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Melissa writhed and moaned, struggling to keep her hands above her head. I loved it. The sounds she made set me on fire. Sweat broke out on my forehead, and I fought to not plunge myself straight into her. I needed her so badly.

Nudging her legs open further with my knee, I kept one hand playing with her luscious boobs and moved the fingers of my other hand towards her entrance. She knew what I had planned and pushed up against my hand, seeking the pleasure my fingers could bring. I was so turned on I couldn’t be gentle and plunged three fingers in at once.

Little Miss Pouty Lips cried out as her greedy channel pulled them deeper, milking them with every thrust. She was so close to release, and I couldn’t wait to replace my fingers with my cock but first I wanted her to come.

Desperate to make that happen, I pulled her tight against me and increased my rhythm, thrusting hard and deep. She rocked her hips, panting hard and moaning with each thrust.

“That’s it, baby. Take them like a good girl, just the way you’ll take my cock,” I said, enjoying playing my own role.

Melissa shuddered at my words, and I chuckled to myself I made a mental note to remember to add a bit more role play to our sexy times. After all, I had to keep our sex life interesting since I had so many book boyfriends to outdo.

My eyes closed, and she cried out as her release took hold and her pussy squeezed my cock to the point it was almost painful.

Before she could come down from the high of her orgasm, I immediately removed my fingers and thrust my cock into her. I plunged in fast, then moved out slowly, then back in fast and out slowly, continue this sweet torture as I drew out her orgasm as long as possible. My dirty girl was having none of it though and moved her hands down to find a better purchase on the wall as she tried to thrust back against me.

“Bad girl!” I smacked her bum hard and lifted her hands up again.

“They stay there,” I told her as I thrust in and out slowly one more time.

My Little Miss Pouty Lips didn’t enjoy being denied, but delayed gratification was always worth the wait, so I continued with my fast, slow rhythm until she was whimpering in need, mumbling incoherently with her cheek pressed against the tiles. My knees were trembling with the effort it took to keep from ramping up the pace, but I wasn’t about to end things too soon.

Finally, I took pity on us both, increasing my speed until we were panting and moaning loudly as our release built together and exploded between us.

It was incredible. Every time with her was incredible.

“Well, Miss Martin, I think you have been thoroughly cleansed,” I laughed.

“Yes, sir,” she giggled back.

As our breathing evened out, I turned her around and kissed her deeply then soaped her all over again and rinsed her off. I quickly cleaned myself and then we got out and despite needing to hurry, spent far too long drying each other off.

As we were getting ready, my phone vibrated. It was Josh.

“I need to get this, sweetheart,” I told her, kissing her on the head and heading through to my livingroom.

CHAPTER 29

MELISSA

THE SAME DAY – SEXY AND SILLY AND SICKENED

As I watched Marko’s tight bum walking away from me, I licked my lips and bit back a grin. Lord, he had a biteable bum! The man was one gorgeous specimen.

When I woke up this morning, I felt a surge of excitement and a craving to taste him. I’d never been keen on giving blowjobs before, but with Marko, it was different. The way he groaned and moaned, thrusting into my mouth slow and controlled at first but then frantic and desperate, drove me wild. It thrilled me to know I could turn him on like that, that my mouth could bring my dangerous, sexy nerd to such wild abandon. So, when he pulled back, disappointment hit me. But I should have known he had something even better in mind. He always did.

As I got dressed for the day ahead, I felt giddy from our sexy shower play. Who knew being a dirty girl could be so much fun? It almost made me want to go out and roll in the dirt just so Marko would need to take me back to the shower.

Even though I loved my smutty romance books, I never dreamed I’d enjoy role play, let alone having my bottom spanked. But I did love it. Probably because it was Marko doing it. I had to admit, I loved everything that sexy Russian did to me. Everything we did together was so much fun. I couldn’t get enough of him, and it wasn’t just because of the utterly amazing sex. It was him. Everything about him. Marko was a dangerous male, but he made me feel nothing but safe. In his arms, I felt protected, cared for, respected, and loved.

It might have been early days, but I knew Marko was the one. I couldn’t imagine a future without him. In no time, the sexy Russian had become a permanent fixture in my life. Or at least, I hoped he was.

My apartment was being rebuilt, but I no longer wanted to live there. It just wouldn’t feel the same. Instead, I planned to rent it out for some extra income. Maybe I’d sell it one day, but I wasn’t ready for that yet. When the building was destroyed, I thought the explosion had taken all my memories with it. But I was wrong. The house was gone, but the garden, my mum’s favourite place, was still there. Dad and I had planted a rosebush in her memory after she passed, so the place still held some dear memories for me after all.

Since Marko and I hadn’t talked about the future, I wasn’t sure if I needed to find another place to stay when everything was over. From his hints, I thought he wanted me to remain with him, but since we hadn’t discussed it properly, I didn’t want to assume. And let’s face it, Marko was a domineering guy who knew what he wanted. If he wanted me to stay, wouldn’t he just say that?

Frowning, I worried my lip. What if, when the danger was over, he decided we should slow down? Maybe he’d prefer I moved out, got a place of my own, and continued dating him. He might not be ready for more commitment. After all, things had moved fast between us; we started living together the day after we met, and only for my safety.

I knew we both had strong feelings for each other, that was obvious, but did that mean we’d keep living together? What if I felt more for him than he did for me?