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I squeeze down on his cock, and he groans.

“Do that again,” he orders and keeps up his pace.

I’m so close to orgasm. My breasts bounce with every slam of his hips, and his eyes lock on them. He dips his head and sucks one, then the other.

The sensation sends me over the edge, and I buck and clutch him.

He goes rock solid against me, coming long and hard, then collapses on top of me, his chest heaving.

My hands trail over his back.

He rouses enough to press a kiss to my cleavage, then lifts off me and goes to deal with the condom.

When he returns, he scoops me into his strong arms.

I hold on to his neck and rest my head on his shoulder.

He presses a kiss to my crown and carries me to the shower. He sets me down and turns on the water, checking it until it’s the right temperature. Pushing me inside, he follows, positioning me in front of him with my back to his chest.

He reaches past me for the soap and pours some into his hand, then washes every inch of me.

I lean my head on his shoulder, enjoying his touch.

He takes the handheld shower wand and aims it at my breasts, washing the soap away, then trails it down, aiming it between my legs. I try to wriggle away.

He holds me in place until he decides I can’t take anymore, then he hangs it up, and his fingers replace the jets of water. He strokes my taught nipples.

“I can’t keep my hands off these pretty tits.”

My head lolls on his shoulder, and I moan when he detours his fingers between my legs.

“Prettiest pussy, and so responsive to my touch,” he whispers in my ear, then bites the lobe.

He makes me come again, then turns me to the wall and positions my hands on the tile.

“Up on your toes, baby. Show me that pretty ass.”

I do as he commands, and he grabs my hips, takes his cock in hand, and circles my pussy, teasing me until I’m quivering in anticipation.

When I’m sure he’s going to tease me forever, he thrusts inside, catching me off guard. When he fucks me good, his rhythm building, my breasts bounce.

He pinches my nipples, tugging on them, and another sharp orgasm shoots through me.

His arms wrap around me, holding me up when my body melts.

He finishes, pounding into me as he comes hard.

Then he washes me again, dries my body with a thick towel, and carries my exhausted body to his bed.

As I drift off to oblivion, a hazy thought flits through my mind…

He didn’t use a condom in the shower.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Baja—

The next morning, we lie in bed, cuddled together, and Baja strokes my hair.