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round.”
     
    “Why do you always have to pin me down to an answer? Can’t you just go with it?” She didn’t know why, but she was slightly embarrassed having this conversation.
     
    He turned her around to face him with the hand that held the hair conditioner, but he kept it closed so he didn’t lose any of the precious fluid he’d gotten from the small bottle.
     
    “I’m not trying to make you nervous. I just want to make sure that this is what you had in mind when you thought to tell me about an article you read. Would l love to slip my cock into your hot ass? Yes, but I want to make sure that’s what you wanted as well. It’s an acquired desire, and I’m revved up. I need to know how to proceed.”
     
    She could only nod as she was a bit shocked at the thoughtfulness of his conversation. Not that she didn’t think he would be like that, because she wouldn’t have offered something she had only thought about before but never tried.
     
    “I’ve never tried it before with a real cock, but I have toys.” She was happy she had to be already pink from the heat of the shower and the touch of his hands because she knew she would be beet red if none of the other things were in place.
     
    The groan he released filled the shower and made her hotter than the steam that surrounded them. She almost grabbed him and told him to forget it. Aroused wasn’t the word for what she was; she was way past that.
     
    “I’ll go slow then, and I’ll make sure you love it.” He brought his lips down to hers and tasted her lips like she was a delicacy that he didn’t get very often. When he deepened the kiss, he put his hands in her hair. The way he was stroking his fingers made her believe that he was still taking care of her by making sure her hair was conditioned. She didn’t want him to do that though, because she wanted him to be as wild as she was.
     
    Grabbing on to both sides of his face, she tried to control the kiss the way she wanted it, and he moved from tasting and sipping to devouring her mouth. Yes… that is what she wanted.
     
    He broke away from her kiss, and the fact that a kiss had him breathing a bit more harshly made her more excited than she already was. When he turned her to face the shower head again, he moved both of them away from the water, and she put her foot on the rim of the tub to give him better access to work. She may have jutted out her ass and leaned over just a little to help him out.
     
    “Someone’s eager,” he purred, and she just wanted him to fuck her.
     
    Ella could only nod. Ready didn’t even describe what she was feeling right now. From the relief that she may still be able to get her life back on track to the growing desire she had to be with the complex man who stood behind her, she was pent up with all kinds of different emotions. He’d had the condom on the ledge where he’d placed the conditioner, and from the noise behind her, he was getting himself prepared to take care of both of them.
     
    He picked up the conditioner and squeezed to get the rest of the thick, fragrant substance out of the bottle. Rubbing his fingers gently on her puckered back door, it was hard not to grind herself against the hand that was attempting to get her ready.
     
    Tyson was busy with his other hand as well. The man seemed to be everywhere as he plucked her nipples, slid down to her pussy and then returned his hand to her chin. When he put her in just the correct position, he kissed her hard like he was continuing the kiss he’d stopped a few minutes ago. There was no build up and no tentative tastes because he kissed her like he needed something vital from her.
     
    “Mmmm… I think you’re ready.” He let go of her chin and assumed the position behind her, and she hoped he was done playing.
     
    Rubbing her clit with his firm slippery fingers was almost distracting, but she was happy to finally feel him push the fat head of his cock against her tight puckered hole. She’d