Instead, I moan loudly, the sound muffled and sordid as he continues fucking into my mouth at a blissful, almost brutal pace. The sloppy, wet sound fills the shower, joining the echoes of his grunts and groans, his moans of my nameover and over again.
Finally, with a demonic growl, he releases the salty liquid, shooting ropes of it down my throat and filling my mouth with it. I struggle to swallow it all, forcing as much as I can down, some still spilling from the corner of my lips as his pumps turn shallow and small, his groans of relief getting quieter and more breathy.
Instead of releasing my hair, he pulls his dick free, using his grip to tilt my head up to look at him.
A victorious smile pulls at my lips as I lick the trailing cum from the corner, seeing his predatory gaze track every movement. He uses his thumb to wipe the excess from my chin, forcing it back into my mouth. I suck filthily on the digit, reveling in the power I feel at bringing this man to such ruin. Hisbrows furrow in pleasure, watching me indulge myself in every filthy drop of him, not wasting anything.
Even once I've caught my breath, he doesn't release me, using his grip to roughly pull me to my feet, slamming me against the shower wall, my tits pressed against the warm, wet tiles. His other hand instantly reaches between my legs, finding me soaking wet.
He moans, licking a stripe up my neck and rubbing circles on my swollen clit, his stillvery hardcock nestled right against my ass. "Does sucking my dick get you all wet and needy, honey?"
I realize a second too late that I might have fucked up. All this time, I've assumed a demon might at least have some refractory period, and I'd have a second to enjoy my victory. I should have fucking known better, and nowhe'splaying me like a fucking instrument thathe'smastered in our short time together, pulling desperate moans and whimpers from me with expert precision.
"Huh?" he nudges my jaw with his nose. "I asked you a question."
"Yes," I moan. "It does."
His teeth dig into the soft flesh between my neck and shoulder, making me cry out as he continues his assault on my clit. "You love taking this cum, don't you? Anywhere and everywhere I wanna put it."
His finger rubs firm circles, already making my legs shake, threatening to buckle beneath me as I shout, "Yes," again.
He groans, angling my head to plant a filthy, sloppy kiss on my lips, his tongue pinning mine, stroking it while his fingers slide into my pussy. I whine, trapped between this large man and the wall, forced to take every bit of pleasure he wants to bring me. He pants against my lips, "Fuck, you're perfect."
The praise mixed with his long fingers scissoring and spreading me open makes my head spin. My hips try to move, tryto chase the high, but his body keeps me still, his massive dick pressed insistently against my ass.
Removing his fingers, he adjusts our stance, his hot, hard length pressing between my legs and sliding against my clit. He slides it against me, back and forth, driving me crazy while his mouth keeps mine occupied, a salacious dance of lips and tongues and teeth.
The hand not buried between my legs squeezes between me and the wall, gripping and squeezing my nipples, working on one and then the other, back and forth until I'm a squirming, panting mess.
When hefinallyangles his hips and lets just his tip breach my entrance, I squeal, trying to take more of it inside my body.
He chuckles, releasing my mouth to look down at me, his gaze traveling from my face down to the arch of my spine, to where my ass is pressed against him, before he brings it back up, inching inside of me so slowly it makes my eyes cross at the exquisitely torturous pace.
By the time he's seated fully inside me, all thought has left my body; the only thing existing is a need to move or for him to move, either way, as long assomeoneis fucking moving. But he won't, staying wholly still as I wriggle and adjust to his size, the stretch overwhelming, just like every fucking time.
Moving his hips out slightly and back in draws a breathy sigh from my lips, the relief warring only with the need for more. He moves lazily, drawing in and out unhurriedly, the sound of our bodies joining a slow, filthy squelch. My fingers flex, trying to dig into the shower walls to fight against my need to push back on him, knowing it won't matter and that I'm completely trapped here.
His thrusts continue, bringing me ecstasy that is almost torture; too slow tobringme to orgasm, just taunting me towardthe edge with no chance of tumbling over until I'm a trembling, pathetic mess.
"You know, baby," he coos, moaning loudly as my cunt pulses around him. "There's still one place I haven't buried my cum inside you yet."
Fear and exhilaration light up my blood, making it pump harder. An unbidden mewl comes out at the thought of him doingjustwhat he's implying.
"Yeah?" he bites my lower lip, pulling on it before releasing. He removes himself from my body, letting go of my hair and sinking to his knees behind me.
I lean my head against the shower wall, already aching to feel him inside of me again.
Eamon groans, using a firm grip on each cheek to arch my back further and keep me pressed against the wall, legs wide open to look at everything between them. With a depraved groan, he leans in, running his tongue along the entire length of my cunt, clit to opening and back again, making me scream.
His fingers breach my entrance again, working in and out, and I can both feel and hear myself soaking his hand as he does. He sinks his teeth into the flesh on my ass, the pain and pleasure at the same time almost making me come already.
Thoroughly and utterly soaked, his hand drifts back between my cheeks, pressing against the tight ring of musclesthere. "Does that sound good baby? You want me to fill this tight little asshole with my cock?"
I make a whimpering sound, both terrified of the idea and desperate for it. He sinks a single finger inside, the fullness, the strangewrongnessof it making my legs shake. He wastes no time, using one finger to fuck my asshole and two others to slide inside my cunt, using one hand to bring me brutal pleasure, his other gripping my ass to keep me spread wide open for his ministrations.
"Come on, baby, show me how bad you want it," he taunts, biting me again. His hand leaves, returning with a harsh slap, making me scream. "Yes— fuck yeah. You love this, don't you?"
I nod, my cheek pressed against the tile, feeling like nothing but a giant bundle of nerves catapulting toward blinding pleasure.
