Page 30 of Under His Control

“This is the last time.”

He notched his cockhead at my entrance, teasing me.

“Last time,” I agreed, nodding. “One more time.”

His fingers curved over my ass cheeks as he slowly fed his cock into my pussy. Slower than he had in the closet, he savored the sinking thrust.

“It’s just sex,” he growled near my ear as he hesitated, halfway in.

I kicked my heel into his ass and tugged him to keep going. I’d cry if he tormented me any longer. I was hit with too many intense sensations to last long. My nipples ached from the abrasion of his hard chest rubbing against my breasts, shoving them higher. My clit throbbed, needing more friction. I was stretched, so full but not enough. I needed all of him, as deep as he could go.

“Just sex. It doesn’t mean anything,” I replied, lost to desire.

“Yeah. Nothing. This means nothing, Eva.” He groaned, pushing further into me as the water slicked down our bodies.

“Nothing. Means. Nothing at all,” I mumbled back. “I don’t even like you.”

He grunted, pulling back out and sliding all the way in again. “But I fucking can’t get enough of you wrapped around my dick like this. Squeeze me, Eva. Suck me in and squeeze me.”

I clung to him as he pounded into me faster. His hands remained on my ass. I tightened my legs around his hips. With the leverage of his chest pushing me against the shower stall, he had enough momentum to build and use on me.

“Oh, yeah. Like this. Just like this,” I begged.

As long as he could fill me so deliciously like this, like a wild animal, grunting and rutting into me with such speed and force, nothing else could matter.

“Yeah. You like bouncing on my cock?” He kissed me, stealing my chance to respond.

I moaned into his mouth as he leaned back. Keeping my upper back on the wall, he canted back so he could stare at my tits jiggling and bouncing with the ferocity of his thrusts.

“You want this?”

I gasped, watching him watch me as he fucked me hard. “Ineedthis. I need you. Just like this.”

He scowled, his expression turning hotter and smoldering as he watched me move my hands to my breasts. My fingers slid over my wet flesh easily. As I cupped my breasts and lifted them in offering to him, he growled and pulled out of me.

“Fuck yeah, Eva. Fuck yeah.” He kissed my breasts, sucking all the water off them and tormenting the throbbing need he’d abandoned in my pussy.

Before I could gather my wits to protest, he slid me back down the wall. All the way until I was seated on his dick again. “Fuck!” I cried out at the hard stretch, relishing the twist of pain and pleasure.

I tugged on my nipples, harder and faster. Between playing with them and taking every hard inch of him, I shattered quickly. My orgasm plowed through me, lighting me up from head to toe. It crushed me, broke me. In the most glorious ride on his dick, I felt the burn of pleasure everywhere. In my breasts that wereso heavy with an achy need. Along my legs as they quivered and shook.

Then in the deep pulse of his dick jerking inside me. He growled, leaning close and trapping my hands between us. His lips found mine, and while he kissed me, I swallowed down every bit of his groan as he came hard.

We stayed plastered together, dragging out the pleasure of him fitting me so fully. Kissing and holding each other, we slowed the intensity and gradually caught our breath. His lips brushed my cheek, and I caressed his back in lazy strokes.

After the hot fury of how we’d come together, I clung to him with a gentler hold. And he didn’t seem to be in any rush to release me. His thick, hard arms stayed wrapped around me, and he didn’t make a move to let me go.

Even though we agreed this was the last time. That it was just sex. He only protected me because… that was who he was. Not because he cared so deeply for me.

Our attraction burned on anger and irritation, but for a quick moment, when he’d sheltered me, I got it in my head that fondness might play a factor in there.

Just sex. And that was the last time.

Maybe if I repeated it, I’d remember it long enough for it to stick.

I lowered my legs, and as I moved, he got the hint that I wanted to get down.

“Running away again?” he teased.

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