You walk towards the door of the penthouse where your stepmother is, after being called here first thing in the morning, the nerves and anxiety consumes you, making you pause at the door, frantically searching for excuses to use, and hoping that she's not as furious as it was last night The door swings open before you can even prepare a plan, in front of you stands Carla, her face is a mask of fury and dissapointment, she looks you up and down before letting out a cold sneer "About time you arrived" she leaves space for you to enter the house "Well? What are you waiting for? Come inside before I drag you in!"

Her gaze doesn't leave your crotch as you enter, the look in her eyes is one of both anger and frustration mixed with lust. Carla swallows hard, forcing herself to maintain eye contact with yours before glancing away briefly. "Nothing's wrong, per se... But I need to talk to you about what happened last night."

Her voice is tense, strained as she tries not to give into the primitive urges coursing through her veins. She paces around the room, clearly trying to work off some of her nervous energy. "I don't want to make this any more awkward than it already is... But I think we need to discuss some boundaries."

Her face twists into a look of anger and pain as you say those words. "Your father doesn't need to know about that." Her voice is cold, hard as steel. She takes another step closer, her breath hot on your cheek. "But I do. And I want you to understand how wrong it was... for both of us."

She reaches out a hand and grips your shoulder tightly, forcing you to meet her gaze once more. "Do you see how this affects her? How it could ruin her life?" She asks, gesturing towards the door leading to your sister's room. "I can't let that happen."

Her eyes widen in disbelief as you say those words, but she quickly composes herself. "That doesn't matter!" She hisses, her voice shaking with anger and frustration. "What matters is that you don't do this again! Not to her... not to anyone else!"

She releases your shoulder, stepping back so that a small distance remains between the two of you. Her hands ball into fists at her sides as she takes another deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "If I catch you doing something like that ever again..." She trails off, her gaze burning into yours with a promise of retribution. "...Just don't."

Her face darkens further at the mere suggestion, and she takes a step closer once again. "Don't you dare," she hisses through gritted teeth. "She's not a piece of meat for you to fuck whenever you want. She has feelings, too... and I won't let you hurt her."

She pauses, her chest heaving with anger as she tries to regain control of the situation. After a moment, she says slowly, "If I catch you with any other girl in this house..." Her voice trails off again, eyes darting around the room as if looking for something to hold onto. "...I will make sure you regret it for the rest of your life."

Her eyes narrow even further at your words, and she takes another step closer still. "I don't care where you do it," she hisses through clenched teeth. "But you will not disrespect my daughter like that again. She is off-limits to you." The fire in her eyes seems to burn brighter as anger consumes her completely. "Do I make myself clear?"

There's a threatening air about Carla now, as if she's capable of doing unimaginable harm to anyone who crosses her or hurts those she cares about. She stands before you, powerful and imposing despite her smaller stature.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the audacity of your question before they narrow to slits. "They are my words," she says through gritted teeth, "because I am speaking on behalf of both of us." Her voice drops to a dangerous whisper as she steps even closer. "Don't you dare pretend like this is anything other than what it is: me telling you to stay the fuck away from her."

There's a sudden heat in Carla's cheeks, and she looks down briefly before meeting your gaze again with renewed determination. "Do not test my patience," she says firmly. "She means more to me than anything else in this world."

Her eyes widen further at your words before narrowing to angry slits once more. "So you're telling me," she hisses through clenched teeth, "that it was my fault? That I should have warned her not to trust anyone?" The rage in her voice boils over as her fists clench even tighter at her sides.

Carla takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before launching forward and grabbing the front of your shirt with both hands. "You disgusting little pig!" she snarls, pulling you closer until you're nose-to-nose with her. Her tone drops to an icy whisper, barely concealing the violence behind it. "If I ever catch you near her again, I swear to God... I will make sure you never forget what happened."

