Page 15 of Thief

She nipped at his tongue. He groaned and plunged all the harder down her throat.

The sound of his zipper was drowned by the cascading water, but Kat knew it was down because she felt the hot, hard length of him releasing from his wet jeans onto her bare stomach.

He pulled back, eyes narrowed, his chest heaving as harshly as hers.

In the bright light of the shower, she could see his cock springing forward. He hadn’t bothered to shove his sopping jeans down, just unleashed his heavily veined flesh from the material. She suddenly hungered for it, desperate to be re-acquainted. Her eyes devoured him. That glorious length of engorged penis had made her feel so exquisite only a few hours ago, now she wanted it all over again. She needed to know how John really wanted to take her.

His big body went rigid over hers, and he palmed her breasts, squeezing and massaging. Not gentle, but hard and urgent, like he was desperate to touch every bit of them at once.

Kat whimpered as electricity fired to her core, the muscles of her vaginal walls were clenching already, searching for something to grab hold of.

He caught her lips again, a hot open-mouth kiss that reduced her knees to jelly and they threatened to fold. It didn’t matter because as she began to slide, he stooped, grazed her nipple with his teeth and looped a forearm behind her left knee. He dragged her leg upwards. Fortunately, she was supple, and a knee higher than her waist wasn’t a problem.

But the upward force continued and his lift pulled her other foot high off the shower floor. He had her suspended on his arm with his pelvis jutting into hers, one leg bent tight up, the other dangling down. She grabbed his shoulders, needing something to hold on to—it was like grasping at a rain soaked paving slab.

“God damn you,” he said as her face drew level with his. “But you asked for this.” His teeth clenched as he squeezed his hand down between their bodies.

Kat braced, felt him position himself so her entrance was kissing his erection. It shouldn’t be so glorious to be roughly taken by a stalking, breaking-and-entering-bully, but it was… She was going to come just with heady anticipation.

“You’re just gonna have to cope on your own this time…” he said as his mouth sucked onto hers.

She formed her fingers into claws and squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for the inevitable.

In one hard plunge, he thrust deeply into her, his aim accurate and the suds from the shower thankfully easing his way. Kat cried out, but he caught the tormented noise in his mouth and only a faded scream echoed around the bathroom. He kept his lips locked on hers, absorbing her subsequent cries.

He’d filled her so suddenly and so acutely. The pleasure was there, but pain was knocking on the door with one foot over the threshold. Her pussy convulsed, complaining at the same time as rejoicing at his invasion. Stars danced before her eyes, and her nails bit into his shoulder blades.

Buried deep within her, he stilled and yanked his mouth from hers. “You gonna keep it quiet?” he asked gruffly.

Kat nodded, her dazed eyes meeting his.

He withdrew a fraction and heaved back in. With a Neanderthal grunt, he began to fuck her with earnest. Kat tried to stifle her moans but had little luck. The sound multiplied and rumbled around the shower like an underground echo.

A strong hand came up to clamp over her mouth “I don’t want…nosy neighbours…turning up,” he said between thrusts.

Kat nodded and gave herself up to his control over everything, including her voice.

He held her, supporting her as he went for long, fast strokes. Her back slammed against the wet tiles with each powerful jerk of his hips. She dragged her hand through his short, sharp hair; she wasn’t gentle.

She could feel the sharp zipper of his jeans on her arse, scratching her delicate skin each time he thrust. Her clit was being battered against his hard body; ground and hammered, it begged for more. Sensations shot through her flesh, and she felt her own hot juices add to the lubrication of the shower water.

His nostrils flared and his mouth twisted into a grimace. “You like this, Pussy Cat? You handling it okay?”

Kat wrapped her hand around his ear and yanked—hard.

He responded with a devastating pound she was sure went beyond her cervix. She bit into his hand, tasted the hot, metallic flavour of blood.

“Bitch,” he said, taking his hand away from her face, but immediately replacing it with hard, angry lips.

Kat thrust her tongue into his mouth this time, slammed her hands to his cheeks and felt the rasp of his stubble beneath her palms. His body jerked upwards, farther and higher. He reached for her other leg, and in one slick movement, wound them both around his waist.

Kat crossed her ankles and linked her fingers behind his neck. He was so deep inside her, each driving penetration pummelling her towards the brink. She wanted to come again. She was going to…any second.

He cupped the globes of her backside and spread her wider to meet his relentless pounds. His fingers tickled across the tight entrance of her anus. She pulled in a sharp breath around his lips and clenched her most intimate hole against his probing.

“You said you could handle it,” he mocked into her mouth.

Before she could respond, he tunnelled one finger into her back hole. She jerked as the hot pinch of pain nearly tipped her over the edge of her waiting orgasm. She felt tender tissue and muscle part as he pushed in deeper and deeper in time with his thrusts. No one had ever touched her there.

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