RONAN Sarah looks unsure. It’s not safe to touch her toes with nothing to hold on to on the slippery floor. “Turn around,” I say. She stares at me with a little hesitation and so much hunger. “You can hold on to the shower stem. This will take a while.” Our little kitten, soft and sweet, does as I say. That’s how it’s always been. So needy, so ready and eager to please. Droplets of warm water travel down her skin. I helplessly trace every drop with my eyes, past her ass—deliciously bare, perky, soft with seeds of goosebumps sprayed all over. I dig my fingers into it and squeeze firmly, bite it, suck her blood from it like a greedy fucking vampire. I’ll be any fucking thing she needs me to be at this point. Any and every thing. Sarah places her right hand on her toe. There’s no need to hide the pleased smile on my face. I love a flexible queen. Her left hand grips the shower stem before she turns to me, wearing a lopsided grin on her beautiful face. “Are you ready?” I rub my hands together, letting her know I’m about to feast on her beautiful body. She rolls her eyes, hiding her laughter as she looks away. However, when she arches just a little bit, I know—without a doubt—she’s ready for me. I drop to my knees behind her. My nose is directly facing her core. Her pink pussy lips are spread wide open, almost singing my praises. If no one else can hear them, I fucking can. Rightfully so, if I may add. I’m going to make her come hard over and over again, until her legs feel like jelly and there’s no air left in her lungs. That’ll teach her not to tease me so much. My fingers dig into the skin of her ass, and I spread her soft cheeks apart, kneading her flesh roughly. She whimpers, it’s a soft sound at first, until my tongue licks the hairy trail of her ass crack. “Ronan,” she moans, louder this time. Her legs are faintly trembling, so I grip her knees, making sure she stands firm just for me. “Stay still, kitten. I’ve barely started yet.” “Oh God.” Her cries are gentle. “What are you doing to me?” A wicked grin flashes across my face. “You’ll see.” Once again, I spread her apart like she’s my favorite sandwich, and inside her is my favorite sandwich mixture. This time, my eyes are fixed on the cute little hole staring back at me. So tight. I want to burst it open and make her beg for release. However, slow and steady always wins the race. It can wait…for now. That leaves me two options: fingers or tongue? I reckon it’s better to go in tongue first, ease her into taking and welcoming me. Pressing my nose against her, I take a long, heavy sniff of her ass, before my tongue licks it clean one more time. She tastes so good. A mixture of sweat, salt, water, and flesh. The base of my tongue lingers above her asshole, teasing her entrance. She curls her toes, pushes her ass backwards, engulfing my face. I can’t breathe, nor do I possess a desire to. Teasing, sucking, I stuck the base of my tongue—the little nerve ending—into her asshole. “Fuck!” As if it wasn’t enough, she throws her ass back once more, against my face. “Take it. Take all of it, daddy. Please.” Fuck. Listening to her beg to fill up her asshole, beg for my tongue, for me…it’s more than enough to make my cock strain. I didn’t think it was possible to get any harder, but that’s Sarah HawkThorne for you—always making impossibilities possible. I can’t keep my hands to myself when it comes to her, so I decide to keep my right hand busy by reaching for her pussy, tracing her mound until I find her clit. When I do, I don’t let go. I stay on it, tapping slowly while eating her ass, until she floods my fingers with her juices, pours all over my fingers while screaming our last name, swearing to make us pay for making her a sex monster. In her exact words: “you’re going to pay for this!” More squirt, and incoherent swearing. “You made me…a fucking monster. I…fuck! Yes! Keep tapping…harder…faster…I fucking hate you, Ronan HawkThorne…you’ve made me a shameless…needy…bitch. Fuck!” I would laugh if I wasn’t so turned on. “You’re fucking killing me.” Her toes are curled so far back, knees buckling hard, I’m afraid she’ll fall. “Please,” she begs. I finally pull away, my nose is smeared with liquid from her body. Water from the shower head quickly washes it away. I should turn it off so her taste and smell can stay longer, but she seems to love the feel of the water against her skin. “Look at that,” I chuckle. “Our needy slut is begging already. What do you want? Tell daddy what you need.”“Your cock.” She locks eyes with me as she begs, while biting her sexy lips. “Please daddy. Fuck me already.” Shit. I’m going to burst right now if I don’t. “Both hands on the shower stem.” My voice is husky and croaked, it’s a miracle she even hears me. She obeys. There’s no hesitation this time, just a dying willingness, and she will get her promised reward at the end. “You’ll do anything for my cock, won’t you?” She tilts her neck sideways to catch my gaze. “Fuck you.” Oh. I grab her hips and bend my knees. “That’s exactly what I plan to do, sweetheart.” She laughs. Her eyes sparkle with amusement, but it does nothing to hide the need burning at the surface when my cock nudges at her wet core, grazing her slick mound of flesh. In the heat of this moment, we’re flesh, and water, and sweat, and sex, blended into one, fused…there’s nothing and no one like us. Sarah does the thing with her eyes that drives me crazy. It’s like her eyeballs go up and completely disappear into her head, that nothing is left behind besides white, and thin red lines that become more visible the deeper my cock goes in. “Yes!” Another scream from her and my jaw hardens. Her warm pussy walls, soft, and deliciously wet clench around my dick. I lean forward, closer to her. I want to fill up as much of her as I possibly can, while reaching for her sweet spot—the little bean of pleasure—and flicking its fleshy bud. She’s so wet and sweet around me, I nearly come without a single stroke. And the first almost renders me useless. My head kicks backwards as I pull out for my second stroke. She screams, and her grip becomes tighter. I worry she’ll pull it out of the wall. Focus, Ronan. Or don’t. Try not to think about how well she’s taking your cock, how loud she’s screaming your name, or the recoiling waves of her ass as your thighs pound the soft skin of her thighs. I can’t. She was made for us, crafted by the universe with us in mind. There’s nobody like her. There will never be. My hair and body are soaked from the running water. For the first time in my life, hot water leaves me with goosebumps on my skin. I stroke her clit faster and harder. Malachi and Jacob growl behind us, about to reach their own orgasms, no doubt. Sarah tiptoes. As she goes a bit higher, I make sure to do the same, to keep our rhythm and pace. I can tell when I’ve reached a sweet spot. She cries out and leans into me, squirting warm liquid all over my cock. My rod throbs and pulses inside her. I let myself go, let myself spill, pumping her full of my come. Just like that, Sarah’s greedy, wanton cunt milks every drop.