With that, she shoves you away from her so

Her eyes flash with anger as she shoves you away roughly. "What's it to you?!" she snaps, her voice laced with venom. "You think I should just sit back and let you ruin everything she has left?" She steps back, regaining some of her composure, but the fury in her gaze remains unmistakable. "She's my daughter," she says through gritted teeth. "And I will protect her with every breath in my body."

There is a moment of silence as Carla takes a deep, shuddering breath. Her expression softens slightly, though the anger still lingers beneath the surface. "I hope you understand that," she says quietly, almost pleadingly. "For your sake... and for hers."

Her face turns cold as she takes the envelope from you, carefully unfolding it and scanning its contents before meeting your gaze once more. "Thank you," she says through gritted teeth. "I'll be sure to send him a nice letter in return." Her words are venomous, laced with anger and disbelief.

She balls up the envelope and tosses it at you, then turns on her heel and begins to pace away from you. "Just stay out of my daughter's life," she says over her shoulder as she continues to walk away. "And maybe, one day, we can pretend this never happened."

Her head snaps around at the sound of your voice, anger flashing in her eyes once more as she glares back at you over her shoulder. "What did you say?" she demands, taking a step towards you before regaining control and forcing herself to stop. Her chest rises and falls quickly as she tries to calm down.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that," she hisses through gritted teeth. "Or I swear I won't be able to resist the urge to slap some sense into you." She takes another step forward, her voice lowering dangerously as she continues. "So just shut your mouth and listen when I speak, understood?"

Carla pauses again, gathering herself before turning completely around to face you fully. Her posture is straight, shoulders back, as if bracing for impact. "And remember what I said," she warns softly,

"What did you just say?" Her words come out sharp as she takes an automatic step back, eyes widening in surprise at the sudden command coming from the usually silent REX. Her hand reaches up to clutch at her chest, fingers digging into her blouse as if seeking purchase against the foreign emotion rising within her.

Her eyes widen further in shock at the sound of your angry command. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, trembling with tension as she tries to decide whether to obey or defy you. "Fine," she grinds out through gritted teeth, steeling herself against whatever emotion is surging up inside of her.

With slow, deliberate steps, Carla crosses the room until she's standing directly in front of you. She raises her chin defiantly, meeting your gaze head-on despite the racing heart and fluttering stomach that betray her anger. "What do you want from me?" she asks softly, almost whispering as if afraid to let the words out too loudly.

Her eyes widen in surprise and disbelief as she hears your words. "What?" she breathes out, hardly able to process the information you've just given her. Her anger fades away momentarily, replaced by confusion and uncertainty. "But... I thought you understood how this would affect her!"

She shakes her head slowly, looking down at the ground as if searching for an answer in the pattern of the floorboards. "You can't just send her away," she mumbles, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's not fair."

The thought that you hold so much power over their lives right now sends a shiver down Carla's spine. She swallows hard, trying to regain some semblance of control, but the fear and anxiety only grow stronger.

"No... I..." Her voice trails off as she realizes what this means. She bites down on her bottom lip, struggling to find the right words in the midst of confusion and growing fear. "But we can't just let them be apart for so long," she says softly, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding or compassion. "It isn't safe."

Carla takes a step closer, her heart racing as she reaches out to tentatively place a hand on your arm. Her touch is light, trembling slightly with emotion. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse from the effort it takes to get the word out. "You have to let her come back."

Her eyes narrow as she studies your face for any sign of deception, but finds none. She takes another slow breath, trying to calm her racing heart and regain some semblance of composure. "Fine," she says reluctantly, her voice quiet. "As long as you promise everything will be okay."

There's a note of uncertainty in her voice that betrays the fact that she doesn't quite trust your words alone. She hesitates for a moment longer before slowly pulling away from you, her hand sliding off your arm. "I hope I can trust you," she says softly, turning to walk back toward the door leading to her own room.

Her words hang in the air between them like a physical thing, wrapping themselves around Carla's senses and causing her to tremble with desire. Despite her anger earlier, there's an undeniable need within her that these words are striking directly at, making it impossible for her to ignore. She turns slowly back toward REX, meeting his gaze once more as a slow heat begins to spread through her body.

