He thrusts the swollen tip inside, stretching me just barely before he slams his full length deep into me with one sharp, brutal snap of his hips. My breath punches out of me, as my head falls back with the instant rush of pleasure.
“Fuck,” I gasp, clawing into his shoulders. “You’re so big, Carter, I-”
He smirks darkly, bringing his thumb to my mouth, pressing it against my lips. “Shh,” he murmurs, “open up, baby. Be good for me.”
I part my lips, taking him in, as I suck his thumb deep into my mouth, my tongue swirling around it greedily. His pupils dilate as he watches me, pure fucking hunger in his eyes.
“That’s it, darlin’,” he says, “look at you, so fuckin’ needy for it. You can take it, you’re gonna take all of me.”
He buries himself inside me again, grinding his hips up hard, making me feel every thick inch of him.
The water from the shower beats down on us, cascading off our wet bodies as he pounds into me, his cock stroking every sensitive spot.
“Fuck, Catalina,” he groans, his mouth hot against my jaw. “You’re so goddamn tight around me. Squeezing my cock like you were made for it.”
I moan loudly, crying out his name as I cling to him, my whole body shuddering with every thrust. He slows down, dragging it out, torturing me until I am a writhing, desperate mess.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I keep my eyes screwed shut, too lost in the pleasure to think straight.
“Catalina,” he snarls, his grip tightening on my ass. “Eyes on me, baby. I want to see you fall apart.”
I force my eyes open, meeting his fierce, blistering gaze. The moment our eyes lock, his pace speeds up. His cock slams into me with obscene wet sounds as he wrecks me against the cold tile wall.
“Keep those pretty eyes on mine,” he growls, fucking into me harder. “while I fuck every last moan out of you.”
I’m close, so fucking close. I can barely breathe, my hands slide against the wet muscles of his back, clawing at him.
He quickens his pace, slamming into me harder against the tiled wall.
“Come on, baby,” he rasps. “I wanna feel you lose it, make a mess all over my cock. I want you dripping all over me when you fall apart.”
I shatter with a scream, my body convulsing around him, wave after wave of white-hot pleasure crashing through me. My orgasm drags him over the edge, too. With a savage growl, he thrusts deep, holding me tight as he spills inside me, claiming me completely.
Panting, he sinks to the shower floor with me still wrapped around him, his back against the slick tiles. Hecups my face, brushing wet strands of hair away with surprising tenderness, blue eyes searching mine.
“We can’t do this again,” he whispers, his forehead pressed against mine.
“Tell me this isn’t a mistake,” I finally say.
He pulls back, his tortured eyes meeting mine, searching for an answer.
He looks torn between guilt and desire, they search mine as if he’s trying to memorize me, hoping that if he does, he can survive the moment when we pretend this didn’t mean anything.
“I can’t call it a mistake,” he says, “not when it felt like the only thing that’s ever been right.”
catalina
. . .
Daddy
I’m surprised your pathetic self has lasted a month.
The sudden intrusion of my father’s harmful message barely wakes me up. I haven’t heard from him since I told him about my job offering for Boots & Bourbon.
Whatever.
