“You like that?” he growls.
He already knows the answer, of course.
At that moment, I can only moan, pushing my hips back against his cock. He moans himself, and a moment later his lips meet my neck, his hard, muscular frame pressed up against me.
The hot water sprays us as Randy’s strong hands explore, his lips teasing the curve of my neck and nibbling my ear.
“There’s nothing wrong with feeling good,” he purrs into my ear, a hand down my belly. “Especially when you’ve been through what you have.”
“But… I’m a good girl,” I whisper.
I didn’t do stuff like this…
“Good girls can be bad too,” he says, cupping my mound.
His touch is warm, swirling around my tender flesh and dipping between my juicy lips, stroking my clit and leaving me shivering even under the hot water. When his hand presses my back, I bend forward, as far as the stall permits, putting my hand against the wall and closing my eyes.
“Good girls can be bad,” I repeat in a murmur, and with one long stroke, he enters me.
I gasp at the crazy intense sensation, marveling at his size and power.
He pulls back and thrusts into me again. “Mine,” he murmurs. “This pussy is mine.”
I press my hands against the shower wall for balance, needing some way to remain upright through the dirty, possessive words leaving me dizzy.
And I wanted more. More of his naughty talk, more of his big dick.
More of his everything.
He is relentless, pistoning in and out of me, stroking my insides with smooth, deep thrusts and the sound of our wet skin slapping together.
“Yes, please, fuck me more,” I whimper, quivering with anticipation.
His fucking is perfection, like he can read me or something, stroking me at just the right speed to bring me closer to my edge.
His next words seal the deal. “Come for me, show me how you like it,” he demands.
He thrusts hard, and my body clenches, rolling through my pussy and up to my belly before stopping my breath. Everything freezes for a heartbeat, then unlocks in a loose wave, leaving me screaming as I shake the water from my face.
Then, because of course, the water goes cold, shaking me from my fantasy. I guess my fifty dollars a night only bought me so much hot water. I switched the shower off, still breathless from my orgasm. My left hand was planted on the wall, my right foot on the edge of the tub… and the perfect cock that was bringing me off so quickly?
Two greedy fingers in my pussy, my thumb on my clit. I stepped out of the tub before I started shivering, and wrapped myself in a towel.
I looked at the woman in the mirror. While she had my face, my hair, my same everything… I wasn’t sure I knew her anymore.
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