"Your father... isn't the only one who can give me what I want," she says softly, each word dripping with suggestiveness and lust. Her voice is low and sensual, barely above a whisper as she steps closer once more. "And if you really know how to please me..." She pauses, taking another slow breath that does nothing to steady the quickening beat of her heart. "Then perhaps I'll give you a chance."

With those words, Carla reaches out and places her

hand on your chest, feeling the strong beat of your heart beneath her fingertips. Her other hand reaches up to stroke your cheek gently before moving around to cup your jaw, guiding you closer still until their faces are only inches apart. "Prove it," she whispers, eyes burning with desire as they search yours for any sign of doubt or hesitation.

Her lips part ever so slightly, inviting you in as she leans forward, angling her head to the side expectantly. The sensation of wanting this man so desperately threatens to overwhelm her, but the power dynamic between them has changed entirely now that he's shown himself capable of understanding what truly drives her. It's intoxicating in a way she never thought possible... and she can't help but crave more.

The feel of his hands on her ass sends a shudder of pleasure through her body as she moans into the kiss. Her tongue tangles with his, their tongues dancing expertly together as they explore each other's mouths. She grinds herself against him, seeking friction where there is none and desperately wanting more.

Her hands slide down his chest, tracing circles over his defined abs before moving lower to hook into the waistband of his shorts. With a sharp tug, she pulls them down his hips and off, revealing his hard cock standing tall and ready for her. She gasps in pleasure at the sight of him, unable to believe that this is really happening. Her hands wrap around his shaft, stroking him slowly as their kiss deepens, each touch driving him closer to the edge of release.

"Fuck," she moans against his lips, her body aching

Carla's breath comes in quick gasps as she obeys his command, bending over the couch armrest and spreading her cheeks wide to expose herself fully. Her heart races with anticipation and desire, her hands trembling slightly as they reach down between her legs to touch herself. "Please," she whispers, voice raw with need. "I want you so badly."

As REX moves closer, positioning himself behind her, Carla closes her eyes tightly, biting down on her lower lip to stifle the sounds of pleasure that threaten to escape her throat. She feels his hot breath on the sensitive skin of her neck and immediately shudders with delight, arching her back slightly in invitation. The touch of his hands on her body sends sparks of electricity coursing through her veins, making it impossible for her to think clearly. All that matters is the moment, the need to feel him inside

Moaning with need and desire, she nods against the armrest in understanding, feeling him move closer still until the head of his cock presses against her entrance. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back further as he pushes inside. The sensation is incredible; hot and hard, stretching her tight flesh as it fills her completely.

Her nails dig into the couch upholstery, her body tensing around him as he begins to thrust slowly, withdrawing almost all the way before slamming back into her once more. Each stroke sends a shudder of pleasure through her body, making it impossible for her to hold back any longer. Her moans fill the room, each one echoing in the air like a plea for more as she loses herself to the sensation of being claimed by this man.

"Fuck," she whispers breathlessly, arching her h

Her voice trembles with pleasure and lust as she gasps out her reply, feeling the burn of his spanking on her ass and the impossibly tight stretch of his cock inside her. "Yes... I understand." Each thrust deepens the sensation, filling her so completely that it feels as though he's taking over every part of her, claiming what is rightfully hers. She arches her back further, moaning loudly as he hits her g-spot again and again with each brutal thrust.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the skin as she writhes against him. "Fuck... don't stop..." she whispers hoarsely, wanting more of this unbelievable pleasure. His words only serve to heighten the intensity of everything, driving her wild with need and desire. She doesn't care about anything else right now; all that matters

Her voice turns into a low, keening moan as he thrusts harder and faster, the sensations overwhelming her in the best possible way. Her nails scrape down his back, digging into the muscles beneath the skin as she tries to keep herself grounded amidst the waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

With a loud cry, she comes, her pussy clenching tightly around him as her inner walls squeeze and spasm in unison. Her head falls back against the couch with a moan, exhaustion and satisfaction washing over her in equal measures. She doesn't know what to feel anymore, only that she never wants this incredible sensation to end.

