Every sense I've ever had, plus several I didn't know about, come alive like never before.
“Put your hands against the wall, babe. Bend your hips. I'll do the rest.”
I let out a little whine, but I'm not protesting. I'm struggling to imagine his mouth all over my slit again, or his dick mounting me from behind, slapping my ass with those forceful thrusts.
He sinks down on his knees, and he spreads my ass cheeks. His mouth finds my pussy from a whole new angle, and I jerk my hips from the sensation. Good thing I'm boxed in by the slippery wall after all.
I lean into it as he starts to tongue my clit. His licks alternate this time, moving from my clit to push deep inside my opening. He licks and sucks and even uses his teeth until I'm almost on the brink.
“Let yourself go, baby,” he orders, wrapping his arms around my legs for support. “I've got you, and I'll taste every fucking drop that gushes out of your hot little cunt when you come on my tongue.”
His tongue focuses on my clit again, but he adds two stiff fingers to my pussy too.#p#分页标题#e#
Oh, shit. Oh, damn.
Oh, oh, oh!
My whole body explodes in another tense, five minute O. The sensation of the water striking my back makes me think of a storm, and nothing else.
Hurricane Chris owns me, works me over the way only a man with too much carnal knowledge can. He's obsessed with my body, and I'm becoming addicted to him.
Dangerously addicted.
I come, bucking against his hand, his lips. A scream tries to make its way out of my mouth, but the truth is I'm too breathless, too lost in the raging pleasure ripping through me.
I don't even notice he draws away until I start to come out of it. I feel his shadow standing over me, pulling at my hips with his hands, hearing a condom packet ripping open.
He reaches behind me for my chin, twists my head, and makes me look at him before he fills me again. “Thought you deserved to know you're built to fuck, princess. I'm going to use the fuck outta you 'til I've spilled every drop of come in my balls. This week, and this week only, you're mine.”
That word. It makes everything inside me coil, build, and want. Turns me so wet and horny I want to turn around and beg him to fuck me, to own me, to make me come so many times I can't stand up.
The cruel reminder comes hidden in his need. He pulls my face to his and we lock lips. He won't stop kissing me as he pushes inside me, fucking me faster than last night.
We fuck freely. I don't need to loosen up anymore. I have a tiny inkling what to expect from his cock.
I can handle him and enjoy it without any crazy surprises.
So I think, anyway, until he starts hitting stroking that spot deep inside me that causes my knees to buckle.
“Oh. My. God.”
Chris makes a rough sound, somewhere between a gasp and a chuckle. He quickens his thrusts, swinging the full force of his body into me, making my ass ripple. His balls swing up and slam into my pussy each time he drives deep, and I'm catapulted out of my mind.
“Come for me again, beautiful. Come as hard as you fucking can.”
There's no holding back. Pleasure cascades through my veins like the steady patter of the shower all over us. Somehow, he manages to hold me up, keeps me from crashing onto the tile floor.
I'm melding with the water by the time I start coming down from my latest convulsions. And Chris won't have it, he won't let anything carry me away from him.
His hips speed up, and he throws himself into me like a jackhammer. One hand finds its way between my legs. His fingers assault my clit, hard and wild, while I'm already on overload.
I never thought I'd learn to come again only seconds apart. But Chris is full of surprises, and he's owning every inch of me right now.
My eyes pop open and I gasp, holding my breath. That wave I thought I'd lost rises up all over again, and his cock hits my depths, forcing me to leap off the edge all over again.
“Don't stop coming now, babe,” he whispers, deep and gravely. “I'll scorch you from the inside-out by the time we're done. Come with me!”
And I do. I keep coming as he swells and explodes inside me, releasing a pent up growl from the pleasure. His hips pinch me against the wall as he fills me, pulsing deep inside me, unloading the fruits of his pleasure in that damned condom.
We come together, hard and long, both of us straining for breath by the end of it. Chris pulls out and cleans up. Then his hands are all over me again, rubbing soap into my skin, exploring me in a calmer, tender way that still gives me butterflies.
Our kisses say more than words can. It's too perfect, except for one little thing.
Fucking him like this isn't enough. I need him deep inside me, bare and unsheathed, giving me those deep strokes with nothing separating his cock from my silk.#p#分页标题#e#