Her eyes widen with what looks like tears, but I brush my thumbs over both of them. “Please don’t do that. Your tears will be the death of me.”
She clears her throat. “I’ve just never been told that before. I’m so used to having to keep my stuff inside me. My feelings. My thoughts. Everything,” she whispers.
I hug her to me and wrap my arms around her. “No more, princess. No more.” After a moment in each other's arms, I turn her so that she is under the water and lather her hair. I take my time washing and rinsing it and then doing the same to her body. Making sure to spend extra time with each breast and between her legs. So much so that by the time I am done, she is clawing at my skin.
Once I release her, she turns and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down to meet her lips. Then she kisses me down my chest and presses me against the wall, leaving me little room to argue before she is on her knees in front of me and clasping my dick in her hands.
I clear my throat and watch as she tilts my cock to the side to read what is written on the shaft. I smirk down at her when her eyes travel up my body. “Well, are you going to do what it says?”
She leans forward and runs her tongue along the head, before trailing her tongue across the tattoo that says ‘beg for it,’ and I nearly bust right there. “Can I please suck your cock, Daddy?”she moans, making fun of me. She thinks she is being cute, but I will watch as she begs me to take it from her throat.
I snatch her head back by her hair and trail my thumb along her lips. “You’re going to be begging better than that soon, sweetheart. Now be a good girl and take me all the way to the base.”
Her eyes widen, but she licks her lips and pulls me into her mouth. To my surprise, she takes me until the head of my dick hits the back of her throat, and she doesn’t even gag. I look down at her to make sure she is okay, but she looks like she is thoroughly enjoying this.
I pump faster in and out of her mouth, and she takes each thrust in stride. Her tongue glides along the bottom of my shaft, and it makes my knees shake. “You take me so fucking well, princess. It’s like my cock was made for you.”
She looks up at me with tear-filled eyes, and it makes me want to pound even harder into her throat. I see her playing with herself between her legs, so I decide to push my luck a little further. I love breath play. I wonder if she does too.
“I want you to trust me; can you do that?” I push her hair from her face so I can see her eyes.
She nods.
“Good girl.”
I pinch her nose shut and push to the back of her throat, cutting off all of her oxygen. After only a few moments, I pull back and let go, allowing her to grab another breath before repeating the process.
I do this over and over again until I see her getting closer and closer to the orgasm she is chasing. When I see her body start to tense up while she is catching her breath, I slam myself down her throat and close her nose so she can’t breathe through the pleasure.
She is forced to ride out the waves of ecstasy with my cock down her throat, and when the last wave crashes, I pull out and let her go. She gasps in air into her lungs with each heavy breath, and I motion for her to stand.
She does so with her eyes trained to the ground, and I lift her chin. “I’m so proud of you. How was your orgasm?”
“It was amazing.”
I nod and kiss her head. “Good, now for mine.” I lean down, wrap my arms around her waist, and press her up against the wall. She wraps her legs around me and helps me hold her up.
Chapter 44
Blake
I have never been held up against a wall and fucked like this before. Craig always told me I was too fat for this position. But the way Hunter holds me up without any hesitation and pounds into me has me feeling something I’ve never felt before.
His pubic hair hits me right on the clit with each thrust of his hips and soon, my climax is rising once more. It doesn’t take long before the pleasure is too much, and I rake my nails down his back for stability. He kisses me deeply while I ride out my pleasure, and then I am like putty in his arms as he relentlessly pounds in and out of me, chasing his own release.
After a moment, he stills inside of me and grunts my name as he spills himself. Hunter leans his head against mine and lets out a deep breath. “I’ll never get enough of you.” He kisses my forehead.
Once we are all cleaned off in the shower, Hunter helps me out of the tub and hands me a towel from the rack. He doesn’t grab himself one before beginning to dry me off in each nook and cranny of my body.
I chuckle at how we must look. The water gliding down his skin in perfect little droplets, me covered in a soggy towel.
“What is so funny?” he grumbles.
I smile. “I was just imagining how we must look right now.”
He pulls me against him and leans down to kiss me. “I think we look just fine.”
I roll my eyes and try to walk toward the bedroom, but he snatches me back against him. “I didn’t tell you that you could leave, woman.”
