With one hand on my hip, and the other pressed against the small of my back, he arches my body the way he wants me, so that my pussy is presented to him. My cheek and tits are pressed against the cool tile, and the difference in temperature comparedto the warm water has me trembling as my nipples harden further.
Evan drags his finger through my slit again, spreading my juices around to make sure I’m ready for him. Without warning, he presses two fingers in, and we both cry out. “Fuck, Angel. You’re so tight and wet. Are you ready to take my cock?”
I try to nod my head, but it’s difficult from this position pressed against the wall. I look over my shoulder at Evan, loving the way his dark eyes are filled with lust as he devours me with his gaze.
“I’m ready for you. Please, fuck me, Sir,” I beg, not even thinking as I slip into the submissive role I love so much.
He quickly pulls his fingers out, and before I can protest, he slams his cock inside me. He thrusts in hard, bottoming out straight away. I scream as my pussy stings and burns, trying to accommodate the sudden intrusion.
It’s not often that Evan thrusts into me like this. Normally, he likes to take his time, making sure to go slow, so I can adjust to his size. But occasionally, he enjoys thrusting into me raw and hard, so we both know I’ll be sore for the next couple of days. He likes knowing I will be able to feel him when I move, reminding me of how much my pussy needs him.
As his cock hits me deep, he hisses beside my ear, holding still for a few seconds to give us both time to adjust to the intrusion. His hands grip my hips so tight, holding me still, I’m sure there will be marks to match his fingers later. Not that I care—I like wearing his marks.
“So fucking tight, Angel,” he mutters, gasping to catch his breath.
Using my muscles, I squeeze my pussy walls around his cock, gripping him tighter. “Fuck me,” I beg, as he cries out.
SLAP!
His hand slapping my ass cheek echoes loudly around the shower cubicle, followed quickly by my yelp, that soon turns to a moan as he massages away the sting.
“Looks like someone is being a bad girl this morning. If you keep being naughty, I won’t let you come.”
My eyes widen as I look over at him, before they quickly turn to a glare when I see he’s serious. I know I’ll never be able to sit through a family meeting if he leaves me edging. He has to let me come.
“I’m sorry. I promise, I’ll be a good girl. I can’t sit through a family meeting like this. I’m sorry, Sir.”
He chuckles. “Maybe I should try and make you come during the meeting. See if I can do it without anyone noticing?” he whispers in my ear, and the shiver of excitement that ripples down my spine makes me wetter.
“Oh, you like that idea, don’t you?” He laughs, his cock twitching at my reaction.
Of course I like the idea. It’s dirty and naughty, but there’s absolutely no way I want to do it. I don’t want him to make me come in front of his family. I’d never be able to look at them again. But the thought is hot as hell.
“It sounds hot and sexy, but I’d be too embarrassed. If I’m a good girl, please can I come now instead?” I ask politely, chewing on my bottom lip as I pray to anyone that will listen. I’m so wound up, I have to come or I won’t be able to think straight.
Evan doesn’t answer me. Instead, he slowly pulls his cock out, until just the tip remains, before quickly thrusting back in, hard and deep. As his piercing hits a part deep inside, that makes me see stars, I cry out, desperate for more—which he’s more than happy to oblige.
With his hands firmly on my hips, he rocks against me, thrusting in and out, getting harder and faster each time. With each thrust, he hits me deep, making my eyes roll, as the balls ofhis piercing scrape over my G-spot in the most fucking delicious way.
My legs are shaking, my body trembling as I lean against the wall, completely lost to the fucking amazing sensations that are taking over me. All the while Evan whispers dirty words into my ear. Telling me I’m a good girl, that my tight cunt is gripping his dick like I was made for him, and that I’m so wet it’s driving him crazy—I know the feeling.
My cries of pleasure turn into incoherent begging, as my body creeps closer to my impending orgasm. I can feel Evan’s not much further behind, as his movements start to get more uncoordinated and frantic.
“You like it when my big cock is deep in your tight little cunt?” he asks, his gravelly voice making me clench.
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe out, my eyes rolling again as he thrusts hard.
He lets go of my right hip, and I wait for his fingers to find my clit, to cause me more torture, but they never do. Instead, his hand wraps around my neck, pulling my head, so I’m forced to arch my back more. I keep my eyes locked on his, and his emerald-green gaze darkens dangerously as he watches his fingers wrap around my delicate throat.
He gives me a pointed look, and I don’t need him to use words to know what he’s asking me. But Evan has always been big on consent, especially since being here in the safe house, so he asks me anyway.
“Do you trust me enough to give me the air you breathe, Angel?” he asks, his hard stare assessing me to make sure I give him the correct, truthful answer.
“I trust you.” The words tumble out, but I know in my heart that I mean them. The smile that slips over his face makes my heart ache.
Evan’s cock twitches deep in my pussy, and he wraps his fingers tightly around my neck. At first he just holds his hand there, as he begins speeding up his thrusts, rocking his hips until his cock hits me deep again. But as I start to near the edge, my orgasm building, that’s when he tightens his grip.
He moves his other hand to rest on top of the first, wrapping them around my throat as he continues to thrust into me from behind, hitting my sweet spot each time.