With a brow raised he asks me, “So did you lie to me when you said you could handle anything? Did you lie when you said you can handle me?”
Fuck, that tone. That sexy as fuck commanding tone has my pussy pulsating and dripping.
I shake my head from side to side as my tongue darts out to lick my bottom lip.
His hand snakes up my neck and then he pinches my chin between his fingers. “Words, Grace,” he demands from me.
“I didn’t lie.”
“No?”
“No,” I say as firmly as I can but my voice comes out on a breath.
“Then you’ll take my cock like the good girl you promised me you are and you’ll come all over it.”
Before I can even agree to his demands he hoists me up on him and slams my back on the tiles of the shower wall and sinks his cock all the way inside me in one powerful thrust.
Holy motherfucking fuck.
“Oak!” I cry out his name as I feel myself stretching around him. Before I can get well adjusted he pulls back and slams back in.
I wrap my arms around his neck and my ankles hook around his lower back.
With his brutal pace it’s clear he was holding back from me last night.
What I had thought was Oak fucking me last night is nothing compared to this.
This, this bruising and fast paced rhythm is pure fucking.
And I love it.
His swollen cock batters my walls causing an ache that brings both pleasure and pain.
And I’m starting to realize that sex with Oak will always blur the lines between the two. One will not simply exist without the other.
I bite down on his shoulder as a scream wants to rip free. That little slice of pain from my teeth only causes him to fuck me harder.
With every thrust he says to me, “Tell. Me. You’re. Mine.”
My fingers tangle in the ends of his hair and I raise my head to meet his heated gaze. “I’m yours,” I say breathlessly. I then add because it’s the truth and he has to know, “I’ll always be yours.”
That sets his icy blue eyes ablaze. The sounds of our sex slamming against each other overpowers the sound of the shower.
I can feel the familiar build up starting in my lower abdomen and fraying every one of my nerve endings. My eyes roll to the back of my head and Oak growls in my ear.
I fucking love hearing him just as much as he loves hearing me.
I love knowing that I affect him so profoundly.
“Eyes on me, baby” he orders and my eyes flash open to meet his. His eyes can set my skin on fire. “You’re close aren’t you?”
“So fucking close.”
“So am I, baby. You’re going to come with me and look me in the eyes as you do. Touch yourself, Grace. Touch your clit like I would.”
I obey his command and slip my hand down my body to my pussy. I touch my clit gently at first and he narrows his eyes at me. “I said like I would, Grace. Rough and hard. Do it now.” And I do just as he says. I rub against my clit with rough strokes and it has me seeing stars. “That’s it,” he says encouragingly. “You take direction so well, baby. You love submitting to me, don’t you?”
I flick my clit harder and I answer on whimper, “I do. I’ll do anything you say.”
