Chapter 30 – Roman #2
I chuckle and push two fingers into her as I start the shower with my other hand. She squeals when the cold water hits the back of her thighs and squirms some more. I give her pussy two pumps and pull out, letting her slide down my body as I slip those digits into my mouth so I can taste her.
“Take off your panties.”
With her eyes on mine, she shifts around until they meet the shower floor before she kicks them to the corner. The water is heating now, steam surrounding us, and I stare into her eyes.
“Braelyn.” It’s a whisper. A prayer. I’ve spent years of my life running. Hiding. Hibernating. Existing without living at all. She’s woken me up. She’s brought me back to life.
Roughly, I cup her jaw, my thumb scraping along her bottom lip before I kiss her again, harder this time, more urgently. I have to be inside her. I can’t wait. I’ll make her come a million times after this, but I have to be inside her.
Lifting her up in my arms, I walk her to the shower wall and hold her ass tight. I line myself up and push inside her in one powerful thrust.
She sucks in a breath, her nails digging into my back. My lungs empty at the tight, hot feel of her. Her cunt clenches me in a vise-like grip and I have to force myself to take a breath so I don’t come this instant.
With my eyes trained on hers, I slide back, practically slipping almost all the way out before I fuck back in harder and deeper, all the way to the hilt. Using the shower wall for leverage, I hold her up with one hand while my other wraps around her neck.
Her eyes close and her head tilts back and my mouth takes advantage, sucking and licking at her wet skin just above my fingers. I pound into her, loving how she takes me so well. The tops of her tits jiggle and bounce with the force of my thrusts, partially crushed against my chest.
I work myself in and out of her, forcing her to take every inch, feeling her stretch and glide up and down my shaft. I fuck her with everything I am. All my wicked desires. My silent torment. My undying love. All of them I give to her.
“Braelyn,” I rasp, grunting and groaning mindlessly. “Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good.”
“Harder,” she demands. “I want it harder.”
I squeeze her neck before releasing it and give her exactly what she wants. I ram into her and her eyes roll back in her head. “Yes. Oh! That.”
I smile and bite her lip. “Is that hard enough or can you take more?”
“More. Don’t stop. Don’t hold back.”
I don’t. Not for a second. I slam into her, her grip on me tightening. A loud cry flees her lips as her body trembles against mine. But I’m not done with her. I’ll never be done with her.
“This is only the start, baby. I’m fucking you rough now but after this, I’m going to fuck you sweet and slow. Then when you’re exhausted and a little sore, I’m going to eat your cunt in our bed.”
She bucks against me, her clit rubbing along my pelvic bone, and just when I don’t think I can take another second, she comes.
I watch her stunning face twisted up in pleasure while I swallow her moans and desperate cries.
It pushes me over the edge and with a low growl, I still and come inside her with hard, jerking thrusts.
For a few moments, we’re quiet, clinging and trying to catch our breath.
I set her feet down and hold her steady while I kiss her like a man possessed. Obsessed. Because that’s what I am. She owns me.
Our kiss is sweet and unhurried, and when she has her bearings back, I lead her over into the water that’s shooting out at us from above and the sides.
I wash her hair and body, touching and toying, pulling on her nipples and rubbing her pussy.
Once she’s clean, I wash myself quickly, but I’m not ready to get out yet.
I detach the overhead sprayer and bring it down to her, her expression twisting from confusion to realization when she sees what I intend to do with it.
“Put your foot on the bench.”
If possible, I think she’s blushing, and Braelyn isn’t much of a blusher.
My obedient girl does exactly as I ask with a “Yes, sir” that instantly makes me harder than steel. I reward her by rubbing her tits and kissing her neck, and running the sprayer up and down her legs.
“You know what I’m going to do with this.”
I get a shaky, “Yes.”
“Good. Now turn around, hands on the wall, foot back up on the bench.”
I pull back and stand to my full height, waiting for her to comply. She does, her eyes dark with fire and lust as she turns, presenting me with her perfect ass and a hint of her sweet cunt as she lifts her leg.
I adjust the pressure on the sprayer, making it more concentrated, then my arm bands around the front of her. Twisting my wrist, I angle the sprayer up and move it in so I hit her clit with the jet of water.
“Oh fuck!” she cries out, her head flinging back and meeting my chest. “Shit, Roman. That’s intense.”
I bet it is. It’s essentially a high-pressure water vibrator.
With even back and forth flicks of my wrist, I work her clit and play with her tits, pinching and pulling on her nipples.
She can barely hold herself up, her hands planting harder into the wall, her breathing all over the place.
She’s already close, and I make a mental note to buy her every fucking toy I can find.
I rub my cock between her ass cheeks, playing with the seam.
And just before she comes, I push the sprayer up right against her clit, line my cock up with her opening, and thrust right in.
“Fuck!” she screams and comes instantly.
I don’t pound into her. I fuck her slowly through it, pushing and sliding and rubbing her inner walls exactly where she needs it.
Her orgasm goes on until she gets too sensitive, and I release the sprayer, letting it dangle by the metal cord and shower the walls.
My hands find her tits, my chest to her back, my mouth against her neck, and I fuck her like this. Smooth and deep and slow. I murmur a million things in her ear. I tell her how beautiful she is, how good she feels, how much I love her, how I’m never letting her go.
Not ever. No matter what happens next.