Wild and full of lust, he stared at me.
Water streaked down his tattooed chest and arms. My pulse pounded against the vise of his grip.
I couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t think.
And then. . .he let go.
Air rushed into me in one desperate gasp. I coughed, moaned, shuddered, clutching him tighter as he leaned close, his lips dragging fire across my ear. “Do you like that?”
Still grasping at breaths, I panted. “Y-yes.”
“I would give you a safeword,” he pecked at my bottom lip. “But right now. . .I’m too far gone to be safe with you.”
What?!
And then he slammed his cock back inside me.
Hard.
Deep.
Ruthless.
“Ohhh God!” My voice echoed against tile as his cock split my pussy apart.
His pace was relentless.
A savage rhythm between punishment and bliss, his cock slamming into me like thunder, his body crashing down like a storm I couldn’t outrun. Every thrust split me wider, deeper, dragging the sweet burn of his piercing across my walls, a constant friction that made me sob and moan at the same time.
It hurt.
God, ithurt.
The sharp stretch, the bruising pace, the raw ache building between my thighs—it all should’ve broken me.
But then came the pleasure.
Dark.
Twisted.
Holy.
The sting of his thrusts blurred into sweetness.
Every violent slam ricocheted into my clit.
Every grind sparked lightning through my belly.
Ravishing pain bled into hot ecstasy until I didn’t know which one I was crying for, only that my pussy choked around his cock like it needed this brutal agony to live.
My head fell back against the stone, mouth open in a silent scream as heat coiled tighter, tighter—so close, so dangerously close to snapping.
My orgasm hovered at the edge, clawing for release.
So fierce.
