She continued to pump for a little while longer, then paused for a second and glanced at me again.
Our eyes met.
Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were parted and a little swollen from all the kissing. She looked so innocent and so beautiful on her knees in front of me.
And then she took me into her mouth.
My entire body went into shock.
The heat and the pressure were too much. I lost my footing for a second and had to rest my hand on her wet hair not to faceplant.
She wasn't gentle. She sucked me hard, like she wanted to choke on it, like she needed to prove she could handle all of me. I let her do what she wanted, let her set the pace first, let her coat my dick with her saliva.
But she was too good, too damn skilled at this that I couldn't take it much longer. My hips jerked forward without meaning to. I adjusted my grip on her head, directing her, showing her the right angle.
She hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head, tongue swirling under the head, the way that made me see stars.
I stared down at her, watched the way her lashes stuck together in the steam, the way her lips stretched.
"God, you're good at that," I muttered.
She just moaned around my cock and kept going, deeper, faster. I felt my balls pull tight, the familiar tension building.
And then she opened up more and took me all the way to the back of her throat.
I groaned. My legs shook. I wanted to unload into her mouth right there and then. Wanted to make sure she swallowed it all, every last drop. But we'd have time to do this and other filthy things I had on my mind. Later. Today, I needed something else more.
"Stop," I grunted. "I'll come if you keep?—"
She let me pop out of her mouth, then smiled, lips shiny and pink. "Isn't that the point?"
I hauled her up by the arms and pinned her to the wall again. "Not yet."
She shivered from anticipation. "You really are determined to make it last until sunrise, aren't you?"
"I keep my promises."
I spun her around, pushed her chest to the wet glass, and bent her at the waist. She arched her back, sticking her ass out for me. I dragged a hand down her spine, watching her shudder, then grabbed her hips and pulled her back so her primed pussy was perfectly lined up with my cock.
I ran the head between her folds, teasing, soaking up how wet she was. She was still dripping from before.
"I won't be gentle this time," I warned.
She nodded, one cheek pressed to the glass.
I shoved inside, hard and deep, burying myself in one stroke. She moaned, hands scrabbling at the shower door for leverage.
"Oh my God," she panted. "Oh, fuck me?—"
I did. I slammed into her, over and over, the sound of skin on skin echoing off the tile. She tightened around me with every thrust, and it took every ounce of self-control not to shoot my load right away.
My hands roamed her body—her hips, her ass, up to her tits. I grabbed both and squeezed, then pinched her nipples to hear her gasp.
"Harder," she begged. "Harder."
I gave her what she wanted. The world shrank to the feeling of her around me, the heat of the water, the animal sounds coming out of both of us.
I leaned over her, mouth to her ear. "You like this, you like it when I ruin your tight little cunt, don't you?"
