The corner of his mouth jerked up and he shoved himself back between my lips. “On your knees at my feet.”
I couldn’t keep down the moan that vibrated around his cock. I hated to admit it because it stung my pride, but I loved it when he degraded me like this. My God, I wanted more. I needed him to break me down, use me like I was nothing, and take his pleasure as he pleased.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he said softly, moving his hips in gentle strokes. “That’s all your pretty mouth is good for, baby girl. Swallowing every bit of my cum.”
My clit throbbed and I shifted, pressing it against my heel. Pleasure blossomed as I sucked his cock, taking as much as I could without gagging again. His fingers clenched and he pulled my head back further, stepping close until he caged me against the shower wall.
“Suck harder, baby,” he said, his deep voice reverberating through the shower.
I obeyed, shoving aside my hesitation. The last shreds of my pride were gone anyway. I dug my fingers into the front of his legs and he swore quietly, his hips moving as he fucked my mouth with slow strokes. I needed to please him, to let go and allow him to use me like I was nothing more than a sex doll. Like I wasn’t good for anything except to get him off.
“Look at me, baby,” he panted. “Show me those pretty eyes.”
I forced my gaze up as he thrust into my mouth. He panted, his lip curled back to reveal his teeth. His blue eyes locked on mine, their piercing depths consuming me more profoundly than his cock in my throat.
There was a buzzing high at the base of my skull and a fluttering heartbeat between my thighs. I had never given myself up to something so completely before. In the back of my mind, I had the niggling thought that I should be ashamed. But as I looked up at him, over six feet of muscle and raw, male presence, I realized he was worthy of my submission. There was nothing humiliating about letting someone like him take control.
I closed my eyes as his cock grew impossibly hard in my mouth. His precum flooded my mouth and he growled, pulling out until his cock brushed my lips.
“Take my cum, baby girl,” he breathed.
I nodded frantically, pushing his hands from my head and grabbing the base of his cock. He eased into my mouth and I drew him in, sucking hard as he fucked me in short strokes. His hips jerked and I heard his palms hit the shower wall above my head as he came hard into my mouth.
He was salty all over my tongue, filling my mouth with hard, hot spurts of pleasure. The rumble of satisfaction from his chest filled the shower as he twitched against the back of my tongue. I choked a little, his cum sliding from the corner of my mouth, but it kept coming. Fuck, there was too much, it was running down my chin.
He pulled from my mouth, his cock still jerking as he released the last few bits of cum onto my breasts. Without missing a beat, he pulled me to my feet and dropped to his knees in front of me. I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself, hot spray dousing my head and back. His tongue delved between my thighs, curling over my clit and sucking it into his mouth with gentle, steady pulses.
I moaned, already so close to orgasm from sucking him off. His talented mouth moved over the sensitive, swollen flesh of my pussy. Licking, sucking, teasing. Eating me with perfectly timed strokes.
Let it go, give it to him. Just fucking give it to him.
My head dropped back and pleasure moved through my body in a wave. My legs shook and gave out, but he dug his hands into my thighs, holding me against the wall. His mouth was relentless, consuming me even as my orgasm ebbed and died out.
“Stop, please,” I gasped, pushing his head back.
He stood and pressed his hard body over mine, his still erect cock digging into my stomach. His mouth moved over my throat, staining me with frantic kisses and bites that left little patches of smarting red. His fingers dug into me, squeezing my breasts until a bolt of pain moved through my body. I whimpered and he let me go, bending to press a kiss to each nipple.
“Did I hurt you?” he murmured.
“No, I’m just sensitive,” I panted.
He shifted his hips, pressing his cock between my thighs. Just feeling his thick head up against my pussy, rubbing against the swollen flesh, was enough to send heat spiraling through my body. My pussy pulsed, slick and desperate to be filled.
“Fuck me,” I begged. “God, I can take it.”
He lifted my leg and touched the tip of his cock to my entrance. “You on birth control, baby?” he asked.
The pit of my stomach sank and I shook my head.
He shifted his hips, caressing my swollen pussy lips with the tip of his cock. “Do you want to get pregnant?”
At first I thought he was joking, but his blue eyes were deadly serious. I paused, trying to think logically even though I desperately wanted him to fuck me. Did I want a baby with this man? Was I ready for it? I knew what the answer was without having to think about it for more than a moment.
“No,” I whispered. “I’m not ready yet.”
His mouth brushed my forehead. “Then I won’t fuck you now.”
My whole body cried out in protest as he extracted himself from me and took a reluctant step back. Trying to hide my disappointment, I turned to the hot spray of water and let it rinse off the evidence of our pleasure. Frustration roiled between my thighs and I forced myself to ignore it.