Page 45 of Crazy In Love
I whip the door open and skid to a stop, my pulse skittering at a dizzying gallop, but my cock sings in response to what I see. It throbs and tries to break through my zipper.
“You brought your toys to Plainview?” I toss the bag of contraband to the sink and walk straight into the shower. I don’t fucking care that my shoes get wet. Or my jeans. Or my soul, really. Because she prepared for me, pressing her chest and cheek to the shower wall, the detached shower head between her legs, and a big fat plug nestled neatly in her ass. “You’re a thirsty, thirsty girl, aren’t you?”
I lower to my knees and cop a face full of shower water. But I don’t give a single shit because her ass throbs, and her plug is big enough to almost compete with me.
Not really.
But it’s a start.
“You’re the most delicious slut I’ve ever met.” I bury my face between her legs and slide my tongue along her slit. “Jesus, Fox. You want me to destroy your pretty little cunt, don’t you?”
“I’m waiting for you.” She pushes back and sits on my face. “I’m so desperate for you, Chris. So needy.”
“I got what we needed.” Pulling back, I slowly drag the plug from her ass, breathless at the sight of her body clinging to it. Her asshole, begging to keep it in. And then her knees, knocking when I take it away.
I consider myself a forward-thinking man, so I pump a little soap onto the plug and give it a wash. Rinsing the bubbles away. The bacteria. The danger. Then I press it into her pussy and elicit an electric cry of surprise.
She scrambles forward, crashing against the wall.
“I’m gonna fill you right up, beautiful. Split you in half and have you thank me for it.” I back up out of the shower, unsnapping my jeans andshoving them down. Denim sticks to my legs, and I damn near break my bones when I toe my boots off.
But there’s nothing more painful thannotbeing inside her. So I kick my boots away and toss my pants and boxers, and tearing the paper bag open, I grab the box of condoms and the bottle of lube and take them back to the shower with me.
I slap her ass, right where my handprint already marks her skin, and tug the glass door closed behind me. Fuck knows, the rest of the bathroom is already wet and messy, and closing the door makes less room for me to stretch out. But my brain isn’t quite where it needs to be. Not when all my blood is in my cock. “It’s probably gonna hurt, babe.” I reach around her and turn the shower off—because I’m an asshole, possibly. Or because I don’t want it to wash away the lube—and ripping the condom packaging open, I take one out, tear the foil and glide the rubber over my cock. Then I grab her hands and place them on the handy-dandy handrails an old lady had installed at some point in the last two decades. “Hold on to these. Don’t let go.”
“Faster.” She grinds backward. Searching. Needy. “Please.”
“Keep begging.” I flick the lid off the lube and squirt a liberal amount onto her ass, and because I fucking want to, I slam my finger inside and growl when she bucks with pleasure. “Cry for me, Fox. Tell me how much I’m hurting you. Tell me how cruel I am.” I fist my cock and squeeze until the lights in the backs of my eyes darken, and my balls prepare to empty.
But no chance. No fucking way are we ready for that.
I slide the tip of my cock over her asshole instead, collecting lube and teasing her with what’s coming. “You’ll be my greatest conquest.” I grab her pussy plug and slam it forward.
“God.” She screams, crashing her forehead to the tile wall. “Fuck, Chris.”
“You don’t get to tell me to stop.” I nudge inside her, before pulling back, squeezing more lube onto my cock, and reclaiming what I took. “You’re extra tight because of the plug.”
“Too tight.” Panting, she rolls her forehead on the wall. “Too much.”
“Too bad for you, you don’t get to decide.” I re-situate her weakening hands on the rails. “Grab on. I don’t wanna toss you around and break a bone.”
“Chris—”
“Swallow me down, beautiful.” I steal more of her ass and fight the urge to blow already. “Take my cock. Then I’ll take your cunt. I’m gonna have your mouth, too, and you’ll know no one will ever compare again.”
“Oh, God?—”
“Not God. Chris. You’ll pray in the kingdom of Christian Watkins from now on. And every time you open that smart mouth to fuck with me, know that I’ll fill it again and make you eat my seed.” I can’t go slow. Fuck, I can’t pace myself, so I push in a little more and fight with the solid plug taking up so much space. Hard rubber isn’t like a cock. It’s not as malleable, which means she crushes me half to death and whimpers at the tight fit. “You did good prepping for me.”
“It’s too much,” she moans. “It hurts.”
“You’ve wanted me for so long. Arguing with me was your foreplay.”
“Chris! It hurts.”
“Good.” I slam forward and seat myself all the way to the base, and when she screams, I grab her neck and twist until her spine crackles and the tears in her eyes turn me on.
Finally, I take her lips with mine and suck her all the way into my soul.
