I press firmly, causing her to stand on her tiptoes as I apply more and more pressure. She moans and gyrates against me, her hand moving up and down my massive dick all the while.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“Oh, fuck,” I snarl, staring down as creamy wetness seeps from her hole, spilling down her thighs in a torrent, the same way the shower water slips over her skin. “That’s it, you’re creaming baby. Fuck, you’re trembling, Callie. You’re shaking.”
Her whole body bucks, reverberations moving up and down her legs, causing her knees to wobble as the orgasm shudders through her. I stare in fascination, feeling her pleasure through the way she squeezes onto my dick, tightening and loosening her hold on me, as though in time with her euphoric pulsations.
Finally, she collapses back against the shower wall.
“Oh my God, Conrad, fuck.”
I grab onto her shoulders ready to spin her around, the savage inside of me roaring out to take her from behind, to watch as her round full ass cheeks bounce against my abs.
“Wait,” she murmurs.
The word slams into me.
“For what?” I growl.
“Do you think we could maybe do it in the bed?” she whispers, as though she’s ashamed of asking when she should never feel like she can’t voice her wishes in any regard. “I don’t want to be a spoilsport, but I’m starting to get a little itchy from all this hot water. I’m sorry. Have I ruined the moment?”
I groan and reach around behind her, bringing my hand down on her ass in a soft kissing spank.
She giggles and flinches. “What was that for?”
“For using the S-word. We talked about that. Now get that fine ass in the bedroom before I lose my damn patience. Now, Callie.”
She jumps from the shower, letting out a trembling breath. I turn the shower off and stalk after her, my throbbing member bobbing up and down, all ten inches of it flooded with tension, rock solid. I can barely stop myself from reaching down and stroking it, the lust is so overwhelming.
But I’m not wasting any damn strokes on my own hand.
Everything I have to give, all the primal fury coursing through me, belongs to her.
She walks naked into the bedroom, strutting ahead of me, her hips shifting from side to side so her full ass cheeks tremble for me.
“Where do you want me?” she moans, standing at the foot of the bed. “And do you think I should dry off first? I don’t want to get your sheets all wet—”
I surge forward and grab onto her shoulders, flip her around and shove her onto the bed on her stomach, not roughly, but not soft either. Hard enough to let her know who the fuck is in charge.
“Get out of your head, angel,” I growl, gripping my cock at the base and smoothing my helm over her ass cheeks.
Chapter Twenty
Callie
His precome slides across my cheeks, leaving a hot trail I can somehow feel even through the layer of warm shower water. It’s like my womb is throbbing inside of me, reacting to the burning precome, telling me this is it, the most important moment of my life.
I whimper and shift against him from side to side, twitching my hips as lust races through me.
Confusing emotions pound inside of me as I look at him over my shoulder, taking in the hulking sight of him. His torso is a map of finely-tuned muscles, every part of him rock solid, his pectorals massive, and his abs a sheet of hardness. His face is twisted in lust, gazing down as he guides his cock over my ass.
“Fuck, you’re too goddamn tempting,” he growls. “You’re too goddamn perfect.”
I whimper, an insistent shiver in the sound.
He smirks, meeting my eyes over my shoulder. “Does that mean you want it, Callie?”
The confused emotions clash inside of me, one part screaming yes as the other yells no, part of me says I’m not ready and the other screams I’ve never been more ready for anything.
“Yes.” I breathe through tight-clamped teeth. “Oh, God, yes, yes. I’m ready. I want it, Conrad. I want it badly.”
“Then stick that perfect virgin ass out,” he growls, bringing his hand down in a soft loving smack on my skin.
I whimper and do as I’m told, hoping I’m doing it right as I arch my back and push my ass out toward him.
If the way he growls and gazes down at me is any indication, I am.
Suddenly the helm of his cock is pushing against my clit, grinding with shivering pressure so I can’t think about anything else, just the fireworks clashing in my belly.
“Ah, ah,” I whimper, when he slides his engorged tip from my clit to my hole, pushing in a little.
He’s huge, bigger than I ever could’ve comprehended before he started pushing inside of me. The walls of my sex clamp tightly as he inches in deeper, deeper, my insides burning as the fear touches me.