“Hold still, baby. You had fun but now let me do my job and fuck you properly, okay?”
She barely had time to blink before I started thrusting up, hard and fast, driving into her from below. Every stroke sent ripples through the water. Waves rolled up and splashed over the edge, soaking the floor. But none of that mattered. All I cared about was breaking her open, making her feel every raw inch, giving her exactly what she needed. My hands clamped down on her waist to hold her steady as I fucked her.
“Knox... Fuck...” Her voice was wrecked, the sound of it pushing me even deeper.
“Nah... baby. Call me that other name,” I demanded, needing to hear my own name on her lips.
I wanted her to know exactly who she belonged to in that moment.
She met my eyes, lips parted, breath catching. “Konflict...” she moaned, the word trembling on her tongue.
The sound of it ripped straight through me, making my heart stutter and my blood rush. I wanted to hear it again and again, wanted her to choke on it, scream it, let it echo off the damn tiles.
“He must be special for you to say his name when I’m fucking you like this,” I growled, voice rough as I drove even deeper, grinding her down on my dick, needing her to feel every inch.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in my throat. Her moans poured into my skin, so desperate and broken.
“No... I hate him. I hate him so much I want to say his name when another man is fucking me.”
Her confession burned in my ear. Her voice was thick with pain and spite, her words landing like a punch to the gut. Of course she hated me. After everything I’d done, how could she not? But hearing it like that still twisted something inside me. I locked the ache away, pushed it somewhere dark, and focused on her instead, on the way she trembled in my hands.
“I want to see this pussy squirt for me again,” I demanded.
Then I hauled her up out of the water, carrying her through the steam, and setting her down on the porcelain sink. I got between her thighs and slid my fingers into her pussy while my thumb massaged her clit and I kissed her. It was hard and wild; my attempt to erase the hate she had toward me, the hate I’d planted in her with my own stupid behavior.
Her pussy clenched around me, still hungry for more. When she started trembling, I pulled my fingers out, grabbed her ass, and pressed my dick to her entrance.
“I’m not done hitting this pussy, baby. You’re gonna take me all night.”
I growled the words into her mouth, then slammed into her, one hard stroke, deep as I could go.
“Oh fuckkkkkk,” she screamed.
No more gentle shit. Ifucked and fuckedand fucked her hard, so hard her eyes glazed over. My dick pounded in and out and I watched it slick with her juices every time I pulled back. A foamy white ring was building up around my shaft, and it was turning me on more than I already was. I kept going, faster, deeper, battering her pussy the way she needed.
“You like it, sweet?”
“Yes... fuck... yes...”
“Say that name again. Call that man you fucking hate while I’m breaking you open.” I pushed in deeper, my hand rubbing her clit, making her shake.
“Konflict... fuck me... Konflict...”
Hearing my name in her mouth like that, screamed, broken, desperate, made me want to die in her. I pulled her off the sink and fucked her in the air, her legs wrapped around my hips, my hands under her ass.
Her head fell back, her screams echoing in the bathroom.
“Fucking hell... Oh my God. Baby.”
“Take every inch of this dick, baby. No man will ever get inside you but me. You hear me? This shit is mine.”
“Fuck...”
“Say it’s mine.” I pressed her harder.
“It’s yours... Baby... This pussy is yours.”
A possessive rush exploded in my chest. I couldn’t wait for the bedroom, couldn’t do anything but claim her right there. I dropped to the floor, dragging her down with me, pushing her on the tile. I got between her thighs, my body pressed to hers, her skin still wet and slick. I spread her legs wide, driving my dick deep inside her.
