Page 19 of Wear Me Out
She groaned. “I can’t help it.”
“I know, pet. But I love punishing you.” I pressed my fingers harder and faster into her pussy, which warranted me a squeal that echoed off the shower walls.
“And I love your punishments, boss.”
“Beg me again.”
“Please. I need you. If I don’t have you tonight, I don’t know what I’ll do. I need your mouth on me. I need your cock. I need all of you. Please,” she sobbed, tears falling down her cheeks alongside droplets of hot water.
“You’re so pretty when you cry,” I hissed.
Fuck, did I mean it, too.
Breaking down my woman and seeing her weep for me was a sublime feeling. I wanted to lick the tears off her face and choke her with my tongue, but she wanted my tongue somewhere else. Honestly, she’d earned it, and earned it hours ago. Sometimes, I couldn’t help but play with her.
“Please,” she whispered again, eyeliner thoroughly smudged, mascara running down her cheeks.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I rasped before delving my tongue into her slit.
She bucked against my mouth, and I held her tight, one hand on her ass, shoving her against me.
“Yes!” she cried.
I worked my tongue over her clit while fucking her with my fingers. She tasted so damn heavenly. Putting it off all night was torture for her, yes, but it was fucking hell for me. As much as I loved watching a cock slide in and out of her dripping pussy, I wanted it to bemycock bringing her to the brink.
“Your cunt is mine, now,” I growled against her clit, sucking it between my lips and teasing it with my tongue.
Her pussy quivered against my face as she moaned, “Fuck me, Adam. Please. I can’t wait any longer.”
It wasn’t often that she broke and called me by my name. The number of times it’d happened over the years with her, I could probably count on one hand. She wasdesperate.
“Hands against the wall,” I commanded, pulling my fingers from her.
She turned to the wall and slapped her palms against the rough stone, bending over so she was almost parallel with the floor.
Getting to my feet, I stood behind her, notching myself at her entrance. “Your needy pussy is ready for me now, pet?”
“Yes, God, yes. Please,” she mumbled, the words almost lost underneath the steady stream of water still hitting the floor.
I ran my hands up her spine. The droplets of water clinging to her skin ran in streams down the sides of her waist and hips, and I traced their path, wrapping my hands around her body to grab a handful of her tits. “I’ve been waiting all night to finally fuck my good slut. You’ve earned it.”
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He pushedinto me and my eyes rolled so far back in my head, they hit the back of my skull. The hot, slick slide of his cock was everything I’d been waiting for. Everything I was so hungry for. I arched my back, keeping my hands firmly planted on the wall, while he drove his hips forward, plunging his length inside me again and again. His cock alongside the plug in my ass left me so full, I wanted to scream.
A keening moan left my lips and I didn’t bite it back. I’d been physically aching for him for hours and it was all too much while also being everything I needed. The ever-increasing heat of the shower wrapped around me, gently warming my skin. The spray hit the side of my ribs. I dropped my head forward and focused on his thick cock invading me. I shuddered underneath him.
The word was on the tip of my tongue. What I’d been wanting to call him all fucking night. Now that he was inside me, I wanted to scream it and pound my fists on the stone while he filled me with his release.
“Say it. I know you’re dying to. Fucking say it now,” he growled, as if he could read my mind.
“Daddy,” I called out, as natural as breathing the very air that gave me life.
“Fuck me, yes,” he groaned, pistoning into me. “Again.”
My pussy clenched around his cock. “Harder, daddy. I need it so bad,” I begged. “I’ve been burning for you all night.”