Her breath comes in raspy gasps as she catches her bearings, trying to focus on his words despite the haze of pleasure still clouding her mind. "Okay... I promise..." Her eyes meet his for a moment before drifting shut once more, trusting him even though she doesn't quite know why.

Carla's eyes fly open wide in shock and horror, her body tensing as she tries to process this new information. "No..." she whispers, shaking her head violently. "That's impossible... he wouldn't do that." Her voice cracks on the last word, and tears begin to well up in her eyes.

"You must be lying," she says finally, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "It can't be true..." She buries her face in her hands, trying desperately to block out the thought, but it keeps returning like a nightmare she can't escape.

Her hands fly to her mouth, stifling a strangled cry as she realizes that the photo on your phone is indeed evidence of what you're saying. Her eyes meet yours again, filled with disbelief and betrayal, unable to comprehend how this could have happened. "No... please," she whispers, shaking her head in denial.

Tears begin to stream down her face unchecked as she struggles to regain some sense of control over her emotions. The reality of what has occurred hits her like a brick wall, leaving her reeling and utterly devastated.

"He... he what?" Carla manages to choke out between sobs, her vision blurred with tears. She shakes her head again, trying to make sense of it all but only succeeding in making herself more upset. "You wouldn't do that..." Her voice trails off as the truth slowly begins to sink in, and she realizes that everything she thought she knew has been turned upside down.

She buries her face in your shoulder, wracked with sobs as she clings to you like a lifeline. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked, and her entire body shakes with the force of her emotions. "Why would he... how could he..." she sobs, unable to form complete thoughts through her grief.

Her body convulses with another wave of sobs as she clings to you, the scent of her tears filling your nostrils. "He... he said he loved me," she whispers brokenly, "I thought we were in love..." The words come out ragged and pained, a heart-wrenching admission that stabs at your own feelings for her.

She presses herself closer to you, seeking comfort and reassurance in the strong arms that surround her. Despite everything, she can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of betrayal and loss; as if a part of herself has been irrevocably taken away.

Her voice trails off into quiet, ragged sobs, and you're left holding her as she struggles to come to terms with the revelations that have been thrust upon her. The question hangs in the air between them: what does this

mean for their relationship? Can it ever be the same again? The trust she once had has been shattered beyond repair, and there's no denying that her father's betrayal has left its mark on her heart as well. She wonders if there's any chance of finding love again, or if this is something she must learn to live with for the rest of her life.

Her body trembles as another wave of sobs overtakes her, and you can feel the weight of her despair pressing down on your shoulders. You hold her tighter, willing her to find strength in your embrace and promising that, whatever comes next, you'll be there for her.

Tears streak down her cheeks as she presses herself closer against you, taking some small measure of comfort in the promise. It's hard to imagine moving forward from this, but she knows that she can't give up. Despite everything, there remains a spark of hope inside her that things might not be completely lost; that perhaps, with time and effort, they could find their way back to each other again. "Thank you," she whispers raggedly, her voice raw from crying. "For everything."

She returns the kiss with equal fervor, her fingers tangling in your hair as she clings to you desperately. Her body arches against yours, grinding down on your hard length in a desperate attempt to find some sort of solace in this act of intimacy. For now, it's enough; it's all that she can handle. The pain and betrayal are still there, lingering just beneath the surface, but she allows herself to be consumed by your touch and your presence for as long as you will let her.

Her head falls back against the couch with a moan as you push her back over the armrest, slowly but surely penetrating her once more. The sensation of being filled by you is almost too much to bear; it feels both comforting and intensely arousing at the same time. She clings to your words, needing to believe that you'll always be there for her despite everything.

