I realize my lips are still open, so I close them, swallowing the saliva and water from the shower before they open again on a gasp when he pinches my nipple, making my hips rock forward involuntarily. It’s like he’s got a map straight to my pussy. He knows exactly what to touch, what to say. Are all women like this? Or am I just a stupid bitch? I hate how inexperienced I am.
I can’t make the words come out no matter how much I want to. So I reach up, grip his wrist once again. Out of amusement or curiosity, he allows me to guide his thumb back to my lips. I pull his thumb into my mouth and close my lips around it, sucking on it.
His baby-blue eyes grow heavy, a growl comes from deep in his throat, and I feel a small sense of pride, but it’s gone immediately when he yanks it free from my mouth. “Ty—”
He shoves his middle and ring finger both into my mouth, interrupting what I was about to say, and it makes me gag. My body jerks involuntarily.
“That’s it, Lake. That’s the sound I want to hear you make. Suck on them, little darling. Pretend it’s my cock. Show me how good you’re going to be on your knees.” He splits his fingers inside of my mouth, one on either side of my tongue and I close my lips the best I can to swallow. “That’s it.” He slides them out, and I keep my mouth open for him, waiting for whatever he wants to do next. My tongue is out and ready like a hungry slut begging to be fucked.
He pushes his fingers back into my mouth, and I gag once again. My hips push forward, and my eyes start to sting with unshed tears. I arch my neck, trying to pull his fingers from my mouth, but he just pushes them farther down my throat, and I choke on them.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs, eyes on mine. “Such a good girl.”
My thighs clench while my pussy throbs at his words. I want to hear them again, so I open up for him the best I can.
He adds a third finger, making me whimper around them filling my mouth.
“You’re doing so good, Lake,” he praises, and I drool runs out of the corner of my lips. “Look how needy you are.”
I blink, trying to nod.
He gives me a smile. “Your body is begging me to fuck it.”
I’m having trouble breathing and I can’t swallow, but I look up at him through my lashes, unable to look away from the hunger in his eyes.
He removes his fingers from my mouth and steps back. I sag, dropping my head and sucking in a ragged breath, needing a moment, but he grabs my arm, yanking me across the shower, and pushes me down onto the bench. I gasp, the tile freezing against my ass, legs, and back. He stands in front of me before I can get back up. He reaches over and grabs a bottle of soap and pours some onto his hard dick, then lets the bottle drop to the floor.
“Wrap your hands around my cock, Lake. Show me how much you want me in your mouth.”
Licking my wet lips, I drop my eyes to his dick right in front of my face. I do as he says, wrapping my hands around the long and veiny shaft. There are still inches that they don’t cover. I don’t know how big he is compared to others, but I’d say he’s on the larger side. His cock is the only one I’ve ever seen, let alone touched.
I start to move both hands up and down, smearing the soap. I’ve never done this before, so I have no clue what I’m doing.
His hands gather in my wet hair, and he holds my head in place, making my scalp tingle while I jerk him off in the shower.
“Fuck,” he groans, lifting his right foot on the bench next to me. I release his dick with my right hand and start massaging his balls. His body jerks, and he sucks in a deep breath through his teeth.
I smile to myself. He likes it. I’m controlling him right now. He’s my puppet. Sex is a two-way street. I never thought about it this way. I was afraid he’d use me, but I can use him.
“Tyson,” I moan. My mouth waters, imagining being on my knees for him just like he described—crying and gagging.
“Yes, little darling. That’s it.” He groans.
I look up and watch him slap his free hand on the wall behind me. He throws his head back, showing me his chiseled jawline, and I watch his Adam’s apple bob when he swallows. “Goddammit.”
My hand goes back to his dick, and I move them faster, grip him harder. I’m in awe of the way his muscles tense and his hips thrust forward. I can only imagine what he’ll look like when I’m on my knees for him.
I slow them down and run my fingers over the barbell at the bottom of his shaft. I want to lick it, pull it into my mouth to see what kind of sound he makes when I suck on it. Running my hand up to the head, I twist my hand and his breathing becomes erratic. Then all of a sudden, he steps away from me, yanking his dick from my hands. He holds my head in place with his hand still in my hair while his free hand grips the base of his hard cock. He runs it up and down his shaft a few times before he comes all over me.
I close my eyes just in time to feel it hit my chest, neck, and bottom half of my face. He tugs me to my feet and slams my back against the wall. “Open your eyes,” he demands.
I do as I’m told and look up into his eyes blazing down on me. I’m not sure if it’s anger or want. I’m hoping the latter because I’m so turned on right now, I can’t even be ashamed.
He runs his thumb over my lips, and he smears his cum before he lowers his to mine and kisses me once again, forcing his cum into my open mouth with his tongue. The texture is thick, but I don’t really taste anything. My arms wrap around his neck on their own, both his hands grip my hair, forcing me to cry out into his mouth.
He swallows it, devouring me, and I let him.
My hips push into his, and I’m desperate. My extremely sore pussy throbs, begging to be used. Fuck, I’m pathetic. This man is a monster. A killer. I haven’t even been married to him for twenty-four hours and he’s already got me trained. Just like he said he would.
