He grunts, the sound like music to my ears.
“My cunt is so full of cum, we need to remove that nice and slow.”
“Just shut up. Why does everything need a commentary, asshole?”
“Because it makes you shudder beneath me.” I nibble on his ear and slide my cock up and down his ass cheek as I curl my fingers inside. “It turns your face red and I love that color on you.”
“You damn—” His words end with a moan when I scrape his sweet little spot with my fingers. “What are you doing…fuck…”
“Removing the cum.”
“You’re not…stop messing with me, Kayde.”
“I can’t.”
And I mean that shit. I’m physically unable to stay the fuck away from him. I see him and I’m bursting with the need to fuck and hurt and claim and bite and mark him everywhere.
Is it an obsession?
A damnation?
A fucking curse?
I bite his lower lip hard and he groans, then pulls away and drops his forehead on the glass, both his hands holding on to the surface, curling with every thrust.
“Does it feel good?” I ask, thrusting my tongue in his ear.
He shudders beneath me, the water sliding down his hair, his neck and back, and I bite his nape. Like a goddamn animal marking his territory.
“Yeah…” He sucks in a harsh breath, his voice wavering. “That feels good…”
“How good?”
“Good…”
“Better than when you fuck?”
He tenses, his fingers curling against the glass.
“Answer me.” I stop, pulling out slightly, caging him until he’s shivering.
“Maybe…”
“Maybe isn’t an answer. Tell me how you truly feel.”
“It’s better,” he whimpers, grinding against my fingers.
“So much better?”
“Mmm.” He grunts, his cock so hard now. “I want to come…”
“Already?” I chuckle against his earlobe. “But I’m only helping you, baby.”
He whips his head in my direction and grabs me by the throat, his fingers tightening. “Just…”
“Just?”
Red creeps up his cheeks and my cock throbs, lighting the fuck up at his aggression, and I’m sure he feels it against his ass. Maybe that’s why he swallows, his Adam’s apple working up and down as droplets of water cascade down his lashes.