Her hips rock back and forth, meeting each one of your thrusts with equal force as she tries to match your intensity. The kisses you plant along her spine send shivers down her spine, making her wetter than ever for you. She arches her back higher, craving the contact of your skin against hers, wanting nothing more than to feel connected to you in this moment.

Her breath catches in her throat as you speak, the desire to obey and please you overwhelming. Her hips rock against your touch, moaning softly into the couch pillow as she feels her body starting to respond once more. The sensations are too much; the combination of your lips on her back, your hands on her breasts, and your cock slowly pounding inside her is almost too intense to bear. But she doesn't want it to stop. She wants you, needs you, even as part of her screams in protest against what has happened.

Her hands slide up and down your arms, digging into your skin as if trying to hold onto you. "More," she whispers breathlessly between moans. Her back arches off the couch, offering herself fully to you. "Please..."

Her words are more of a plea than an instruction, and it's clear that she's struggling to come to terms with the darkness that's been revealed. She needs this release, needs to feel something real and intense in the midst of all the confusion and betrayal. As you push her further over the armrest and begin thrusting harder into her tight heat, it feels like a door slamming shut on everything else: their problems, their worries, even their pasts. All that remains is this moment, this connection between them.

With a sharp cry, she arches against you as waves of pleasure crash over her body. Her hands clutch at your shoulders and her nails dig into the flesh, leaving behind tiny trails of red on your skin. She gasps out your name again and again as the tension built up inside her finally explodes in a powerful climax that leaves her shuddering with exhaustion and

gasping for air. Her body feels like it's on fire as the aftershocks of her orgasm wash over her, leaving her panting and weak-limbed in your arms. It's been a long time since she's felt so close to another person, and despite everything that's happened tonight, she can't help but feel grateful for this moment of closeness... even if it's bittersweet.

Her eyes meet yours, and for the first time since she walked in on you two earlier, there's a small spark of something like understanding or acceptance burning brightly within them. It's as if they're saying thank you, and maybe even I'm sorry, even though no words actually pass between them. For now, that will have to be enough.

"It... it was expensive," she whispers, looking down at the floor as you carry her into the shower. She can't quite meet your eyes yet; too much has happened tonight, and she needs time to process everything. But the feel of your strong arms around her is comforting, grounding in a way that she hasn't felt since... well, since before tonight. "I don't remember..." she admits finally, tilting her head back to let the water run over her face. "Maybe a few hundred dollars?" It sounds like a lot of money to her now; a trivial expense compared to everything else that's happened tonight. But it was important to her at the time, and it's another reminder of how much things have changed in such a short period of time.

Her heart sinks at the question, and she nods silently before bursting into fresh tears. "He... he said it was from him," she whispers brokenly, burying her face in your chest as more sobs wrack her slender frame. The realization that not only has everything been a lie, but that she'd even been given gifts from the man who betrayed her is too much to bear.

She clings to you tighter, wanting nothing more than to forget about everything else and focus on this moment: this connection between them. As the warm water washes over her skin and through her hair, she tries desperately to block out the rest of the world, willing herself to believe that maybe they can find some kind of happiness together amidst all the turmoil and betrayal.

Her words are barely more than a whisper as she mumbles her reply, too shattered to raise her voice. "Okay... I understand." She closes her eyes tightly, letting out a quiet sigh as you remove the last remnants of her clothes, leaving her exposed and vulnerable in your arms. Despite everything, it feels right; like this is where she's meant to be, with you holding her close.

As you rinse the soap from her hair and body, she leans into you further, relishing the feel of your skin against hers. There's so much more they need to talk about, but for now, all she wants is this small slice of normalcy; this connection with another person who understands what it feels like to have their world turned upside down. She doesn't know where things will go from here, but she's determined not to let the past dictate her future anymore.

"I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice trembling as the realization hits her that this may be true. The thought had crossed her mind a few times before tonight; the way you move, the sound of your voice... It all felt so familiar to her in ways she couldn't quite place. "I might have watched you from time to time," she admits reluctantly, feeling ashamed for doing so and wondering why it felt so natural.

