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He’s right. I do know them. Heat rushes to my cheeks.
“Fuck me, Sunny, please. I want to feel your thick and long cock so deep inside me, I can’t think about anything else.”
His forehead drops to the back of my head. I feel the deep breath he exhales at my words, so I continue.
“I need you to make everything else disappear for a while. I need there to be nothing in my head, except you. Force yourself into me. Don’t take your time, trying not to hurt me. Everyone else has hurt me today, but you’re the only one I want to do it.”
My voice breaks, but Sunny doesn’t rescue me.
He takes a small step back, and I hear the rip of a condom packet I didn’t know he’d brought with him.
“I’m taking you at your word that this is what you really want. But if you change your mind, you tell me. Use the word Everglades.”
I press my palms flat to the tile. Press my cheek against it, too, so I can see him over my shoulder, the look of intent concentration on his face as he runs his tongue over that split lip with a hunger that fuels my own.
He lines up his cock between my legs. I strain on my toes to help him find my opening. “Take it from me, Della,” he says.
“Take what?”
“This.” And with one forceful thrust, he manages to sink half his length into me.
It burns a little, even though I’m wet for him and we’re in the shower. I cry out, a sharp crack off the tile. I’ve barely found my breath again before he withdraws and roughly slams into me a second time.
I scramble for purchase and find nothing.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hand closing over mine against the tile. “The only thing I want you to do is figure out how to get off like this. My cock is the only thing I’m gonna help with. You need your fingers, use ‘em. Think about what we must look like, me crowding you like I am. You unable to move, to get in a position that might help you get off. That’s your only challenge, Della. To get yourself off before I come. And it’s not gonna take long.”
I screw my eyes shut. In my head, I think about what he’s doing to me, as my body slams harder against the wall, as my nipples brush against the tile.
It’s almost as though I could get off just thinking about it, and yet…
“Sunny,” I gasp. “Please.”
He shakes his head, his nose pressed to my neck. “You gotta help yourself. You want your orgasm, you’re gonna have to take it from me. Get greedy.”
He withdraws and pumps into me. Getting faster and faster.
“Ah, fuck, Indy,” he says, sliding out of character, for a second.
But did he mean what he said? Take it. It’s mine. Whatever I need.
I reach for his hand and drag it between my legs. I press his fingers to my clit and move my hips, rocking against his hand while he fucks me.
“Ah. Fuck,” he grunts. “Just like that. Work me, Della.”
There is no need to ask for permission. I lose myself in what feels good. I press so hard against his fingers, I’m worried I’m going to break them.
“Press my face to the tile,” I gasp, knowing I’m crossing a line into something that, again, veers into something…illicit. Something rougher. Something I’ve been led to believe good girls shouldn’t want. Something I could only ever trust Sunny to give me.
Sunny doesn’t hesitate. He places his palm on my cheek, his fingers on the base of my skull. I can barely breathe. Barely speak.
The world goes a little tilted.
“Fucking hot, taking you like this. Making you take my cock. Holding you so you can’t move,” Sunny whispers in my ear. “Want to sink my cum into you, watch it drip out of you. Make it happen, Della. Milk me dry.”
I love it when he talks as if there was no protection between us. I can see it, can imagine it. His cum leaking from my lips.
I try to cry out when the sparkle of my orgasm takes a second to slip over the edge. And then, the muscles in my body tighten. My vision goes a little blurry as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced rushes through me.
