SERENA

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I COULDN’T BELIEVE Mac had just walked away, leaving me all hot and bothered and draped over the side of the couch. I pushed myself to a standing position. My face was flaming with embarrassment. Frustrated, I plucked my shorts and panties off the ground and headed toward the blue bathroom to take a shower. His spanking had left me so close to the edge, a whisper of air would probably make me orgasm.

I heard him rummaging through the cupboards as I passed the kitchen. Bastard, I muttered under my breath.

I switched on the water and waited for it to heat up before sliding open the glass door. It was a tub shower combo. The tub was a pale turquoise which matched the mosaic tiles on the wall.

The hot water made the skin of my buttocks sting a little. I parted my legs and started rubbing my clit. I was going to finish what my controlling husband had started.

The bathroom door opened. It only took a thumbnail to turn the old-fashioned lock. I had to admit I’d wanted him to follow me. I could see the outline of his broad body through the patterned shower glass, but I wasn’t about to stop what I was doing.

He stepped into the shower, taking up too much room. He reached around and removed my hand from my pussy. How dare he? After leaving me vulnerable and unsatisfied with my ass sticking up.

He braced his forearms on the wall on either side of me, caging me against the wall, his erection like a heated brand against my punished bottom.

“You knew damn well I wasn’t finished,” he growled. I could smell whiskey on him.

I turned within the brackets of his arms to face him. By the end of the day the golden boy always looked a bit grittier with dark stubble shadowing his strong jawline.

Now that I had him, I wasn't sure what to do with him. But it was clear by the dark, smoldering look in his gray eyes, that he knew what he wanted to do with me. A small part of me still wanted to rebel, but mostly I wanted to give him complete control. “You are too demanding,” the rebellious part of me said.

“Baby, I’m just getting started.” He took a step back and then reached down and hooked his hand behind my knee and lifted my leg, setting my foot on the rim of the tub. His fingers spread me wide and he looked his fill at my slick, pink folds. Then he cupped my pussy and inserted one of his long, broad fingers. Water continued to flow over his hard body, emphasizing his muscles as he fucked me with his finger. He reached around with his other hand and spanked me so that I was jolted onto his finger. My pussy clenched around it. Another smack and I was coming all over his finger.

He slipped his finger out and pulled me into a tight embrace as the orgasm rippled through me. I was panting and my breasts flattened against his hard body. I wasn’t done. Not even close. He did that to me. Made me pant with lust for him.

He’d brought lube home a week ago. The tube sat unopened on his nightstand, a testament to my stubbornness. I’d refused him last night and he’d been sulking ever since.

It would blow his mind to know how much I wanted him. He was my first fuck, my first suck, but I was still an anal virgin. I was worried that the escalating intimacy between us was going to make leaving him that much more painful.

He dipped his head and swept his tongue over the seam of my lips. I opened my mouth eagerly. His kiss was heated, hungry. He clutched me tighter to him, the hard ridge of his cock pressing into my belly.

Too hell with caution, I was ready to blow his mind.

I wriggled out of his hold and grabbed the tub of solid coconut oil, that I used as hair moisturizer, from the recessed shelf. I offered it to him.

He took the tub and quirked an eyebrow. “What’s this for?”

Suddenly feeling a little foolish, I stuttered out, “Th-thought you could use this instead of the stuff you bought.”

I watched as it dawned on him what I was offering. “You taking pity on me, darlin’?”

I shook my head. “It’s okay. Just forget it.” I reached for the tub of oil and he swiftly moved it out of my reach. I lifted myself onto the balls of my feet and tried again to grab it, but he was far too tall. I dropped back to my heels.

“Tell me why you changed your mind.”

“I had this quaint idea to save something for my future husband. You know, the man I’ll marry for the right reasons. But then I decided I wanted you to be my first.”

His expression turned hard. “You said the vows, baby. Or do those mean nothing to you?”

Speechless, I looked up into his fierce gray eyes, his thick lashes spiky from the water. Clearly, he took the marriage seriously whenever the hell it suited him. And it was starting to suit him a whole helluva lot lately.

“Brat, stop pouting those beautiful lips and turn around.” Despite being annoyed with him, a shiver of anticipation traveled up my spine as he unscrewed the top of the jar and scooped out a generous serving of the white cream.

I hesitated for a moment before turning and bracing my hands on the wall. As usual, he made adjustments. He had me reposition my hands lower on the wall, bringing my backside up. With my ass now far more accessible, he slid his fingers up my inner thigh and nudged. I widened my stance. Then he took one of my hands and placed it on my ass, guiding me to pull aside one cheek, so that I was spreading myself wide, exposing myself to him.

He groaned as he massaged the oil over my anus, and then dipped the tip of his finger to deposit cream inside me.

I sucked in a breath, as he worked his entire finger into my tight channel. I continued holding my breath as he began pumping his finger in and out. He removed his finger and then massaged more cream into me.

I cried out as he worked two fingers into me. I imagined what I looked like from behind, my anus greedily sucking his fingers in tight, my buttocks still glowing pink from the spanking he’d administered.

His fingers left me and he took hold of my hips. I clutched at the wall as he pushed inside of me. He went slow, stroking my back, waiting for me to adjust to him. But none of his careful preparations, made taking his cock any easier. The girth of his shaft stretched me past my limit. I felt as if I’d been impaled by a thick steel rod. Though I’d expected the extreme intimacy, I wasn’t prepared for how invasive this would feel, what a commitment I was making.

He stilled finally and I pulled in a ragged breath.

“Relax, babe, I don’t expect you to take all of me the first time.”

Holy jeez. This wasn’t all of him?

He continued to hold back for me, letting me get used to the feel of him inside me. He reached around and his deft fingers started playing with my clit. First teasing it by lightly brushing his fingers over it and then rubbing tight circles. The sensation of fullness, of pain gave way to an aching desire for him. I pushed back onto his cock, letting him know I wanted him to move. He gripped my hips again and pulled a small way out and then thrust forward. He repeated the motion over and over again until he was pulling nearly all the way out before shoving forward. Talk about mind-blowing. His cock plunging into me, the water streaming between our bodies increasing the slick feel of him entering me. My whole mind focused on the sweet, hard pain, the drag and thrust of his cock as he pumped into me. He dug his fingers into my hips and drove deeper than he’d gone before. It shattered me. I came so hard, my body shook. He followed, hot come spurting deep inside me.

My body was still experiencing the aftershock of my orgasm, long minutes after he’d pulled out. He spun me around to face him and kissed me with a possessiveness that had my heart pounding. There was something to be said for giving a good ol’ Texas boy exactly what he wanted.