Urban Cowgirl 2.1C

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Taking a deep breath, I head toward the bathroom and push the door open with both my hands. The small tiled room is covered with steam, but I can still see the tall figure in the shower, water falling over his naked and very toned body.

            Without even thinking twice about what I’m doing, I take three steps forwards and step into the shower.

            “Hey, Ash, you’re up,” he says, turning around to offer me a smile. I don’t bother with a reply—I just throw my arms over his shoulders and force him to lean down, crushing my mouth against his. As his tongue slips inside my mouth, I let one hand fall down the side of his body and I only stop when I feel his hardness throbbing against my fingers.

            “Fuck me,” I moan against his lips, and he reacts by pushing me back against the wall. Pressing his body against mine, he runs one hand through my hair and uses the other to guide his cock home.

I hold my breath as I feel its tip against my wet inner lips, and then he just thrusts.

            My eyes roll in their orbits as he slides deep inside me, and I throw my head back to let out a high-pitched moan. I surrender to his lips, to the way his hands roam over my naked body, and I surrender to the way his thick hardness is ravaging me, each thrust of his making fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids.

            It doesn’t take long for me to explode.

            One moment I’m moaning, the next I’m screaming, the sound of my voice bouncing off the walls and coming back to me as a drunken echo. By the time he comes, his cock throbbing hard against my inner walls, I’m more than ready to climb back into the bed and sleep the rest of the day away.

            God, I need a man like this in my life.

I need a man that knows how to make a woman scream.

            “Hey, where are you going?” He asks me as I reach for a towel and step outside the shower. “Why don’t you stay? Have breakfast with me.”

            I hesitate, not knowing what to say.

“I’d love to,” I finally manage, “but I don’t want to be late for work. This is an important day for me.”

            “Fair enough,” he smiles, the way his lips curl upward making something inside me tighten. “But what do you say we meet up one of these days?”

            “Agreed,” I smile back at him. “I’ll leave my number on the bedstand.”

            With that, I’m off.

            I  rush out of the bathroom, dry myself off as fast as I can, and in less than three minutes I’m out of the door. I hail the first taxi that I see, and anxiously glance at my wristwatch as I try to figure out if I can still make it to work on time. It should be fine—all I need is to get home and get a change of clothes.

            When I finally open my apartment’s door, I’m greeted by the last person I wanted to see.

            “Hey, Ashley,” Peter says.

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