The bathroom was thick with steam; the mirror was fogged solid. The hot water cascaded over me as I braced one hand against the tile and two fingers buried knuckle-deep in my cunt, thumb grinding my clit in frantic circles.
I was so close, whimpering at the thought of him and what he looked like naked and without the mask. But the mask turned me on even more.
Filthy, broken sounds ripped from my throat and echoed off the walls. I used my other hand to pinch and twist my nipple, chasing that brutal memory of teeth and pain and ownership.
It was the sound of the door easing open that had me freezing, fingers still lodged inside myself, water pounding my back like a second heartbeat. The shower curtain parted, and through the curtain of steam, the skull appeared, matte black, expression ominous.
Without saying a damn thing, he stripped, showcasing hard muscles, a defined physique, and an aura that screamed alpha male. His cock was already standing erect, the slit glossy with pre-cum
He stepped fully into the shower, looking like a dark god dragged up from hell.
My knees almost gave out right there.
I hadn’t moved, still facing the shower wall, fingers still fucking my pussy.
He didn’t speak. Just stared at me through those hollow sockets while the shower turned him into a living shadow.
I should have screamed.
Instead, my cunt clenched hard around my fingers, and I came with a choked sob, hips jerking, pussy juices gushing over my hand and down my thighs, washed away instantly by the water.
One massive hand wrapped around my throat from behind, pinning me face-first to the cold tile. My nipples scraped ceramic so hard they throbbed. His other foot kicked my legs wide until I was spread obscenely, water sluicing between my ass cheeks, over my swollen pussy lips.
“Miss me, slut?” His voice was pure gravel and sin.
I couldn’t answer. The only sound I could make was a desperate, wet moan that escaped me as he ground himself forward. The ridge of his cock dragged between my ass cheeks, thick and merciless. Could feel every vein. Could feel hardness, how huge he was.
I remembered how much he’d stretched me.
He slapped his cock against the small of my back. Then he notched the fat head at my pussy entrance and slammed home in one brutal stroke.
No warning. No mercy.
The stretch stole my breath, burned so good I screamed into the tile. He bottomed out instantly, balls pressed tight to my clit, cock consuming every inch of me. Water pounded over us as he started fucking me standing up, one arm banded under my breasts to hold me in place, the other hand wrapped around my neck, choking me just enough that black spots danced at the edges of my vision.
Every thrust lifted me onto my toes. My tits bounced painfully, nipples sliding across tile with every savage snap of his hips. He used me like a toy, like something built for his pleasure alone, grunting low behind the mask, hips pistoning, water splashing everywhere.
I came again almost immediately, pussy spasming around him squirting so hard it splashed his thighs. He didn’t slow just growled and fucked me through it, through the next climax until my legs were jelly and only his arm kept me upright.
Then he pulled out, spun me, and forced me onto my knees.
I hit the hard tile with a crack of pain that barely registered. Water streamed into my eyes, my mouth. He fisted my soaked hair in one hand, aimed that monstrous cock, slick with my cream and orgasm juices at my lips.
“Open.”
I did.
He fed himself into my mouth inch by brutal inch, stretching my jaw until it ached. I gagged the second he hit my throat, eyes watering instantly, but he didn’t stop. Just rocked forward, short, punishing jabs that forced me to take more until my nose was buried in the trimmed hair at his base and I couldn’t breathe.
Drool poured from my stretched lips mixing with the shower spray. He fucked my face like he’d fucked my cunt—ruthless and relentless—until my throat was raw and my chest burned for air.
When he came, it was with a guttural roar that vibrated through the mask. The first jet hit the back of my throat so hard I choked and swallowed frantically, but he kept coming, flooding my mouth with thick pulses of jizz until it spilled over my chin and down my tits. He pulled out just enough to paint my tongue and my lips with his spunk. Then he smeared the overflow of his orgasm over my lips and into my mouth, making me suck them clean.
“Lick up every fucking drop,” he snarled.
I whimpered, licking greedily, tasting both of us.
He hauled me up by the hair, shut the water off, and pulled us out of the shower. But he wasn’t done with me. He bent me over the bathroom sink. The mirror was still fogged, but I could see the ghost of us, him towering behind me, skull mask dripping, my face wrecked and tear-streaked.