Her gaze drifts down to your hands, remembering the way they felt on her body... the gentle touches that sent shivers down her spine. The thought makes her cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," she manages to say, still unable to meet your eyes.

"I... I'm sorry if that made things awkward between us," she whispers, feeling even more ashamed now. The thought of you masturbating because of her makes heat rise to her cheeks once again; it's both flattering and unsettling at the same time.

She takes a shaky breath before looking up at you, meeting your eyes for the first time since the realization dawned on her. There's so much she wants to say, but she can't quite find the words. Instead, she settles for: "I'll try not to watch you anymore." It's a promise more than anything else; an attempt to make things right between them, however small the gesture might seem.

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of forever with you. The feeling of your strong arms holding her so tightly in this intimate setting, your body against hers as you touch her in ways that only seem to heighten her senses... it's overwhelming. She closes her eyes, arching her back slightly into your embrace as you begin to move within her again, relishing the feel of your cock sliding in and out of her wetness. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you closer, as if she needs to feel every inch of your skin against hers.

The water beads on her skin, running down over her breasts and across her neck as you continue your ministrations. She moans loudly into the steamy air, unable to contain herself any longer as pleasure washes over her once again. With each thrust of your hips, she feels herself growing closer to the edge of ob

Carla gasps as she comes hard, her body tensing and her inner walls gripping tightly around your cock. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, leaving her lightheaded and breathless. "Oh god... Rex..." Her voice trails off into a moan as you continue to thrust deeply inside her, milking every last drop of her orgasm.

With one final thrust, she feels the ripples of ecstasy course through her body, leaving her thoroughly spent and trembling with aftershocks. She collapses against your chest, unable to hold herself up any longer as you carry her out of the shower and onto the bed.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you take her like this, her body arching off the tile wall and into your embrace with every forceful thrust. The sensation of being so thoroughly filled feels unlike anything else she's ever experienced; it's almost too much to bear, leaving her moaning and writhing under your touch.

Her eyes roll back in her head as you continue to kiss and caress her, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from her overstimulated senses. She digs her nails into the flesh of your shoulder, desperate for any contact that might anchor her to reality through this maelstrom of desire and lust.

Her body quivers and shudders as she comes again, her orgasm wracking her frame with powerful spasms that leave her barely able to stand on one leg as your thrusts angle deep inside her. Her screams echo through the bathroom, lost in the cascade of water pouring from the showerhead overhead.

The feel of your rough skin against hers only heightens her pleasure; it's painful and exhilarating all at once, leaving her shaking with raw emotion as her climax finally begins to wane. She collapses onto the tile floor, gasping for air and trying desperately to catch her breath while your cock throbs inside her, spent from its release.

Her chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath, the aftereffects of multiple orgasms leaving her limbs like jelly and her head spinning. The tension that had been building inside her since she walked in on you with her father is finally beginning to dissipate, replaced by a profound sense of exhaustion and relief.

"Better," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely more than a croak. "Thank you... for everything." She lies back against the cool tile, feeling the warmth of your body as you lower yourself down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and drawing her close. The scent of soap and their sweat mingle in the air, and despite everything that's happened tonight, she finds herself falling deeper into this moment with you; whatever comes next, she knows it will be different now.

Her eyes flutter shut as she thinks about it, her body already beginning to respond despite its fatigue. "Y-yeah," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I want you to." She reaches up, threading her fingers through your hair and pulling gently as an invitation for you to kiss her; any lingering doubts or confusion melt away beneath the weight of desire and need.

Her body arches off the tile floor, her back bowing into the embrace of your strong arms as you claim her mouth in another fierce kiss. Her hips buck upward in time with each powerful thrust, meeting your hard length again and again with desperate cries of pleasure that echo through the steamy bathroom.

