I’m not gonna ask who his victim was or why they had to die.
All I know is that he needs me now, and I’m here for him.
I grab his dick and start rubbing him until the precum begins to drip out, and he moans out loud. I love how he feels in my hand, how powerful it makes me feel to make a man like him shiver.
Suddenly, he grabs me and turns me around, swapping places so I’m the one under the shower, and he grips my throat from behind.
“Jerk me off,” he groans into my ear.
My hand finds his length, and I roll my hand around it while his free hand slowly slides down my body to between my thighs, and he begins to finger me.
“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs. “When I tell you what to do.”
I nod as his grip grows tighter.
“Is this what you crave?”
He takes my breath away, and I don’t even mind as I keep jerking him off. We’ve only just undressed for each other for the very first time, and we’re already unable to stop touching each other.
“You’re a filthy girl, aren’t you?”
I don’t know what’s gotten into him, but I like where it’s going. Even though I know he killed someone, I know I’m safe in his arms.
He grabs the showerhead and brings it between my thighs. “Then let me clean you.”
The head is turned sideways, and the spout suddenly becomes rough. Delicious.
Fuck.
It blasts against my clit, and a hampered moan squeezes out of my throat.
God, I never thought a shower could be used this way, but I’m not complaining. The pressure of the water stream feels amazing.
He releases my neck, only to grip my breast instead, squeezing tightly as he moans into my skin while planting kisses on my shoulder. And as I slowly fall apart, I can feel him pulsate in my hand.
“Come for me,” he whispers. “Let me see how beautiful you look.”
“I’m not even facing you,” I mutter.
“Doesn’t matter … I can see your reflection in the glass.”
I grin as I lean back into his chest, his pecs tightening as I keep rubbing him, the feel of him in my hand enough to set me off. And while he keeps kissing and licking my shoulders, the slow orgasm washing over me is nothing short of sheer perfection.
He groans out loud along with me, spurting cum on the glass and on my ass, and he leans over and licks it right off my butt cheeks.
His own cum.
Fuck. I didn’t know it could be so hot.
He spins me around in his arms and slams his mouth on mine, thrusting his tongue into my mouth so I can taste him too.
He pushes the showerhead back into place and immediately grabs my thighs, lifting me against the wall as I squeal. But the yelp turns into a long-drawn-out moan as he buries his head between my legs and begins to lick right there where it’s still throbbing.
And fuck me, I don’t think I ever could’ve landed a more perfect man.
Grey
The only thingthat makes me more ravenous than murder is the taste of my girl’s pussy on my tongue.
