With a groan he takes the other hardened bud in his mouth, doing the same. This time he’s more aggressive, his teeth grazing my flesh. “You really want me to take my pain out on you?”
I grip his hair tighter. “Harder,” I answer him. Fuck yes that’s what I want. Anything to ease this tension.
He does as I’ve asked, sucking more aggressively, nipping and sucking his way across my chest. He leaves marks as he goes, and I buck under him, wanting more. His dark chuckle vibrates through my chest as he continues his fun. “Fuck, your porcelain skin looks so damn pretty with my bite marks on it.” He studies his handiwork.
“Keep going.” My moan vibrates off the shower walls. I sound so needy, so desperate for him, and that’s because I am.
His lips come to my neck, nipping all the way up to my earlobe, and he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh, and a fresh wave of moisture goes straight to my pussy. His brand of pain, just the right type to turn me the hell on. “Does my treasure like it a little rough?”
“Yes, whatever you’re doing is pure torture.” My body trembles with need. His massive cock presses into me, hard and smooth at the same time, and I can’t help but slide my pussy up the length of him, showing him what I want. To be fucking filled to the brim with him. I’m so damn wet and slippery, so desperate for his cock. With a shaky hand, I reach for him, not sure if I should or if I’m even really allowed, but right now, I don’t care. I need to feel him, and he lets me. I wrap my fingers around his girth, stroking his length back and forth. He inhales sharply, a hiss escaping his lips. My hands on him have the same effect, and I can’t help but smile to myself. Gone is his fear of hurting me or bringing back the past.
He continues to play with my tits, giving me time to toy with him, even though it’s damn obvious he wants so much more. And so do I. I’m desperate for him to take away the ache between my legs that has been building all week. I run a finger over the slippery pre-cum that’s beading at the tip of his cock. “I want to taste you.”
He releases my nipple with a pop, his eyes coming back to mine. “On your knees then.” Fuck, the way he looks at me makes my heart thump even harder. He helps me down to the tile floor, and I prop up on my knees staring up at him. He takes his cock in his hand, peering down at me. “Open your mouth, treasure.”
I open my mouth, and he pushes his cock in between my lips so I can taste him. I swirl my tongue over the tip of his cock, licking off the pre-cum, groaning as I do.
He pulls back just a little so his cock is all the way out. “Fuck, you look so damn pretty on your knees for me. Those perfect peachy lips.” He uses his cock to trace over my lips, then he pushes it right back into my mouth.
As he picks up the pace, my hands move to his thighs so I have something to hold onto. My nails dig in as he fucks my face,thrusting in as deep as he can before pulling all the way back out and doing it all over again.
“Are you sure you’re ready to fuck me, treasure?” he taunts me with his cock, testing me to see what I can handle. My arousal drips down my inner thighs, and I press them together, trying to get my needy pussy under control.
As he pulls out this time, I grin up at him like a fucking psycho. “So fucking ready. If you don’t screw me soon, I’m going to combust from sucking on your cock.”
He smirks down at me, pleased with my answer. “Good.” His hand snakes into my hair, and he grabs a handful of it, lifting me to standing with him. I stare back at him, panting like crazy, just waiting for his next move.
His hands move down my body, landing on either side of my waist. He picks me back up, and holding me in his strong arms, he presses my back to the cold tile wall. I can’t help but stare at his handsome face like this. He’s crazy, that much is obvious, but he’s still waiting for me, making sure I’m right there with him. I am, even if I shouldn’t be, even if I should still hate him. I don’t. I want to save him.
I nod, not taking my eyes off him for a second. Something passes between us, an intimacy that doesn’t make any sense when I know this is just a scratch that needs to be itched. But it’s there, this feeling like I have known him my entire life or like he’s somehow a part of me I have been missing. “Yes. Fuck me already,” I snap, trying to shake the feeling away and get back to the dirty depraved fun we have been having so far.
With an evil smirk, he takes his cock, lining himself up with my waiting pussy. Then in one move, he thrusts deep inside of me, filling me all the way up. “Fuck, Sloane,” he growls. His eyes come back to mine as he stretches me for the first time.
“Yeah, fuck,” I agree. This is what’s been missing between us. We need to screw it all away— the hate, the past, all the demons.He thrusts deeper, and then there is only him and the way his body is making me feel. His massive cock filling me in the most delicious way possible.
His lips move to mine, battling with me like the two of us are fighting with our tongues. He sinks his teeth into my bottom lip then pulls back, looking at my lip as blood rises to the surface. Then he dips his head and sucks the blood right from my lip. I moan into his mouth, the sensations of pain and pleasure all at the same time. He groans, and it’s like his cock gets bigger inside of me, stretching me more with every deep thrust. Not satisfied, he lifts my ass with his powerful hands so he can plunge deeper inside of me. Over and over, he fucks me relentlessly.
Until my body begins to quiver as my orgasm builds. He can read me like a book, and right as I’m about to tip over the edge, he slows again. I throw him a what-the-fuck look. “Orlando,” I growl in warning. He knows how badly I need this after he denied me earlier.
A deep chuckle leaves his lips at my desperation. “Not yet, treasure, I need to fuck you a little more.” He smirks as he pulls all the way out of me. “Is your ankle okay if we turn this around?”
“As long as you take all the weight,” I mutter, not giving two shits about my ankle right now. I need him to finish me off.
With a flick of his wrist, he shuts off the shower and helps me back down to standing. His hands gliding over my slippery skin as we move over to the vanity so I’m bent over the marble top, my ass facing him. His hands palm my ass cheeks, stroking over my skin. He’s in no rush. It’s like he needs to touch every damn part of my body before he will be satisfied and finally let me cum. He dips his head, and he licks right through my folds, causing a fresh wave of goosebumps to scatter over my skin.
“Oh, dear God,” I murmur, my whole body alight and trembling.
He lifts his head and meets my gaze in the mirror as his hands wrap around the front of me, cupping my tits as he pushes back inside of me, his cock even deeper like this. “You taste so fucking sweet, I’m already addicted to your cunt.”
Unable to help it, I cry out with every thrust sending a thrill through my entire body, every damn time. I watch him, my eyes locked on his in the mirror. Being able to see our reflection feels even more erotic than the sensation of us fucking. We look like we’re made for each other, his large body controlling my small one. It’s so fucking hot.
His lips twist into a full-blown grin as one of his hands skates down over my stomach slowly. He finds my clit, circling and rubbing my juices over my sensitive spot, toying with me as he moves leisurely in and out of my pussy with his cock. I’m in sensory overload, my body quivering with every touch.
He pulls me right back onto him, so our bodies are touching skin on skin. His lips find my earlobe, and he sucks it into his mouth. Then he sinks his teeth into my flesh. “Now, treasure. Cum all over my cock like I know you want to,” he demands.
Thank fuck! I shudder as my pussy clenches around him, and suddenly I’m screaming his name as wave after wave of euphoria washes over me.
He doesn’t stop. Fucking me harder now, he gives me everything he has. I grip onto the counter in front of me, trying to hang on. I cry out into the otherwise quiet room, calling his name over and over again.