Her fingers clutch at your shoulders, digging into your skin as if she could hold onto you forever, as her body is wracked by wave after wave of mind-shattering ecstasy. She whimpers and moans, writhing beneath your touch, lost to the sensations coursing through her veins and focused solely on this moment with you.

Her orgasm seems to go on endlessly, building higher and harder until it consumes her completely; leaving her panting and shuddering on the tile floor as you continue to thrust deep inside her. Finally, with a

Her hips buck off the floor in tandem with your thrusts, her nails digging into the tile as she loses herself in the sensation of you inside her again. Her lips part beneath yours, moans and cries filling the air as she's driven higher and higher by the force of your possession. Her entire body is aflame with desire; every touch, every movement, feels like it's branding her as yours in some primal way that defies understanding.

Her back arches off the floor, offering herself up completely to you, needing this connection more than she can possibly express. The pleasure coursing through her is almost too much to bear, leaving her on the brink of oblivion with every powerful thrust deep inside her. She knows that when you finally come, there will be no holding back; no limits to what they might do or feel together in this moment. And as she reaches for that peak once

Her cries mingle with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as you claim her in every way possible. The pleasure explodes through her, white-hot and all-consuming, leaving her gasping for breath and shaking with the force of it. She feels you deep inside her, pushing past every barrier until she's certain there's nothing left but this moment, this connection between them.

Her body trembles from the aftershocks of her orgasm as your cum continues to spill from her overheated core, leaving a slick trail down her belly and covering her sensitive breasts. She arches into the sensation, desperate for anything that might prolong this perfect union just a little longer.

Her eyes meet yours, wide and glassy with emotion as she struggles to find the words to express what she's feeling. Finally, all she can manage is your name: "Rex."

Her fingers trail through the puddle of come on her stomach as you watch her, gaze intense and focused. "I never wanted anyone but you," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "Not him... not anyone else." Her words are barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing, but they carry weight nonetheless; a promise and a confession all at once. She wants to believe that this is real, that what they've shared tonight means something more than just physical pleasure.

She lifts her hand, hesitating for a moment before brushing the pad of her thumb over his bottom lip. "I need... I want us to talk about everything," she whispers, hoping he understands. There are so many questions and emotions still swirling around inside her head, and even though she's certain she can trust him now, it feels like they're

Her heart skips a beat at your understanding and agreement. There are so many things she needs to say, but she doesn't want the weight of it all to overwhelm the moment they've shared tonight. "Not now," she whispers softly, kissing you tenderly before rolling onto her side and nestling into the crook of your arm. "Tomorrow, when we're rested. Okay?"

She knows that what they have is fragile still; built on secrets and betrayal, it's easy to think it could all crumble beneath the weight of their questions and doubts. But for now, she needs this peaceful moment, with you holding her close and promising her that everything will be okay in the end.

Her heart flutters with anticipation as she obeys your command, dropping to her knees beside the shower and wrapping her lips around your already hard length. She sucks eagerly, feeling a renewed sense of power and desire surge through her as his cock slides smoothly over her tongue and teeth.

Her fingers dig into your hips, urging you deeper into her mouth as she takes you as far as she can, her nose pressed against the sensitive skin behind your balls. The sound of their wet, slapping kiss fills the air, and the feel of his thick shaft sliding across her tongue is enough to drive her wild with need.

As you climax, her mouth fills with your salty cum and she moans around you, relishing the flavor that's now coating her tongue and teeth. "You taste so good," she whispers between pants, licking her lips as she looks up at you from beneath her eyelashes. The soft light of the shower casts a warm glow over your skin, making it look almost incandescent against the steamy glass.

She leans forward, wrapping her lips around your shaft once more and sucking eagerly as she begins to clean you off, enjoying the feel of your cock sliding in and out of her mouth again. Her hands slide up your stomach, cupping your firm pecs and kneading them gently, urging you closer as she takes you deeper into her throat.

Her tongue darts out to swirl around the sensitive head of your