“Oh! I—” I gasp as he parts my coarse curls and grazes over the tingling folds beyond. Anything I’d planned to say is engulfed as his mouth covers mine, and I’m lost in a kiss that has no tenderness in it. This is a man who plunders. My lips are crushed beneath his just as his fingers breach my slick slit.
I grab his bicep and cling to him as my legs begin to shudder. The last thing that touched me so intimately had batteries included. Although I’ve learned a dozen ways to pleasure myself, this man is infinitely more skilled.
He breaks the kiss and sinks down, burning a trail down my throat with his lips. When he pauses midway to take each of my nipples into his mouth, I arch my back and moan. By the time he reaches my navel, I’m panting. I try not to inhale the water still streaming down my face. As he slides my panties down, I have an urge to suck in the soft swell of my belly. I’m not model-slim. And this man is built like an Olympic athlete. But from what’s throbbing between his thighs, he doesn’t seem to care. And when his mouth fastens over my clit and sucks down, I don’t care, either.
“Oh, God!” I blurt out, grabbing his shoulder to steady myself. He’s been sliding a finger in and out of me, and now he adds another. My thigh muscles begin to tremble with the exertion of not buckling over him. His nose is pressed against my furred mound, his tongue working magic over my throbbing nub. I can already feel the start of an orgasm brewing. It’s impossible. I’ve never been able to come this fast. In fact, my sex life has been spectacularly dismal. And now…and now… His fingers swirl and probe within me, and—
“Fuck!” I shout as everything in me spasms and clenches. “Oh, God! Yes…there! Fuck…right there!”
His tongue still taunts maddeningly until I finally feel the last wave ebb away. Then, without a word, he slides back up my body until we’re nose to nose. I’m breathing hard, eyes glazed with passion. His fingers thread through my hair again, and when he tugs me down with it, I descend without hesitation. As I kneel and face the full glory of that massive thing jutting from him, I’m intimidated. But he nudges it against my lips, his hand tightening into my hair.
“Open,” he instructs. My lips part as if they didn’t need a message from my brain. He thrusts into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and then thrusting in again. I’m shocked by the unexpectedness of it, trying to keep up with the force of his pumping. I’ve never been great at giving head, but it doesn’t seem to matter to him. The man is simply fucking my mouth. I don’t care – I’m still buzzing with my orgasm.
His hands tangle more firmly into my hair, holding my head over his crotch as he pumps his hips. I reach up and cup his ass. It’s almost as much to support myself as it is to try to control his movements. Not that I can do that at all. I try not to gag as he gives one last deep thrust and goes still.
“Yes!” he hisses. “Sweet…so fucking sweet!” And then he’s spilling hot spunk down my throat. I swallow compulsively. I don’t have much option. There’s no place else for it to go.
When he’s finally done, he pulls me back to my feet. It’s been mere minutes, but we’re nose to nose again. Gray eyes glitter as he runs them over my swollen lips.
“Good,” he murmurs. “I needed to get that out of my system. Now we can get started.”
I almost choke in alarm. “Get started?”
He grins, spins me around and nudges me out of the shower area. When I hesitate, he swats me sharply on the butt. I yelp, and he does it again, dropping his eyes to look at the marks forming there.
“Christ,” he mutters. “That ass is perfection…I’m going to fuck you from behind.”
He’s got to be kidding. My ass is nowhere near perfect. And there’s no way he can be ready so soon. But when he steps up behind me, I feel his hardening cock against my back.
A vast mirror spans the wall in front of us, and I catch sight of him towering over me. Broad and sinewy against my pale curves. I feel utterly inadequate compared to all that male beauty. But his eyes are on my breasts, and then he cups them in his hands. He drops his mouth into the curve of my neck and sucks on my slick skin. And now I’m ready again too.
“Oh, God,” I exhale. I can see his hands moving over my body, kneading soft flesh. Too soft. I want to squirm away in embarrassment, but it feels so good. I make a move to reach for my robe, but he swats my hand.
“I want to look at you,” he growls out.
“But I—” My hand is still reaching when his next swat lands on my ass again. I make a startled bleating sound, but it’s as much a cry of pleasure as it is of alarm. The sharp sensation tingles through my flesh and into my core.
“Do you like that?” he asks, running his lips along the curve of my shoulder. He grazes his teeth there, and I shudder. “Do you?” he persists. His hand is rubbing soothing circles on my butt. He raises it and slaps me again.
“No!” I blurt. “No…it’s…it’s….”Oh God, what is it?
“Bend over,” he rasps. “Puts your hands on the counter.” When I don’t comply, he raises my arms, and sets my hands on the ledge. Now I’m staring up at his reflection standing naked behind me. And I’m equally bare.
His eyes catch mine as he slides his hands up and down my flanks, then nudges my knees apart with his own.
“Keep your legs spread,” he commands. I swallow hard, pressing my lips together. When his hand lands on my butt, I shriek but don’t change my position. He lands another slap, and this time I groan. He presses against me. The heat of his cock between my ass cheeks seems to match my own flaming flesh. My breasts sway between my arms and he reaches forward to cup them.
“Your tits are fucking world-class,” he murmurs before returning his hands to my ass. I whimper at the feeling of his smooth palms against my burning skin. “You’re dripping wet,” he says hoarsely, still watching me in the mirror. I can’t maintain eye contact. It’s too much. I don’t do things like this. Not sex with strangers. Not…not… Oh God, not whatever he’s doing to me right now.
“I don’t do this,” I say hoarsely. I don’t know why I tell him. I doubt he believes me, or even cares. His focus is down between my thighs again. When he thrusts a finger into my gaping pussy, I shoot up in surprise. He reaches out a huge hand and presses my shoulders back down.
“Keep still,” he instructs. I grip the countertop, my knuckles white. He thrusts his fingers in and out of me, my body making slick sloshing sounds. I want to hide my face. When his thumb dips further and seeks out the hidden pearl of my clit, I’m sure I can feel my juices streaming from me.
“Jesus…just look at you.” He pulls his fingers out and raises his hand to his mouth, tasting me. “So sweet…” I almost sob at the sudden sense of emptiness. Until there’s a firm nudge against my hungry hole. He straightens behind me, lining his cock up as his eyes meet mine again.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to feel me for a week,” he growls. And then he thrusts in, and I let out a cry as he slams home.
Dear God, he’s enormous!I can’t find my breath. I feel him pause to adjust his position, one hand on my hip. His expression has deepened into a frown. His jaw clenches.
