Just when I think I’ll come because of it alone, he thrusts his cock inside. My palms slam against the glass door for balance. Only the crown is in, but it’s so tight that it burns and hurts.
Despite the chase, arousal, and the spit just now, I don’t think I can do this.
He slaps my arse cheek, and I gasp, so he does it again.
And again.
“You can take me.” He adds another inch, more easily this time. “Don’t push me out. Swallow my cock like you’re asking for it.”
Another inch. Another agonizing moan coated by a ripple of painful pleasure.
His hand wraps around my hair, holding it in a ponytail, and he pulls my head up, making me stare at us in the mirror.
I don’t recognize myself.
Tears stream down my cheeks, sweat coats my neck and breasts, and an angry hickey from earlier decorates my collarbone.
My body is flushed, my hands are quivering, but my hard nipples are stabbing the glass, and my arousal is dirtying it all up as my hips rock back and forth the more he thrusts his length inside me.
Jeremy’s face is tight with both pleasure and his beastly need. I’m looking at the beast of a man who’s claiming the last bit of me right now.
Once he’s fully sheathed inside me, he doesn’t give me time to adjust, doesn’t take it easy on me, and he certainly isn’t gentle.
His speed picks up and he fucks me like my custom-made animal. Roughly, violently, like we both want it.
He fucks me like he hates me, wants me, and is obsessed with me. He fucks me with long, harsh strokes, so deep and firm that I bump against the glass with each one.
His eyes never leave mine through the mirror, maintaining a connection so primal and raw that it eviscerates me.
The look in his eyes burns me alive more than his unforgiving touch.
When I attempt to lower my head, he forces it up with his grip on my hair. “Don’t hide. Look at your face when I fuck you like an animal. That’s what you look like when you’re being ripped apart by my cock, Cecily. When you’re milking me and taking all of me like a good girl. You look so ecstatic and pleased, you look like fucking mine.”
He accentuates his words with ruthless thrusts that trigger my pleasure. I’m panting, crying, and begging all at once.
A sharp sensation tightens the bottom of my belly. My muscles clench and my pussy contracts as the orgasm washes over me.
I’m thankful I’m sandwiched between Jeremy and the shower glass or I’d drop in a heap on the floor.
His teeth nibble on the lobe of my ear and then he orders in dark words, “Say my name.”
“Jeremy,” I moan and repeat it again and again, in sync with his rhythm.
He goes mad.
Absolutely and utterly unhinged.
He fucks me with abandon, still holding my hair, forcing me to see my orgasm face, shedding each and every apprehension I had about sex.
I look beautifully ravaged by him.
He looks ethereal while in his beast mode.
Every mode, really.
The sounds of slapping, groaning, and moaning echo around us like a twisted lullaby.
He grips my hair harsher and speaks near my ear in hot, low words, “This is how I look when I fuck you, Cecily. Not a man, not a beast, but both at the same time. I look so fucking mad about you that I can’t get enough of fucking and owning you.”