Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
DARIUS
Scooping her into my arms, I carry her into the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping in, both of us still fully clothed minus her underwear which is ripped and laying on the chair on the balcony.
My lips devour hers, my hands roaming over her body as the water rains down on us, saturating the clothes that we’re frantically trying to rip off each other. First goes her dress, then my shirt and trousers, along with my boxers, freeing my painfully hard cock.
Unclasping her bra, I add it to the pile at our feet, my mouth moving down her neck and along her collarbone, making its way to her nipple which I take in my mouth and bite down gently on. Her answering moan has me pushing her against the tiles, her leg hitching up and letting my fingers delve inside her once again. She’s fucking soaked, her taste addicting—one I know I’ll never be able to give up.
But before I can taste her all over again, she puts her leg down and pushes my hand away, before dropping to her knees and taking my cock in her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. Fuck.
I brace my hands on the tiles, watching as her mouth works my dick, in and out, to the back of the throat each time, her gagging noises like something from a porn movie. Her fingers dig into my thighs as she continues to suck the life out of me, working me, taking all of me. Her tongue swirls around the tip as she pulls back, her head bobbing faster and faster, my cum building to spill down her throat. But I want to be inside her when I come for the first time with her, so with some kind of restraint, I pull back, moving away from her slightly as she looks up at me confused, but she won’t be confused for long as I move her onto her knees and kneel behind her. It’s a large fucking shower room, and for once, I’m grateful for that fact, because this way it allows me to sink into her as her arse is in the air, ready for me to occupy that hole too.
Sinking my cock in, her groan echoes around the walls of the shower, and then I pound into her so fucking hard that she struggles to keep herself up. As I pound into her, I pull her arse cheeks apart and tease her puckering hole with my finger, before pushing in and moving in and out at the same pace as my dick.
“Darius,” she cries, her head hanging down, her pants matching my own.
“Play with your clit whilst I fuck you,” I demand, and I watch as her hand goes between her legs, doing what I told her. So fucking compliant. I love it.
“Gimme another one,” I tell her as I feel her walls clench around me, squeezing me, pushing me to my own release. And when I can hold on no longer, I tell her, “Now, Bonnie. Let go.”
Three strokes later, her hand working her clit like she’s trying to rub it out, she explodes, her juices gushing as they mix with my cum. I stay inside her, prolonging the pleasure, before I pull out and wrap my hand around her hair, pulling her up as I stand and pushing her back into the tiles as my mouth covers hers.
She makes me feel like a fucking animal. I’ve never been with a woman as responsive as her. Like she was made for me.
And I’m starting to think she was.