Suka,I want to keep fucking her, keep feeling her clench, her body trembling against the tiles, water splashing over us.
“Want me to make you come again?” I ask, teasing, slowing my thrusts to drag it out, my cock barely moving inside her.
She answers me by nodding her head, her walls tightening around me, her pussy pulsing like she’s about to come, and I slow down more, torturing her.
She turns her head, eyes wild, pleading, “Please… Anton, I…” Her voice breaks, and she shoves her ass back and forth, desperate, her hand grabbing her own full cheek, spreading it, begging for more.
“Say it, Mary,” I say, giving her ass a light slap, then a harder one, the crack echoing.
She gasps, “Oh!” her face twisting with confusion. She loves it, wants it, and doesn’t know why.
I slap again, harder, her ass jiggling, red under the water.
“Tell me what you want,” I say, my other hand sliding to her clit, rubbing it roughly, fingers grinding fast, slick with her need.
“I… I want you to make me come,” she cries, hips bucking harder. I thrust deep, pounding her again, my fingers working her clit, fucking her until she’s screaming.
“You’re such a good girl,” I snarl.
The wet slap of our bodies echoes under the sound of the shower as I drive in, her gorgeous ass wobbling against my hips with every thrust. She moans, loud and helpless, and I grab her breasts from behind, squeezing hard, rolling her nipples until she’s crying out.
“Feel every fucking inch,” I breathe out against her neck, pounding deeper, faster, the sound of her slick pussy taking me nearly drowning out the water.
“Yes, Anton, yes…” she gasps, her voice a mix of shy submission and desperate want, trembling as she pushes back harder, taking me deeper. Her response lights a fire in my gut, her pussy clenching tighter around my cock, and fuck, she’s learning fast, giving me everything I demand.
I slam into her, over and over, until she shatters around me, pussy clenching, body convulsing in my arms. The sound of her scream is swallowed by the shower’s roar.
I curse, burying myself deep, spilling inside her, holding her to the wall like I’ll never let her fall.
Her legs give, shaking, body wrecked, but I keep her pinned, steady under the water, my cock still buried inside her. I should feel finished. Satisfied. Instead, I’m already hardening again, hunger twisting low in my belly.
Blyat. I’m fucked. Because one time was never going to be enough.
3
Mary
Anton’s face hovers over mine. His gaze—green gone dark—swallowing every trace of softness, locked on my mouth like they’re about to swallow me whole. He doesn’t talk; he never has to. His silence always says more than words.
My chest tightens as he leans closer. Heat radiates off him, breath mingling with mine. My heart’s surging like a rabbit in a trap.
And then—his tongue drags up the side of my cheek.
Wait.
Histongue?
The wet stripe is so shocking my whole body clenches, bracing for something filthy, except… Anton pulls back, and those lethal eyes flicker gold. Yellow. His pupils shrink into slits.
“Mmmwp.”
I jolt awake.
Not Anton.But twenty pounds of furry orange judgment is parked on my chest, sandpaper tongue mid-lick across my jaw.
“Oh… God.” My voice comes out hoarse, more groan than words. “How did you even get in here?”
He purrs louder, smug bastard, head-butting my chin like I work for him and my performance review isn’t looking good.
