Chapter 42
forty-two
. . .
When we broke for air, I nuzzled her neck, nipping the flesh their while her hands played with my hair, my cock making love to her pussy. “One more hole, little fox.”
She stiffened, leaning back, her head shaking vigorously. “No. You’re not doing that.
My arms still under ass, her pussy warming my cock, I chuckled, looking up at her drowsy eyes.
“Remember my words? By the time your birthday is over, you’ll be on your back, on your stomach and on your fucking knees, taking my cock in every little hole like a good fucking girl.
” I looked at the waterproof watch on my arm.
“We’ve got fifteen minutes to make my wish come true. ”
Her hands dropped to my shoulders, pushing to get out of my hold. “It’s my birthday and I don’t wish for any ass fucking. You’re not doing that.” She struggled to get out of my hold and her pussy squeezed my cock.
I grasped her neck, forcing her eyes to meet mine. “Yes, I am. Either you take it like a good girl, or I strap you to this shower and force myself inside you.”
Eyes wide, her nostrils flared. “Remo.” Not exactly a yes but I took it. Her pussy squeezed my cock again and I figured she was clenching her asshole against the anxiety of feeling my dick in there. I lifted her off me and set her down, the spray light between us.
Wet lashes lifted, those beautiful eyes raking over my face, looking for an out, no doubt. “Anything else?”
“I’m fucking your ass, that’s it. Now, turned around and hug the wall.” Her eyes met mine, but she didn’t move. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Her gaze dropped down to my cock. “You’re too…” she left the word hanging. “And those…” again, she didn’t finish.
I slipped a finger under her chin and lifted.
“The longer you take, the longer it will last,” I warned, grasping her hips and turning her around.
Gathering her hair together, I pushed it over one shoulder and kissed the other, nipping her warm skin.
She squirmed when I sucked the flesh into my mouth hard, marking her. “Hands on the wall,” I instructed.
Tossing me a glare over her shoulder, she did as I asked.
My laugh soft, I crouched, grabbed her ass cheeks and pushed my tongue through the valley, giving her a long lick from her asshole along the perineum to her pussy entrance and back.
She shot up onto her toes, twisting to look down at me over her shoulder, her eyes a shocked stare.
I winked, giving her another lick, collecting some of her arousal from her soaked pussy and creamed her anus with it then stood.
“Wall, little fox,” I ordered, licking my lips.
She turned, muttering some incoherent shit and I slid a hand down her body and into the valley between her ass cheeks and slowly pushed a finger into her ass, her cum allowed it to slip in easily. She stiffened, trying to jerk away. I wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her in place.
“You’ve already seen me fuck, don’t expect gentleness.”
“Please–” I slid my finger in and out of her, slow and steady. She writhed in response, her fingers scraping the wall. “No.”
“Take it, little fox, you know you want it.” I sped up, thrusting faster and deeper, her body shaking.
My grip around her tightened, her moans skating through the glass enclosure, the water behind us, adding the perfect harmony. I dropped my hand from her waist to the top of her pussy, grazing the lips. She shuddered, her ass squeezing my finger, arching her back.
“You like that, don’t you?” I growled, adding a second finger.
She choked on a gasp, nails scraping the tile. I pushed deeper and her ass clenched around my fingers again and fuck did my cock react, hardening. I quickened my pace and her body quivered, her ass pushing back, grinding against my fingers.
“Damn, you’re so fucking tight, you’re going to strangle my cock,” I breathed into her ear.
“I can’t wait to feel you choke me.” Her tight hole stretched under the relentless thrust of my fingers.
“You’re almost ready, just one more.” As I added a third finger, she cried out, trying to shake me off, her muscles tightening around me.
I pressed two fingers to her clit, giving it a hard rub and her asshole gripped my fingers.
“Oh, fuck,” she cried out, leaning her forehead against the cool tiles.
Smirking, I pushed my fingers into her pussy and fucked both her holes at the same time. She squealed her shock, her body igniting into a series of jolts, her pussy shattering as she came undone.
“You’re a fucking sight.” I chuckled, riding out her orgasms with her. While she breathed through it, I pulled out my fingers. “I’ll be back, stay put.”
Too worn out to move, she just stood there
I stepped out of the shower to grab a bottle of lube from the bedroom and when I returned, I paused, taking in the scene.
With her brow pressed to the wall, her hands hanging limply on either side of her, her breathing uneven, she remained where I left her and frankly, her innocence made me want to ruin her in the dirtiest of ways until she begged for more.
I drenched my cock in lube, slowly stroke it, set the bottle on a shelf and moved in behind her. As if she’d just woken from a dream, she glanced over her shoulder, caught sight of my oil-slicked cock and startled, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
“Remo.” Her eyes lifted to mine. “That’s going to hurt.”
