Steve Roger is down on his luck-broke college student working for peanuts bartending just to stay alive; no matter what he does, life keeps knocking him down and taking him. One night, a woman (Amelia Brandon) walks into the bar; with milk chocolate...
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{This chapter is named after Lewis Capaldi's Someone You Loved}
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The warm water cascaded down Steve's broad shoulders, enveloping him in a soothing embrace as he stood beneath the showerhead. Steam filled the bathroom, creating a hazy cocoon of privacy. He swallowed thickly, his hands braced against the cool tile walls, and his head dropped forward. His lower belly tightened as Amelia's hand worked up and down his shaft as she sucked on his thick cock, her tongue massaging the pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft. Steve groaned and closed his eyes, fingers flexing against the cool tile.
The sound of her breathy moans and his low mumbling filled the enclosure, echoing in the foggy shower stall. She curled a hand around his balls and cupped them, her fingers pressing over his tight sac and massaging his balls in a light, slow rhythm that sent his pulse pounding through his veins.
His breathing hitched, his heart racing, as he shot his hips forward and deepened the angle of penetration. His gaze shot to hers as her cheeks hollowed, cushioning and caressing him. Her wet hair clung to her flushed face and throat, the strands plastered to her skin and dripping over her shoulders.
His balls drew up, his cock hard as fucking steel. His toes curled against the tile floor, his back arching as he fucked her mouth. Amelia reached her other hand between her legs and pressed a finger against her clit.
He was going to fucking come.
Amelia pulled off his throbbing cock with a wet pop, "Okay, she replied hoarsely.
Steve lifted Amelia by her arms, helping her to stand, their lips meeting in a rushed and heated kiss.
Amelia stared up at him, water clinging to her thick lashes, her olive green eyes never leaving his as she ripped open the condom with her teeth and rolled it on.
He turned her around, pressing her against the shower wall, his cock brushing against her plump ass. He palmed her ass while sucking on her shoulder. Gently lifting her leg, guiding his cock into her dripping cunt.
With her hands braced on the wall, Steve's left arm holding her open for him, his right hand snaked around her waist, deviling his fingers between her slick folds and rubbing her clit as he fucked in and out of her.
