My breathing grew jagged, and the muscles between my legs quivered as I steeled myself to receive him. I bit my lip when I thought of how he’d just come hot and out of control in my mouth. I wanted to feel him inside menow, taking what he needed. I almost bit my lip off when I let my head fall between my arms and saw his naked size fourteen-and-a-half feet.
I felt a soapy hand between my legs. “David,” I whined. “Please.”
“Please what?” he asked huskily.
“Please—I’m so ready.”
He skated one hand up my back and grasped the ends of my hair, pulling softly. He set his other palm on my backside and rubbed it gently. As it landed against my skin with more force this time, I cried out.
“Ready for what?” he asked.
“To get fucked,” I begged.
“How do you want it, baby?”
“Hard,” I rasped. “I need it.”
His hand returned between my legs, opening me up. I trembled as he played with me, alternating between rubbing my clit, inserting a finger, and spreading my wetness over me. When I felt the pressure of his cock against my opening, I shuddered.
His other hand pulled my hair at the same moment he shoved into me, propelling me forward. I gasped, my knuckles whitening on the edge. He slid out and then inched back in so I felt myself stretching and then closing around him.
“You’re made for me,” he said on a growl.
“Because I’m yours.”
He gave me another hard thrust, bouncing me forward. “You know I fucking love when you say that.”
His body closed over mine, and his breath heated my shoulder. He rocked into me, picking up his pace as he tugged on my hair.
“Pull it,” I pleaded through gritted teeth. His fist tightened and yanked. He kissed the skin at the nape of my neck and then between my shoulder blades, all the while driving steadily into me. He wrapped both hands over my shoulders, straightened up, and began hammering me as he pulled me back onto him.
I squeezed my eyes shut and whimpered as I took him to the base. “Oh, God,” I yelled into the bite of pain. I braced myself against the bench and pushed back harder.
“Christ, Olivia. Give it back to me,” he uttered. I faintly registered the sound of slapping skin echoing throughout the shower. As one hand knotted into my hair, he spanked me again.
Then he was pulling on my biceps, demanding my hands behind my back. His fingers wrapped around my wrists, putting me in his complete control. His grip tightened and my arms twisted as he took me fast, his chest rumbling as he got closer to the edge.
This was his finale; this was how he wanted me to come. My breath caught as my insides coiled for him, lost in the sensation of submission. My toes curled into the stone floor. I held on and clenched around him, squeezing his dick and eliciting incoherent words of praise from him.
As I tipped into oblivion, I had the urge to grab something and hold on, but he still had me tightly in his grip. I could only focus on the heat rippling through my body in rays of molten bliss, and somewhere in my consciousness I heard his roar, felt his warmth begin to flow, pouring himself into me . . .
Only me.I’mdoing this to him.
I fell to my knees, and once I was down, he released my wrists.
“Jesus,” he said, staring at me, his breathing labored. “You’re on fire in the morning.”
I only looked back at him, blinking and trying to catch my own breath. “It’s your fault,” I said as he bent down and hauled me to my feet. “Those sweatpants . . .”
His eyebrows shot up. “Sweatpants?”
“You, shirtless, sweatpants,” I managed. “Super sexy, honey.”
He grinned. “You blow me first thing in the morning. Then you let me fuck you to your knees. Now you’re telling me I’m sexy?”
“Not sexy. Super sexy,” I corrected.
His eyes darkened, and he seized my waist, jerking me to him. “Mmm,” he moaned against my mouth, squeezing me. “I love your pussy that wet, your wrists in my hands, letting me give it to you hard as I can. You’re so tight, but you take every inch.”
