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    “That’s what you told me to call you last night,” he said, with a smirk, rubbing his scruffy chin. His voice almost didn’t suit him, it was the voice of a lifelong smoker, not this conservative man standing only a few feet away, naked.
    “That was last night,” I told him, as my eyes mapped him from head to toe.
    He had large shoulders, a muscular chest and beautifully defined abs. But it was the trail of dark hair from the center of his chest, along those sexy abs past his navel, trailing onward to his very large, thick member, that took my breath away. For a moment I kicked myself that I couldn’t remember sex with him. I was shocked that I was able to walk. There was no discomfort, maybe some tenderness, but when looking at the size of his cock, I realized I should have been in some kind of pain.
    “Okay,” he grinned, taking hold of the shower curtain and slowly drawing it back. “What would you like me to call you this morning?”
    Stepping into the tub uninvited, he rested his hands on my hips and waited. His eyes were studying my face, making me feel unexpectedly shy. He licked his lips when his eyes stopped on my mouth. He was moving in for the kill, his mouth had found its target and he was inching nearer by the second. At the moment just before his beautiful lips would make impact, I turned my head and he chuckled. “Bashful?”
    “Bitch,” I told him my biker name, given to me by my Uncle Ace when I became his ward at the age of sixteen, after my grandmother kicked me out.
    “I think I like Bella better.” He nuzzled my neck, moving his hand to my breast, giving it a firm squeeze, as a thrill raced along my spine causing a moan to escape me.
    “If you value your life,” I whispered softly into his ear, before reaching my hand between his thighs and hearing his air cut off as I grasped hold of his balls. “And you happen to like your balls where they are, you’ll stop calling me that immediately.”
    “Whoa, baby,” he chuckled, as he unclasped my hand, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing it. “Bitch it is.”
    I was used to rough and tough sex, as well as being claimed with little to no consent for a quick greedy fucking by whoever at that moment. Thankfully, no one had staked claim to me, I was untamable, hence the reason I was graced with the name Bitch . This guy, he was the other extreme as he deliberately explored my body with great leisure. All kinds of thoughts entered my mind as his lips and hands skillfully played with all of my senses. Like, how did he know how to set me ablaze? Where did he learn to do that? And who in the hell was he and how did we end up in such a dump together? But that could all wait until he finished his exploration.
    Holding each breast in his hands, he heaved them gently into one, sucking both nipples into his mouth and that wonderful tongue of his swirled around them until I grasped his hair and yanked him away. I wanted more, needed more and I wasn’t the kind to ask sweetly. He had the most adorable, yet greediest look in his eyes as he lowered himself to the floor of the tub, leaving a wet path down my belly with his tongue. I widened my stance knowing what he had in mind and wove my fingers in his hair. He wasn’t moving until I was good and ready to let him. He looked up at me, our eyes locked as he licked his upper lip and though I was standing under the shower head, the water pouring over me, I could actually feel myself getting wetter. This preppy dude was exactly what the doctor ordered. Strange I would find someone like him appealing.
    “You best put that tongue to good use, preppy boy,” I snickered, shoving my pussy into his face. His brows knit together as he growled, clamping his hands on my ass cheeks, pushing his tongue deep between my folds.
    “Mmm…” he moaned, causing me to smile before my head fell back and I tightened my hold on his hair.
    “Oh, fuck!” I screamed, when his tongue discovered my clit and he flicked