smacked her bottom sharply.

She cried out, clenching down on him. More, please. More.

He grabbed her hips, holding her steady as he fucked her. His movements were hard, fast.

“Play with your clit, Ari,” he commanded.


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