Page 8 of Depraved Royals

I find a bottle of shower gel hanging on a hook and squeeze a generous amount into my palm. It smells of spearmint and citrus and foams up beautifully as I rub it into my skin. I slide the suds over my breasts and stomach, rinsing away the thin film of sweat that was clinging to me.

Then I feel him, his hand insistent between my shoulder blades. His lips graze my ear.

“Hands on the wall.”

My pussy ought to be satiated, but it pulsates enthusiastically. What the hell is wrong with me?

The tile is smooth and cool beneath my palms. Kal places his foot between mine and bumps my ankles.

“Wider.”

I see a faint cast of his reflection in the shiny surface of the wall. His hands are around my waist now, pulling me back. I shuffle back until my ass is stuck way out.

Kal’s cock is hot as he rests it in the valley between my ass cheeks. He slips his length back and forth, releasing my waist so he can run his hands over my back, rinsing the soap away.

The warm water and his touch combined are priming my nerve endings, making me shake. So much sensation. It’s almost too much to bear. He grasps his cock, pressing it against my pussy.

“You didn’t wash here yet. You’re still full of my come. I can feel it.”

Ifeel like a complete whore, but my body is going crazy.

Five minutes ago, I couldn’t imagine being horny so soon, but his touch and his filthy mouth are doing things to me.

He nudges his cock between my pussy lips and inside me, all the way to the hilt. My tits are still covered in suds, and he reaches around to grab them in his hands, my nipples hard against his palms.

He strokes in and out, long and slow.

It’s not enough. I need more.

“Faster,” I say. “Give it to me.”

Kal lets go of my tits, and I give a yelp of shock as he grabs a handful of my hair, pulling me upright. One solid thrust propels me forward, and I catch myself on my hands before I bump my head on the wall.

I turn my head to one side, the tile cold beneath my cheek as he holds me in place, pinned to the wall. His other hand holds my hip, molding my body to his.

“You giving orders now?” he says. “You’d better be able to take what I’ve got for you.”

Kal is a talker. His words are falling out of his mouth, assaulting my ears as he rails me.

Dirty little slut. Cock-hungry. Your pussy is mine. No one will ever make you feel as good as I do.

My tits bounce and slide with each thrust, and it’s an effort to brace my legs and cope with the onslaught. But his cock is hitting all my hot spots, and I squeeze his shaft as he moves, making him groan.

“Your pussy is so tight. I’m gonna come in you again.”

He puts his hands on each of my shoulders and pushes me even harder into the wall, giving him room to penetrate me even deeper.

My core heats up rapidly as my climax wracks my body. I shudder, my legs finally buckling, but Kal holds me upright by the waist. He’s moving me along his cock, his thigh muscles tensing as he comes. My pussy clamps down onto him, feeling him pulsating as he empties into me.

It feels like hours later when Kal turns off the shower. He wraps me in a towel as thick as a rug, dropping a kiss on my forehead.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. Then he’s gone.

I rummage in the suitcase and find a t-shirt and leggings. By the time I dress and return to the bedroom, Kal is asleep. The balcony door is ajar, and the cool breeze is refreshing.

I curl up beside him, listening to the sounds of the city.

* * *

---