I gather her long, thick hair in my fist, wrapping it around my hand until I've fashioned a makeshift handle. I pull her head back with a sharp tug, arching her spine into a beautiful curve. "Yeah? You want to getfucked, baby? Is that what all this teasing was about?"
"Yes!" The word bursts fromher mouth, desperate and raw.
Something takes over. I hammer into her with punishing force, using her hair like reins to control her movements. Each thrust drives her forward, only for me to yank her back onto my cock. The brutal pace has the counter shaking, her breasts bouncing with every impact as obscene wet sounds fill the air between us.
My breathing remains measured and deep—a warrior's discipline keeping my impending release at bay. One hand grips her hip with bruising intensity while the other maintains its firm hold on her hair, keeping her arched and exposed. I bring my palm down hard against her ass cheek, the sharp crack of skin on skin punctuating our rhythm. The flesh reddens instantly beneath my hand, a mark she'll feel tomorrow.
"Ohgod—yes!" she cries out, her voice breaking with each thrust. "Don't stop, Rhy—please! Harder! I need—I need—" Her words dissolve into incoherent moans as her fingers scramble for purchase on the slick marble. Her eyes find mine in the mirror, glazed but challenging. "You promised to ruin me—so fucking ruin me already."
Her filthy words shoot straight to my cock. I lean forward, my chest pressing against her back as I growl directly into her ear.
"You want to be ruined, Angel? I'll fucking ruin you. This tight little cunt is mine," I snarl, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. "You can tease me all you want, dance for every fucker in that club, but at the end of the night, it's my cock splitting you open. My name, you're screaming. And my cum you're begging for."
Her whimpers fuel my frenzy as I continue my relentless assault, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing off the bathroom walls. But I need more—need to feel her convulsing around me before I surrender to my release.
"Play with that pretty clit, baby. Make a fucking mess. I'm close," I command, voice strained with the effort of holding back.
Dani obeys without hesitation, her hand snaking between her body and the counter to find her swollen bud. The moment her fingers make contact, she gasps sharply. "Oh, fuck!"
"Yeah? Come on, baby," I encourage, my pace becoming brutal, unforgiving. "Come on this cock, Angel." Each impact sends ripples through the soft flesh of her ass, the visual only driving me closer to the edge.
Her body goes rigid suddenly, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as she shatters around me. Her release is violent and messy—a flood of arousal gushing around my cock, drenching both of us and running down her trembling thighs. The evidence of her pleasure only heightens my own.
"Fuck!" The word is ripped from my chest as her inner walls clamp down on me. Her screams of ecstasy fill the small space, probably audible even over the club's pounding music. I manage just two more desperate thrusts before I'm done, emptying myself deep inside her with a primal grunt, my fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave marks.
The simple satisfaction of marking her from the inside only intensifies my pleasure as I continue to pump into her, drawing out both our climaxes until there's nothing left to give.
I withdraw from her with reluctance, satisfaction coursing through me at the sight of my cum slowly trickling down her inner thigh. She moans at the emptiness, the sound triggering something possessive in me. I slip my fingers back inside her still-pulsing entrance, needing to maintain the connection. Her body responds with a weak whimper.
Christ. I'm utterly addicted to this woman—to every sound she makes, every reaction I can wring from her body. The sight of my seed marking her from the inside out has become a particular obsession I'm not interested in fighting.
I spin her to face me, pressing my slick fingers against her lips. She takes them hungrily into her mouth, moaning as she tastes our combined essence. Her tongue swirls around my digits as they slide knuckle-deep into her throat. When I withdraw them, I crush my mouth to hers, both of us groaning as we share the intimate flavor of our passion.
I break the kiss and stare down at her, my cock still rock-hard and throbbing with each heartbeat. The mixture of her release and mine coats my length—slick, pearlescent streaks that glisten under the bathroom lights. Her sexy, golden eyes are dark pools of hunger, pupils blown wide with lust, lips red and swollen from my rough treatment.
"You got a mess to clean up, baby," I purr, voice rough with need.
I need those beautiful fucking lips stretched around me right now. She's been teasing me all goddamn week, and my patience is officially gone. Time to claim every inch of what's mine—every filthy, depraved act she's been promising with those knowing looks. I'm done with the waiting game. Tonight, I take everything.
That wicked smirk crosses her face—the one that makes my cock jerk against my stomach. Without a word, she pushes me up against the wall and sinks to her knees on the hard tile. Her long hair falls in wild waves around her flushed face as she looks up at me through those thick lashes—a goddess on her knees, but every bit as powerful as when she stands.
The first touch of her soft tongue against my sensitive head sends electricity shooting up my spine. She moans as she tastes our combined essence, the vibration traveling through my cock like a current, making my abs clench and breath catch.
"Jesus..." The word falls between us as she takes me fully into her scorching mouth.
Every nerve ending screams with oversensitivity, her tongue mapping every ridge and vein with meticulous attention. The sight of her swallowing me whole, has my cock swelling impossibly harder. I can feel her saliva mixing with the remnants of our passion, creating new slickness that drips obscenely down my length and onto her lucious tits.
I tangle my fingers in her silky brown hair, establishing my grip to guide her movements until my cock hits the back of her throat.
"Fuck…baby," I hiss through clenched teeth. "Your mouth was made for my cock."
She releases me with a lewd pop, moving lower to trace my sac with her hot tongue before taking one ball into her mouth. The gentle suction creates a pulling sensation that settles like molten lead in my core.
"That's it, baby," I pant. "Show me how much you love the taste of us."
Her bewitching honey-gold eyes never leave mine as she attempts to take both balls into her mouth, stretching her lips obscenely wide. When she returns to my shaft, her throat opens—a tight, rippling channel that massages my length with each swallow.
Her nails dig into my thighs, leaving crescent marks as tears gather at the corners of her eyes from taking me so deep, making her irises shimmer like sunlight through whiskey.
