I knew he wasn’t anywhere near done yet when his cock stood proud as soon as we were under the flow. The water stole away the mess until we were pure skin again, but I didn’t want that. I wanted to be dirty, dirty, dirty. I told him so.

“Steady on,” he said. “I’ll get you plenty dirty, don’t worry about that. We’ve got a long, long road ahead.”

I prayed so. Even the idea of being without him would tear me to pieces.

We fucked again with me pinned against the tiles. He slapped my ass for being such a naughty girl, and I whimpered for more under the...