Tainted Love(30)

He brings his hand to my chin and pushes it up to look at him.

“How many men have you been with since me?” he asks, searching my eyes.

I narrow my eyes at him and scowl. “What’s that got to do with what we’re doing right now?”

He raises his eyebrows, jaw ticking dangerously. “Answer the fucking question Kalie.”

I huff out, dropping my eyes to the shower floor. “I have seen two guys since I met you.” His jaw clenches tight and his lustful eyes have been replaced with anger. “But…” I raise my finger in the air when I see he’s about to say something, “I haven’t been with anyone since you,” I whisper out the end of that sentence. I watch as his eyes set into understanding and then turn hungry again. He brings his lips down to mine and swipes his tongue across my bottom lip. When I open my eyes again, I’m greeted with a smirk.

I cock my head to the side. “Something funny?”

He shakes his head. “Yeah, actually.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Oh? Do tell.”

He laughs and nips my ear. “I think it’s funny that this pussy here,” he brings his hand down and cups my pussy in his hand, sliding a finger inside, “is mine,” he growls into my ear. He extracts his finger and I moan out at the sudden loss of it. Lifting me back up, he slides his dick inside of me in one, tight, move. “Fuck,” he groans and I moan out at the feeling of his thick, long, cock filling me.

Every…

Single…

Inch…

And there’s at least nine.

The feeling is unreal. How I had gone this long without having this man inside of me, I have no idea. He pulls out of me, only to slam into me again, causing my body to push up against the wet wall. He brings his hand around my waist, getting a better grip, and the other on my neck. I throw my hands around his neck and push my lips to his, licking over his two rings and sucking on his pierced tongue.

Every thrust that he pushes into me, I feel his head hit my spot. And every time he pulls out, I feel the pressure of his extraction. The feeling is addictive, and I never want to stop. He brings his face down to my nipple, pulling it roughly into his mouth, the metal of his tongue ring sliding over it in rhythmic fashion. Sticking to his same torturous pace, he continues to fuck me with raw intensity and passion. Sweat dripping down my forehead and the fog filling the room only adds to my need. I grab onto his face, running my hands over his jaw and down his fully tattooed neck. I lean down and slide my tongue all over his jaw and down his neck, following my hands movements.

When I begin to feel that same familiar pull begin deep in my stomach, I clutch onto him tightly as my orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave of euphoria. I’m panting, trying to catch my breath when he places me back down to my feet. I drop to my knees quickly and push him deep into my throat. His hand grasps onto my hair and he throws his head back. Wrapping my lips around my teeth, I bite down a little, pushing him in deep. Well, the most that I can take of him anyway, which isn’t that much—he’s big, everywhere.

I wrap the base of his cock in my hand and begin to squeeze lightly while pumping and twisting him, following the motions of my mouth. I feel his balls tighten, so I rub them in my hand as his hot liquid pumps down the back of my throat. I swallow every bit of him and stand back to my feet. He looks at me with a smile, lightly kissing me.

Mumbling against my lips, “Should I ask why you know how to use this mouth of yours so well?” He raises his eyebrows at me, touching my swollen lips.

I shake my head. “Probably not,” I say looking up at him and watch his mouth set into a hard line.

“Cut it out. You were my first,” I point down to his dick, “you know, so quit it. You do and always will own that big part of me. And anyway, I wasn’t expecting this to happen,” I say surprisingly at him.

He smiles and pulls me up against him, kissing me briefly. “I was. I had no intention of staying away from you Kalie. When I saw you in the bar, I knew this was it for me. It was hard enough having to walk away from you that first time, I won’t do it again.” He stops briefly before continuing, “I will need the name or…” his face sets into a murderous glare, “names, of the men you have gone past kissing with. Nope, I’ll need the ones you have kissed too. Actually, just anyone that’s ever touched you will do.”

I pull my head back and search his eyes, hoping to see some sort of joke behind his words, but came out with nothing. I turn the faucet to a scorching hot temperature and stand underneath it, letting the water run over me. I look up at him and see he’s watching me intently. “Are you serious?” I ask, knowing damn well that will never happen.