“Fuck! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she begs, the end of her sentence truncated by a cock-wetting moan, the heat from our bodies outlining her bust in a thin film of condensation on foggy glass.
The margins of my vision are occluded by steam, but that doesn’t stop an embroidery of stars from soldering themselves to the insides of my eyelids.
“No sane man would ever stop when his girl has the most perfect cunt on the goddamn planet. I don’t want you to be able to walk when I’m done with you. I want my cum to leak out ofyou for days on end so you can rememberjusthow good I fuck you.”
I move my free hand to wrap around her throat—lightly indenting the sides to distribute the right amount of pressure—and my breath feathers against her cheek, earning me a little mewl that relights my euphoria.
“Think it’ll be kind of hard to forget,” she gasps through my grip.
“You can’t be saying stuff like that.”
“Why not?”
“I’ve got my dick in your pussy, Staten. I want to do things to you that aren’t remotely respectful.”
My fingers loosen incrementally around her neck, a cocktail of rapture emerging deep in my stomach, half-translated through a whimper that I contemplate vocalizing. Each piston of my cum-slicked cock hits that tender spot inside of her, and I briefly lose my finesse when the mix of our moans pierces through a soft-spoken lacuna.
Tits recoiling, her cunt slurps around my shaft, wringing all nine inches of me like she’s hell-bent on receiving an A in sex ed. “You don’t need to be gentle with me anymore. I can take it.”
Oh, fuck.
I’ve always been gentle with Staten. Not because I’m scared she’ll break, but because I’m scared of my own reckless strength. So, to hear her essentially give me permission to impale her on my dick without mercy has my thoughts offshooting in all different directions, more than delirious from life’s sick push and pull of pleasure.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear that,” I growl, plunging inside her ring of muscle, my piercings catching each time she dilates in an attempt to lessen the pain. “Watch how you choke my cock, Ace. Watch how good we are together.”
Her head tips down so she can do as I say, and I make aconscious effort to slowly withdraw myself to the head before spearing back down to the root, the suction of our sexes echoing off the water-resistant walls.
“Oh, Knox! It feels so good!” she screams, milking me in between sloppy ruts, the slack of her body either a result of the hellish temperature or the bittersweet endurance. My hand falls away from her throat, and it reroutes to the curve of her hip so I can guide and control.
“Wanna fill you to the brim, baby. Wanna mark my territory.”
“I’m yours. There’s no competition.”
On one of Staten’s downstrokes, I have to slap a hand against the glass for added stability. She’s the only girl who knows just how to blindside me, and I’m a fucking lovestruck fool for enjoying every second of it.
“That’s right.Youbelong tome. Nobody else is ever going to see this version of you, cock-dumb, begging to be creampied,” I drawl, bucking my hips against her, my dick fattening with more blood the closer I am to lofting over the whitecaps of my orgasm.
“Territorial much?”
“Keep mouthing off and you’re about to find out,” I promise, reeking of possessiveness, so overstimulated that the only thing on my mind is making my girl come so hard she needs two to three business days to recover.
My voice is shot from straining over the pressurized stream, and I deliver a series of rougher strokes to her sopping cunt, well-attuned to every minuscule twitch of her body that tells me she needsmore.
A combination of sweat and water plasters her baby hairs to her temples, her back in a perfect arch that allows the water to mold to the curve of her spine. She yields to my cock without riposte, reduced to a mess of mewls and untethered moans. I falter through my sawing motion, finally feelingexhaustion catch up and trap me in a force field of bottled energy.
“Jesus, you’re insatiable,” she gasps, pushing her ass into my crotch with the same vigor.
All my thoughts jam like an overfilled garbage disposal. Staten Renault is the embodiment of perfection, and the prospect of being able to fuck her stupid every day gives me a needed push.
I gently tug her hair back, baring her neck to me, and I run my tongue over the brine that soaks into her flesh—feel her pulse accelerate in an evolutionary response.
“You have no fucking idea.”
She shivers underneath my touch, her legs the consistency of Jell-O and threatening to buckle at any moment. I can tell she’s almost there, teetering over a precipice she’s determined not to succumb to. Everything is amplified with her, and the territorialism inside of me seals over my more rational decision-making.
Another slam, another squeeze from her cunt.
She’s at my complete mercy, but she’s miles away from the girl who was terrified to engage in anything sexual when I first met her. She has this greed about her that wasn’t there before, far from well-behaved—an inner succubus that beguiles me to do unspeakable things.
