As he explored my mouth, he pulled me tightly against him, the crushing weight of the powerful man exactly what I needed.
One hand rolled down my back, cupping my bottom. With the heavy throb of his cock, my mouth watered from the thought of tasting him, drinking every drop of his sweet cream.
As always, he knew me well, able to sense my increasing desire. He finally broke the kiss, tracing the line of my jaw with first his tongue then his teeth. His thumb pressed under my jaw, holding me in place while he dragged the tip of his tongue around my pulse of life.
His hot breath cascaded down my neck creating a wave of shivers. Being here with him in a tiny place in the middle of nowhere was perfect, better than being in some fancy hotel. The thought was silly, but as real as the moment we were sharing.
He pushed me away, slowly shaking his head. Within the confined space, the water splashed over us, adding to the sinful moment. When he cupped both breasts, my body swayed, and I was forced to grasp his arms to steady myself. Although I doubted he would ever allow me to fall.
Another rush of heat swept through me as he flicked his fingers across both nipples. They were already hard, aching just like my pussy. Panting, I squeezed his arms as if to beg him not to stop.
His laugh was a husky reminder of how much control he had over me. The moment his lips wrapped around one hardened bud, I was thrown by the jolts of current. They were different than before and even with the increasing heat, my arms were covered in goosebumps.
With a few flicks of his tongue, he brought one nipple between his lips, even biting down until I cried out in blissful pain. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, increasing the sexualtension by sliding one hand between my legs. Now I was swaying back and forth, struggling to remain upright.
“My little flower is wet.”
“Uh-huh,” I managed, licking water off my lips. “I need you.” I finally opened my eyes, barely able to focus.
“You do?” He crooked an eyebrow, his grin the evil one that had originally annoyed me. Now I found it one of the most attractive of his many exquisite attributes. But there were several, not that I’d allow him to know. Compliments would certainly go to his big head.
I bit back a laugh. “Yep. Did you know a foretelling told me about your arrival?”
“Your magical Ouija board?”
He slipped a single finger past my swollen folds and I couldn’t fight the strangled moan. “No, silly. A fortune cookie.”
“My little gypsy.” Adding a second finger, he pumped deep inside, flexing them open to torment me as he did so incredibly well.
“Just a free spirit.”
He nipped my earlobe before driving the tip of his tongue into the shell, swirling much like my mind was doing, losing every train of thought. “And all mine.”
The thrill of hearing his possessiveness was fascinating, but I couldn’t deny the effects his words had on me. I was wild with desire, no longer capable of seeing clearly. Forget thoughts. Forget ideas. I simply needed his cock buried inside of me.
He wasn’t finished with teasing me just yet, adding a third finger, thrusting with a little more pressure while rubbing his thumb around my clit. I bucked against his hand, likely causing scars from the way my nails were digging into his skin.
If he cared, I wouldn’t know it, the man too busy concentrating on creating a deep vibration within my core. Flames licked at every part of me, beads of perspiration trickling down both sides of my face, one falling against my lip. The salty taste was nothing in comparison to the taste of his sweet cum.
I rubbed the flat of my hand down his stomach, wrapping my fingers around his cock. As soon as I did, he jerked my hand away. “You’re not in charge, my French flower. Not now, not ever. I think that’s something you need to get through that pretty head of yours.”
“What if I don’t?”
The single brutal slap across my bottom caused me to release a yelp. And in that moment, I felt much freer than I had before. The sadness wasn’t gone, but merely locked away for a little while so I could learn to breathe and deal with it on my own.
He pumped his fingers inside, the heat of his stare causing my cheeks to flame. As I rocked forward, he shook his head. “Nice try, little girl.” I was surprised when he dropped to his knees, deluged by the water, but he didn’t seem to care in the least. He spread my legs wide open, pulling me close. After blowing across my pussy, he placed my foot on the edge of the tub.
Every sound he made was guttural, deep and growling and created a wave of fantasies that were raunchy as hell. But there was nothing better than completely letting go.
I threw my head back, gripping his shoulders as he buried his face in my aching cunt. Oh, my God. Shock tore through as he violently assaulted my pussy with his tongue, licking me as a starving man would do.
“Oh. Oh…You are…”
He growled in appreciation, his actions becoming rougher.
I slapped one hand against the shower wall, nearly ripping the curtain from the rings with the other. A startled laugh bubbled from my lips as a series of stars floated in front of my eyes. Gasping, I undulated my hips as he thrust his tongue deep inside, using his fingers to drive me crazy while taking every drop of my cream.
Every sound he made was amplified and with his fingers digging into my skin, I was going nowhere. As I drifted closer and closer to pure ecstasy, my mind became inflamed with wild, crazy images of filth and sin. At this point, I would do anything he asked, surrendering to every need.
