Saved by the Outlaw(190)
My shoulders instantly relax as I lean my head back, tilting to the side slightly so that he can kiss me, the hot water hitting our faces. I reach behind myself to take his shaft in my hand, firmly stroking him and running my thumb over the crown. I feel Ivan shudder with satisfaction at my touch and that alone makes me want him. Now.
I turn back around to face Ivan, and I stand on tiptoe to kiss him, his tongue pushing into my mouth, his hand coming around to tangle in my damp hair. Then I let him guide me down onto my knees. I kneel before him, almost as though in supplication
After admiring the beauty of his engorged cock for a moment, I lean in and pull the head into my mouth, flicking my tongue along the underside. I pump his cock with both hands at first, my lips and tongue worshiping the crown of his glorious shaft. Ivan is moaning my name, and it’s the hottest thing I have ever heard in my life. His fingers are wrapped in my hair and I can feel him tugging at my head, trying to push me down on his cock. So I drop my hands and place them on my breasts, massaging my own nipples as I take as much of Ivan’s shaft into my mouth as possible. He is so big it almost hurts, but I crave the sensation of his hard cock pressed against the insides of my cheeks. I bob back and forth on his shaft, my tongue dragging slick lines along the underside.
“Oh, fuck,” Ivan grunts. “That’s so fucking good, kroshka. Your hot, wet mouth…”
Encouraged by his words, I push myself further, taking him into my mouth until the tip of his cock brushes the back of my throat. I can’t help but gag a little, and that only seems to stoke Ivan’s desire, as he lets out a moan and tightens his grip on my hair. I pump up and down his shaft, sucking him hard. He’s bucking his hips and murmuring my name and I know he must be close to coming.
Just then, he pushes me off and pulls me up to my feet again. Just as quickly, he spins me around and presses on my back to bend me over. Luckily, there is a lower railing for me to hold onto as he readies the tip of his cock at the entrance of my dripping cunt.
He rubs a teasing circle around my opening before growling, “Tell me you want it.”
“Oh God, I want it so bad,” I reply quickly, peering back at him over my shoulder and biting my lip. It’s been long enough that I know what he wants, too. “Fuck me.”
And then he shoves into me hard, my aching pussy enveloping his rigid, long spear. I cry out in pleasure as he grabs my hips and bounces me up and down against him, his shaft filling me up again and again. At this angle, bent over in the shower, he is able to perfectly hit that secret, sweet spot deep inside of me, and within a couple minutes I already feel my orgasm approaching.
“Oh God, Ivan, sir! Give it to me — oh God!” I wail, the delicious tension building rapidly.
“You dirty little slut,” he murmurs between gritted teeth. His fingers dig into my hips and I find myself hoping they leave marks there. I love it when he fucks me rough like this. I love admiring my bruises and love bites later, being reminded of how good it felt to receive them. And just like that, I come with a little involuntary squeal, throwing my head back in delight.
“Good girl,” Ivan croons, smacking my ass with a hard, wet slap. The stinging sensation only served to push me quickly into a second orgasm, which I released with another shriek.
My pussy gushes with honey and, still grasping the railing with one hand, I reach down between my legs to massage my clit. “I want more, please!” I beg. “Don’t stop!”
“What a hungry little cunt you have,” Ivan groans, slamming harder into me with every thrust. He squeezes my ass and reaches to grab my hair, pulling it so that my head yanks back. His cock rams into my g-spot again and again while my own fingers rub my sopping-wet clit. “You want more? Ask and receive.”
He picks up the pace, his cock spearing into me so quickly, so sharply, that I start to feel the good kind of hurt, and then I come for the third time. My pussy contracts around his cock and before long, Ivan’s thrusts become frenzied and loses its rhythm.
“Fuck!” he roars as he rips his shaft out of me and spills a long stream of hot seed across my back. The act sends a rush of pleasure through me as it washes away with the hot water, and he massages his cock as he lets the rest of his seed pour out over my back. I’m in and out of a daze as I feel his hands, warm even through the hot water, massaging my sides gently as I push myself upright again and lean against the shower wall, breathing heavily along with him before he wraps me in his arms and we linger in the cascading water together.
I’m at the bar of the Amber Room with Natalie that afternoon, and she’s pelting me with questions about what I’m suspecting is in store for me this weekend. It’s still early, and there’s hardly a soul to be seen out clubbing just yet, even if the St. Patrick’s Day crowd is still gathering in the sports bars and restaurants already.