Page 82 of Unravelling The Beast

After clearing some of the distance, I allow my towel to fall from my body, and when I am directly behind him, I hesitantly reach out and carefully lay my palms on his scorching, wet back.

I immediately feel him tense up beneath my touch and I momentarily consider backing away, but I decide against it. I slowly raise them to his shoulders, give them a small squeeze and rub, and then firmly lower them again. I wrap my arms around his waist before dragging my palms over his tight abs and chest while kissing his tattooed skin.

He takes a deep breath before snatching one of my wrists and pulling me around so that I am in front of him.He keeps one of his palms on the tiles while pressing on my chest with the other, forcing me back against the cold wall. He returns his hand beside me, caging me in and we lock gazes until he rests his brow on mine and closes his tired eyes.

After a short moment of silence, I mustered the courage to speak in hushed tones.

"What's wrong, Arlo?"

He remains mute, so I reach up and lay both of my palms on his face, feeling his jaw stiffen beneath them. When he doesn’t react, I slide one hand down the front of his wet body, and his dark eyes snap open when I wrap my palm around his big cock.

He stares at me expressionlessly as I stroke him and bite my lower lip.

"Let me make you feel good for a little while, baby."

When he is hard for me, I lower myself to my knees in front of him and glance up to see that he is staying in the same position as he was before. I bring the tip to my lips before sucking down the entire length of him, inch by inch, until his piercing reaches the back of my throat, and I hear him inhale deeply.

As I begin to deepthroat him, I feel his fingers slide into the back of my hair, softly taking a handful, and I lay my palms on his thighs, but he isn't forceful this time; he simply keeps his hand there while allowing me to pleasure him at my pace.

I can hear him growl above me the more I increase the pace and gag a few times, hoping to make him come without him skull-fucking me for once.

I'm pleased with myself as soon as I feel his dick pulsate on my tongue and his come pours down my throat. He clutches my hair tighter, a snarl escaping him as his thighs spasm beneath my hands, and I continue to fuck my throat with his dick until there's nothing left.

He unexpectedly pulls me to stand up by my hair, and as soon as I am in front of him, he turns me around so I’m facing the tiles.

He wraps his arm around my stomach from behind, speaking close to my ear.

“Your turn. Hands high on the tiles and don’t dare fucking move them.”

When I rest my palms on the tiles in front of me, he holds my hips and lifts them slightly, compelling me to push my ass out farther.

From behind, he moves his hand between my thighs, rubbing the tips of his fingers up and down the slit of my pussy before pressing his two long fingers deep inside of me, causing me to moan from the intrusion.

I notice him reach up and remove the shower head before pressing a button that makes the water spray out narrowly and powerfully.

When he brings it to the front of me and presses it firmly against my clit, my knees buckle under me. The water strongly stimulates my bud of nerves, and as he starts fingering me at the same time from behind. The sensation becomes overwhelming, but it feels so damn good.

He French kisses my neck and shoulder with a growl in his throat while I moan with my eyes closed until he speaks into my ear.

"Fucking kiss me while I pleasure your cunt."

I open my heavy eyelids and turn to face him over my shoulder, where he dips his head and we kiss fiercely. I feel him gently slip a finger into my ass, causing my brows to furrow and I whisper against his lips.

"Oh, fuck."

As he begins to thrust all three into me, he speaks into my open lips with a deep murmur.

"You're gonna come so fucking hard for me, aren't you, my little slut?"

I can't respond because I'm in a fucking haze, and my eyes are rolling as the pleasure that is swelling inside of me intensifies.

My hands clench into fists on the tiles, and my legs begin to shake as I feel my climax approaching. The sensation of having all three of his fingers deep inside of me, as well as the shower head on my clit, causes an orgasm to detonate inside me like an atomic fucking bomb.

I scream out, my body quaking as every nerve ending in my body shatters in bliss. I feel all of my holes pulsing around him while I try my hardest to stay upright on weak legs.

He kisses my neck gently before speaking against it.

"That’s my good fucking girl."

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