Page 148 of Plaything

Cascades of whimpering moans tumbled from my lips. I nodded eagerly. I glanced down. “I know you wake up with one of... those,” I stumbled to explain. “I figured I’d g-give you a proper send-off before work. Or maybe I’m just a slave to my own urges—”

“You will be.” His words were a promise, and the growing smirk on his lips made me tremble. “That’s just how we want you. Behind that beauty and innocence, your thoughts will be of this,” he thrust into me harshly, and I cried out in pleasure, probably waking the rest of the house. “Dependent and aching for us to touch and fuck you as we please. Wet and ready for us whenever and wherever we want.”

His words should have intimidated me, but another wave of liquid spilled onto his dick. My pussy squeezed around him as I felt my orgasm build with each thrust. “Deeper,” I moaned, feeling him holding back, probably mindful that I was still sore from Sunday.

His mouth turned into a corrupt smile as if I’d provoked him. Once again, Hyde was out to play, like a flip was switched. It seemed I was getting the best of both of him this morning.

His hands traveled from my hips up my arms, where he made me let go of him. My legs tightened around him. He turned our bodies, placing my hands high in the air behind me until I felt a ledge. The sill where the thick tile met the wall was rough, but I held onto it. My torso stretched when he stepped back, placing his hands on my hips again. “Don’t let go,” he growled.

He was putting a lot of faith in my noodle arms to support my upper body.

The hot water fell on my stomach, and I looked through it where I could see everything, including the bulge in my belly where his monster buried itself. I gawked at the inches that weren’t inside me and instantly regretted my demand.

The entirety of my hips and some of my ass were in his massive hands as he jerked me down on him. My eyes welled as I cried out. His movements didn’t falter as he wrecked my insides, thrusting into me deep and hard. “It’s too much,” I whimpered, clenching my hands around the rough edge of the tile.

“Shut up and take it,” he seethed. His lustful gaze was locked on my body as groans rumbled in his throat. His grip would leave bruises on my ass—I was sure of it.

My bottom lip caught between my teeth as I fought an orgasm, knowing it would overtake and shatter me. Maybe dreamy wasn’t the right word to describe him, but I was enthralled by him. The water glistened off his abs and biceps, making his tanned skin glow in the dull light and steam. He was the picture of sex, beauty, and dominance.

My hands twitched, and I suddenly had the feeling he’d planned this position to torture me. I wanted to run my hands through his wet hair, feel every muscle in his chest and shoulders... God... his cock was buried inside me, and I still craved more.

A rough hand ran up my soft flesh, cupping my breast before it gripped my cheeks, drawing my attention away from his body and to his face. My lip was pulled from my teeth and replaced by his thumb. Wyatt gently teased my mouth with it, pressing down and stroking my tongue. “You look so pretty like this,” he mumbled. “I can feel you squeezing around my cock, Baby. I know you’re trying so hard to hold it for me, aren’t you?” He smirked.

Legs and arms shaking, I frantically nodded. “Please!” I cried as more tears spilled. “I-I can’t hold it,” I warned.

His thrusts got faster, and my head spun. All my focus went into not cummimg. He was literally exercising it out of me like it was a demon, and I was possessed.

My mind went blank as the haze finally took over, and I lost all control. “Fuck Daddy, I’m cummimg!” I shrieked. My legs tightened around his body so fiercely I was surprised he didn’t groan in pain.

His dick twitched before his thrusts got sloppy, and his moans and mine echoed off each other. He jerked my body away and caught me as my arms fell. He kept thrusting up into me, pouring wave after wave of cum into me. “Fuck, I don’t think I can stop,” he whimpered, almost as if he was in pain.

With a thick fog around my brain, I was very confused and didn’t think much of his words. Until he slammed my back against the tile shower and continued fucking me thoughtless. “Oh fuck Baby, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whimpered again, on the verge of overstimulation.

My eyes widened, and my lips parted. My orgasm had barely finished, and now, another was quickly approaching. “Again?!” I all but screamed.

His jaw was clenched, his expression full of pleasure and pain? “I’m still—shit Baby, you’re making me cum so hard,” he said through his teeth.

It was then that I noticed how wet I felt between my thighs, and not from the water... or my own cum. My eyes widened. “Oh my God, is this normal?” I panicked, seeing a train of milky cum spilling from me down the drain. It had been almost a minute until he finished, and he wasn’t finished.

Cum was fountaining out of him, and I was oddly flattered—although I felt bad that it pained him.

The sheer amount of cum that was in me lit me on fire. I was so full of his seed that it was gushing from me with each of his thrusts.

“No!” He answered through strained pants. His eyes were squeezed shut, trying to force himself to stop.

His thrusts were careless and sloppy, my ass clapped against the tile with each movement. He was jerking into me with impulse, and his involuntary movements were a slave to his body. It was animalistic and beyond sexy. Just when he finally began to breathe normally again, I came for the second time.

Exhausted and shaking, my limbs went limp. My legs detangled themselves from around him, but he didn’t let me stumble. “Woah,” I panted along with him.

That was one hell of a ‘good morning’ wake-up call.

Wyatt’s eyes met mine as he composed himself. “Fuck,” he breathed. “I’m sorry Baby, I don’t know where that came from,” he kissed my forehead. “You alright?”

That was the understatement of the year. Another orgasm definitely wasn’t expected, but I’d never complain about that. “Are you?” I giggled.

His eyebrows raised in amusement before he laughed. He glanced between us, where he was still buried inside me. “I’m in a steamy shower with the world’s most beautiful woman. You’re naked and happy, and my balls have never been emptier. Yes, Odette, I’m more than alright,” he teased.

I couldn’t argue with that. The temperature of the room and two orgasms already reddened my skin, but if it wasn’t already hot, he would have noticed a blush. “Are you running late now?” I questioned, shifting when he pulled himself out of me. I tensed as the strange sensation of load after load of his cum spilled from me.

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