Her face burned, her eyes wide and uncertain as she nodded.
A pulse of pure, primal satisfaction shot straight through me, so intense I actually felt a small spurt of come leak from my cock.
“Fucking hell,” I muttered, half in disbelief, half in raw approval. “That is so fucking hot.”
Her lips parted, but she didn’t get a chance to speak because I surged forward again, burying my face back between her thighs.
“You just sealed your fate, baby,” I growled against her. “You’re mine. Always were. You just didn’t know it yet. And I’m never fucking letting you go.”
Then I went back to work. Harder this time. I added another finger, stretching her carefully but relentlessly. Her body trembled under my hands, her thighs shaking and her grip on my hair turning desperate.
“Please—” she gasped, her voice breaking.
“You’ll get it,” I muttered. “But not yet.”
I pushed her further, faster, my mouth and fingers working together until she was completely gone, writhing against me and begging without even realizing she was doing it. When I finally let her come, it hit her hard. Her whole body arched, her cry echoing in the enclosed space, and her walls clamping down on my fingers like a vise.
“Good fucking girl,” I groaned, not stopping.
I drove her straight into another one. And another. By the time I let her come the third time, she was shaking and barely able to stay upright, her body soft and pliant exactly how I needed her. I reached up, shut off the water without even looking, then stood and scooped her into my arms.
She was limp against me, breathless, wrecked, and completely mine.
Water dripped from both of us as I carried her straight out of the shower and to the bed, not giving either of us a moment to think.
Not when I was finally about to take everything I wanted.
I lowered her onto the bed carefully, but as soon as her back hit the mattress, control slipped a little farther out of my hands. I came down over her, bracing my weight on my forearms just enough to keep from crushing her while still letting our bodies press together. The contact was immediate and brutal—hot, slick skin sliding against mine, her softness molded against the harder lines of my body in a way that felt too fucking right.
A low groan tore out of me before I could stop it.
“Fuck baby, you feel that?” I rasped, dragging my mouth over hers to claim her again, slower this time but no less intense.
The kiss rebuilt her pleasure quickly, her lips parting for me, her breath catching as I took my time tasting her, pulling her right back under.
My hands slid up her sides and closed around her tits, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp into my mouth. “Fuck, these…” I muttered, breaking the kiss just long enough to look down at her, my thumbs dragging over her swollen nipples. “Perfect. Big and soft. Fuck. Been thinking about getting my hands on these all damn day.”
She arched into me, her body reacting exactly how I wanted, her hips shifting restlessly beneath mine. The movement dragged her center right against my cock, already nestled between her thighs. Her pussy lips spread around my length, the slick heat coating my shaft.
“Yeah.” I rocked into her slowly and deliberately, feeling her wetness spread along me. “Keep doing that, baby. Get me nice and fucking slick so I can slide right in when I take that tight little cherry.”
Her breath hitched, and her body jerked at my words, but she didn’t stop. If anything, she moved more, her thighs clamping around me, and her hips lifting just enough to grind where she needed it most.
I dropped my head, my mouth finding one nipple and sucking it hard into my mouth while my other hand cupped her breast, lifting and pressing them together.
“Hold ’em up so I can suck those pretty nipples,” I ordered roughly, pulling back just enough to look at her. “Yeah, like that. Let me use you.”
Her hands came up instantly, doing exactly what I told her, pressing her tits together so I could drag my mouth between them, licking and sucking over each sensitive peak. I groanedagainst her skin, the taste and feel of her pushing me closer to the edge.
“Such a good girl,” I muttered, my teeth grazing one nipple before my tongue soothed the sting. My fingers pinched the other, twisting just enough to make her cry out, her body writhing beneath me.
But I didn’t let up.
My hands moved everywhere—down her sides, over her stomach, gripping her hips, pulling her closer, then back up to her chest again, never giving her a second to catch her breath. Every reaction she gave me just fed the fire burning through my veins.
“You feel how wet you are?” I murmured against her skin, my voice low and filthy as I dragged my mouth down her body. “All this just from my hands and mouth. Imagine what you’re gonna do when I’m buried deep inside you.”
She whimpered, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her entire body trembled under the weight of what I was promising.
