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A husky chuckle sounds beside my ear. “We’re just getting started, luv. Hold onto the sprayer while I get ready to fuck you from behind.”

“Yes, sir.” I take possession of the shower head while he steps back and rolls on a condom. Normally, I like to watch, but I’m completely possessed by the pulsating rhythm massaging my clit and folds.

“Now, open your legs and brace your hands against the tile,” Tag commands, stealing the shower head away from me again.

I whimper at the loss, and he chuckles. “Do as I say, and I’ll make it worth your while.”

I don’t doubt that for a moment.

Tag Quinn is a next-level lover, and though he worried he would get addicted to me, it’s definitely me who is a panting, orgasmic mess over him.

He steps in behind me and splays a firm hand on my abdomen while he bends his knees and pushes his cock through my moisture and into my core. “Fuckin’ hell, you are always so wet for me.”

Anticipation has me rising on my toes to give him easier access, but I needn’t worry. His cock knows exactly where it needs to go and is filling my pussy in a moment, just like I love.

“Och, that’s better.”

It is. It’s so good.

“Breathe, luv. Don’t forget to breathe.”

As crazy as it sounds, I lost all sense of self-preservation and had forgotten to take a breath. “You feel so good inside me.”

“Aye, we are made for one another. Now, bend forward and brace yourself. I need to fuck your pretty little pussy, or I might lose my mind.”

The husky tone of his voice sends a shiver down my spine. It doesn’t even enter my mind not to obey. I’ve learned over the past week that when he gets like this, his hunger spills over and the sex is next level.

Pressing my palms against the cool tile of the shower wall, I brace myself as he begins a penetrating rhythm of in and out.

My insides light up, my inner muscles gripping him so tightly, I feel every inch of him moving inside me. The sensation is possessive and fills me up—and then he reaches around my hip.

The moment the pulsing streams of water hits my clit, the need building inside me explodes. It’s so good, I’m going to come. But I don’t want it to end. But it’s building so fast. I’m going to come so hard.

I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to keep from detonating too soon. It’s impossible. “Oh, Tag, yes!”

Waves of pleasure cascade over me as my clit throbs and his cock penetrates, hitting something sinful deep inside me.

My legs shake with the force of the release but his iron arm around my hips keeps me from falling to an orgasmic heap at his feet.

“That’s. My. Precious. Girl,” he says, each word punctuated by a grunt and a powerful thrust of his hips. “Ride your pleasure straight into another release. You’ve got more in you. I feel how greedy your cunt is. Come apart for me again.”

I’ve never had a multiple orgasm before—never even considered it—but as his demand resonates within me and he continues his punishing rhythm of slide and glide, my body responds.

From my cry tearing from my throat down to my toes, I give myself over to him. He’s told me a dozen times that he has me, and he does.

As the world explodes around me a second time, his hips thrust forward and lock. His body stiffens behind me, and his throaty grunt echoes around us as he loses himself along with me.

His hold around my ribs becomes crushing, but I don’t care. He’s so lost in his pleasure—a pleasure that I gave him—that he is gone with desire.

It’s incredible.

It takes a long moment before the two of us can breathe well enough to step apart and then, he removes the spent condom, washes the two of us up, and turns off the water. “That was perfection, luv. I’m honored to have you share your body with me like that.”

It seems like I get the better end of the deal, but I keep that opinion to myself.

The air beyond the shower is downright chilly after being contained in the steam of the spray. Grabbing a towel off the heated rail, Tag wraps it snugly around my body and I tuck it tight so it doesn’t slip off.

He takes another towel and moves behind me, gathering my hair in the plush folds. As he wrings out the excess water, I watch our reflection in the mirror and smile.

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