Twice Driven(143)

My pulse was racing as I kissed her hungrily, and I felt her melt into me as the water began to grow hotter behind us. The familiar thrill was back; the rushing sense of the forbidden and the taboo that hit me every time she and I had done something risky like this. Sneaking into the showers like this was something we could get caught doing, and that raw, dirty feeling had my cock throbbing with need to be buried inside her.





She clutched at my arms as my hands held her by the waist and pressed her back into the wall. My lips and tongue teased over her neck, down to her collarbone, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan as I tasted her skin. My lips teased lower, over the gentle swell her breast as I sucked one of her pink little nipples into my mouth and groaned.





"We have to be quiet!" she whispered heavily to me, stuttering in her words as my fingers slid down her stomach and over her mound before slipping between her folds.





My cock throbbed hot against her belly, pressed tightly between us as she ground into me as I pushed her against the stall wall. She moaned and leaned into my chest as I fingered her, and she reached down to wrap her fingers around my thick shaft and stoke me as I leaned down and captured her lips with mine.





The steam from the shower began to billow around us as I spun us around and under the spray of the water. Christina gasped as the hot water trickled over her skin while my fingers curled deeply into her, stroking against that spot right inside and making her body melt for me.





"How do you want me?" She gasped out as I broke our kiss, her pouty eyes meeting my hungry gaze.





“Every way, always,” I growled as I kissed her again, claiming her mouth hard enough to bruise. I slid my fingers from her slit, and she whimpered before I grasped my dick tightly in my hand and push the fat head down to her pussy. She hugged me fiercely as I felt the thick head push between her velvety folds, slipping deeper to press hotly against her opening as she moaned into my chest.





I pressed her back against the wall as I slid into her, and she gasped much louder than she probably should have as I inched my thick cock deep inside her impossibly tight pussy.





My hands went to her ass, and she moaned as I lifted her up. Christina wrapped her legs tightly around my waist as I held her like that against the wall with my thick cock just barely inside of her, poised to slide deep and fill her up to the brim.





Two of the showers turned off, and the whole room got suddenly quieter. Christina and I froze as we heard shower stall doors opening, and then I felt my pulse jump a little as we heard two voices out by the sink counter.





“Oh my God, they live down the hall from me!” Christina hissed into my ear, her pussy tightening around my cock head as the two girls outside started chatting about whatever it was they were doing for the evening.





“I’m not sure we're going to be able to-”





She gasped and bit my shoulder as I suddenly grinned and sank my cock balls deep into her tight, silken cunt. Jesus, she felt like sweet heaven as her fingers clawed my back while my cock slid all the way inside of her.





I groaned as quietly as possible, my cock throbbing deep inside of her small body as I held her like that, pressed against the wall of the shower stall with her legs wrapped around my body.





The girls went on talking as I slid halfway out of her before pushing right back inside, making her moan again. Hot, steamy water poured over us, and I began to rock back and forth, sliding my big dick in and out of her tight little pussy as she clutched at me and tried not scream.





"Y- you're incorrigible, Mr. Weaver!” she hissed into my year as I slowly pushed my cock deep into her.





"Would you rather I stop?" I said darkly into her ear before my lips dipped to her neck, nipping at the skin there and making her gasp again.





“Never.”





We began to rock like that, faster and faster as the hot water steamed down over us. Her nipples, hard like two little pink pebbles rubbed deliciously against my muscled chest, my hands squeezing her ass as I nailed her to the wall with my cock.





The girls were still chatting by the sinks, but it was getting harder and harder to keep quiet.





"God, you feel so fucking good, honey." I growled into her ear. One of my hands dipped lower, my fingers teasing over her stretched lips to tease the skin where we met. “So fucking tight, baby,” I whispered deeply into her ear, making her shiver.





"You like that tight pussy, Mr. Weaver?” she whimpered out, milking my shaft with her muscles and making me groan as I pushed in deep. "Do you like how my tight, barely legal, eighteen year old pussy feels stretched so tight around your big dick?"