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it with the tip.
    Practiced hands played along the crack of my ass, stimulating my tight hole, as he lapped at my pussy and my legs grew weak. I pinched my nipple with my free hand, rolling it between my finger and thumb and felt my orgasm growing closer with a familiar tingle only I had ever caused, deep in my belly. He held me up, holding the back of my thighs as my body stiffened and quaked and my orgasm roared from me in glorious waves.
    He removed my hand from his hair and kissed my palm. His erection was breathtaking, long and thick, heavily veined and weeping, and as I was about to drop to my knees to return the favor, he grabbed my hips and turned my back to his chest. His cock was pressed against my hip as he kissed the nape of my neck, and back and forth across my shoulders, while his fingers caressed my pussy lips and he nearly brought me to orgasm again.
    “Fuck me,” I gasped, reaching my hands up to the shower head and holding it with a death grip.
    “I intend to do just that,” he chuckled, lifting my one leg and teasing my pussy with the head of his cock.
    “I don’t want to hear you talk about it,” I growled, tilting my hips for his invasion. “Just fuck me already!”
    Chuckling into the nape of my neck he slowly fed the head of his cock into my opening and I let out a loud groan. He was big, I knew this, but the feel of all of him as he sank into me was exhilarating. I had never felt so completely filled by a man.
    “You okay?” he stopped to ask.
    “You fucking stop again to ask a stupid question and I’ll kill you in your sleep!” I yelled, pushing my ass back, forcing him inside me.
    “There’s a romantic thought,” he snickered, shoving into me, causing the air to rush from my lungs, along with a satisfying moan.
    “You got the wrong chick if you’re expecting anything more than a few quick fucks, my friend.”
    He grunted, allowing my leg to drop as his fingers dug into my hips and he yanked me back with each forward thrust. My palms slapped against the cold tiles as I attempted to steady myself. He certainly didn’t fuck the way he looked. The preppy gentleman was now a furious beast snarling into my ear as if I was his prey of the day. Just when I thought it couldn’t get much better, he swirled his hips, rubbing the perfect spot deep inside me. Few had ever lit me on fire the way this man was. I couldn’t control my breathing, shrills roared from me like a crazed woman and I cried out fuck yeah like a broken record.
    His fingernails scratched along my spine, his fingers fisting in my hair and yanking my head back. It was a surprising thrill that I hadn’t been expecting, neither was the hot sting on my bare ass cheek that raced straight to my pussy and forced my orgasm from me without warning. My body convulsed in waves of ecstasy tearing from me. It seemed to go on and on for several minutes, I had never had an orgasm like it or the feeling of complete satisfaction. I gasped for air, my lungs screaming to be filled when my not so preppy sex god pulled from me, leaving me empty, hollow.
    Hot jizz splashed against the skin on my lower back, trailing between my ass cheeks before the lukewarm spray from the shower head washed it down the drain. He was trying to catch his breath, facing into my back, his lips touching the flesh between my shoulder blades with gentle moans and the threat of reigniting my fire. It was time to create a distance from this man.
    Just as I turned the water off, his arm enveloped my waist and he pulled me against his chest, his lips touching the crest of my ear and all I could hear was his heavy breathing.
    “Hungry?” he whispered.
    My only thought at the moment was how to escape, how to get as far away from this man as I could. Because there was no way I was letting some preppy nobody into my private little world.
    “Starving,” I told him, pulling from his hold and stepping out of the tub, grabbing a towel and tossing it to him.
    “I’ll get