Page 72 of The Pakhan's Secret Baby

I drop to my knees and wrap my hand around his thick girth, sliding him into my mouth until he nearly gags me. The hot water runs over my face as I slide my lips up and down his shaft, sucking gently and stroking as I go. His hips jerk and he braces himself on the wall as his head rolls back.

“Fuck, Emory,” he groans, his hand threading through my wet hair. “Oh God, yeah, suck me." My eyes stay fixed on his face, watching him as he looks down now, eyes hooded with lust. "Your lips look so fucking amazing around my dick."

I moan around him, taking more of his length, my tongue swirling along the underside. He tastes clean from the shower, but the familiar masculine musk still makes my core start to ache and clench. I bob my head, hollowing my cheeks as I work him deeper, and every time he slides into my throat I relax, but end up gagging anyway, squeezing him.

“You look so fucking good on your knees,” he growls, voice rough. “That pretty mouth was made to take me.”

I push forward until he hits the back of my throat again, and he curses under his breath, hips rocking gently. I feel his balls with one hand, measuring how close he is by how far they've drawn up, and realize he's so close he could go any second. So I slide back, teasing just his head with my tongue.

Rashid pulls me up and turns me around, pressing my chest against the cool shower wall. The tile is slick under my palms ashe slides my legs apart and pushes into me from behind in one hard thrust. I gasp and crush my forehead onto the tile as I rock my hips back onto him. From this angle he isn't going very deep, but it feels good against the hot ache in my core.

“Tell me how that feels,” he demands, starting to thrust into me.

“God, so good,” I moan, pushing back against him. My body does feel like it was made for him, and I'm on the edge so fast. Sucking him and watching the pleasure on his face made me want him even more.

Rashid pushes into me faster, one hand sliding around to rub my clit while the other braces beside my head on the wall. The angle makes every thrust hit that perfect spot inside me, and pleasure builds quickly.

“Fuck,” I gasp, pressing my forehead against the cool tile. The heat in the shower makes it almost difficult to breathe as I pant, “Right there… that feels really good.”

“Yeah?” he growls against my ear. “You like it like this?”

I groan, pushing back to meet his thrusts. It’s better than I thought. I can feel every ridge and vein in his dick. “Mmm, yes." My eyes flutter shut as he starts going faster, and I moan softly as the pressure builds. “Oh God... yes..."

He grunts and rubs my clit a little faster. “Come on, let go.”

My legs start shaking as the orgasm rolls through me. I moan, clenching around him as waves of pleasure hit. “Oh God... yes…” I manage in a shaky voice, but I'm not even sure if he hears me. My hands slip a little as my body tenses and releases but he holds me up, thrusting through it, letting me ride it out until I’m panting and fully using him for support.

When he slows, I feel his hands grab me hard at the hips and he backs up, taking me with him. “Bend over more,” he grumbles, pressing one hand on my shoulder blade to force me forward.

I lower my hands farther down the wall, arching my back and pushing my ass toward him. He grips my hips firmly again and slides in deeper. The new angle makes him feel so much bigger, like he's hitting my lungs. I let out a long moan.

“Shit,” he groans, starting to thrust again. “This feels so fucking good.”

“Yes...” I breathe, rocking back against him. “Deeper..."

Rashid starts fucking me harder, hips slapping against my ass with each thrust. He keeps one hand on my hip for leverage while the other occasionally reaches around to touch me again. I'm so hot and my body is so sensitive, when he does touch my clit I could almost come again already.

“Yes,” I tell him. “Oh my God, don't stop."

He goes faster, thrusting with more force. My arms are starting to burn from holding myself up, but it feels too good to stop. I push back against him every time he drives forward, meeting him halfway, and it makes him growl and groan so loud I'm afraid we'll wake the house.

“You feel so good,” he mutters. “Fuck, Emory.”

I squeeze around him on purpose and he swears under his breath. The steady rhythm is pushing me toward another peak even though I just came. My legs are trembling again, but I focus on the feeling of him moving inside me.

“Oh shit,” I whisper. "Oh fuck..."

His breathing is ragged now. I can tell he’s getting close too by the way his thrusts start losing their steady rhythm. He's snapping his hips erratically, which only makes me want it more.

"Fuck... yes," I mumble, feeling the second climax wash over me. I barely stay upright and Rashid's grip is almost crushing as he holds me up, but it's amazing. I twitch and jolt, and in the middle of it somehow I feel the heat of his release as he floods me with his seed.

"God," he growls, slowing his thrusts until my body comes down.

He eventually pulls out and helps me stand, then turns me around to face him. Without a word, he reaches for the soap and starts washing me, his large hands moving gently over my shoulders, down my arms, then across my breasts and stomach. After he washes his cum off of my folds and my thighs, I take the soap from him and return the favor, running my hands over his chest, careful around the cut on his bicep. The touch feels intimate and soothing after the intensity.

As I wash his stomach, I look up at him. This man is a mystery to me, but more human than I ever thought possible. "My father was right, wasn’t he?"

He jolts a little as I stroke his dick, washing it with soapy suds. Then he gives me a half-drugged look and nods. "Yeah."