“It will.” I lifted her ass slightly, positioning the tip of my cock at her entrance. Wrapping my hand around her waist, I pressed my chest firmly against her back. “Just breathe.” I pressed the cockhead against her, sliding in slowly.
Her fingers clawed at the tile, her body rigid, anxiety tightening her shoulders, her ass clamping down on me.
I inched deeper. “Christ.” The raw rigidity of her felt incredible. “Damn, you’re so tight,” I grabbed the bottle and poured more lube on my cock then between her ass cheeks and set the bottle down.
“Stop, you’re too big,” she yelped when I pushed in, her nails digging into my thighs.
“Yes, it fucking will.” I pulled back, then thrust forward slowly, savoring her quivering body, her shaky cries.
My gaze on her asshole, I watched it stretch around me.
“Your hole was made for my cock, little fox, you take me so well.” I exhaled a shuddering breath.
She was fucking choking me, and it felt like heaven.
I inched in a little more, buried halfway inside her.
“Oh God,” she puffed out anxious breaths.
I paused, grasping her chin and forcing her gaze to mine, enjoying the way she licked her lips.
“Forget God,” I mocked, my thumb brushing her swollen lip before I leaned in to whisper the correction against her mouth.
“Pray to me instead,” I commanded, sliding in all the way to the hilt to prove the point.
She obeyed with a full-body tremor that had nothing to do with cold, and I laughed because she was learning exactly who held her soul tonight.
“Better,” I soothed, biting her shoulder to stifle the next plea. “Keep saying it. I want to hear who you belong to when you break.” I gripped her waist, letting my cock slide in and out, driving harder with each thrust. Snaking my hand around her, I slid two fingers into her slick pussy.
Her breath hitched, hips jerking as I pumped both holes, my rhythm relentless, unforgiving. Her cries resonated off the walls, blending with the sounds of hard fucking and falling water. She was close, I could feel the way she clamped my fingers and my cock.
I picked up the pace, clutching her hip tight, my fingers pumping her pussy hard.
“I want to hear you scream my name, little fox. Come for me.” Her body jolted, her ass clenching.
I couldn’t breathe, my cock throbbing, my orgasm sprinting down my spine, threatening to overpower me, to sweep my legs out from under me, to steal my fucking air.
“Fuck, Ishika,” I snarled. “Come the fuck for me now.”
Perhaps it was the use of her name but fuck, did shatter so fucking magnificently, her muscles gripping my cock and fingers, her body a quaking mess, my name a curse on her tongue, her nails drawing blood from my thighs.
A savage roar exploded from my chest as I spilled deep inside her ass. “Jesus fucking Christ.” I pulled out my fingers, collapsing against her, pinning her against the tile, our breathing strained.
My cock still in her ass, my heartbeat pounded against my ribs. I could’ve sworn the fucking organ was cursing me and bullying me to calm the fuck down. My eyes closed, I buried my face in her hair, breathing in her scent.
“Remo?”
“Hmm.” I didn’t have the energy to move, her ass cloaking me so well.
“You’re heavy.”
I let out a soft laugh, leaning back and pulled out of her. She winced as I turned her to face me. “Are you okay?”
Red-rimmed eyes lifted to meet mine. “What do you think?” she asked, sweetly sarcastic. I chuckled, reaching for the bodywash and moved to wash her. “I can do it myself,” she huffed, stepping back.
My brow rose slowly. “I know you can, but I want to and I’m going to,” I warned, my eyes challenging her to defy me.
“Well have at it then.” She rolled her eyes and stood stiffly, letting me wash her down, not even acknowledging the gentle caress around her breasts or the extra attention I paid her nipples. She became stone, something that fascinated me.
Done, I held out the bodywash. “Would you like to repay the favor?” I teased, not expecting she would.
“No.” She spun around and walked off.
I noticed her limp with a smirk. I’d fucked her violently and didn’t plan on stopping. The night was still young and anything to distract me from my usual nightmares was welcome.
When I climbed into bed, ten minutes later, she was curled up on one side of the bed with her back to me. “Come here, Ishika,” I called, my tone non-negotiable.
She glanced at me over her shoulder. “I want to sleep.”
“You can and you will, but right here.” I touched the space next to me.
She inhaled deeply and moved up close. Keeping her back to me, she settled down, dragging a smile out from me.
I rolled to my side, pulling her with me until her back was pressed against my chest, my arm wrapping around her waist to hold her in place. “I’m not done fucking you, little fox.”
“You did say you’re into somnophilia, right.” It was all she gave me.
I chuckled, remembering that first blow job and that spirited doctor who somehow ended up in my bed. “Sleep,” I murmured into her hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “I’ll wake you when I need you again,” I teased.
She didn’t answer, her body already drifting toward fatigue, but I felt the relaxation of her muscles against mine, the final barrier crumbling between us.
I stared at the ceiling, the darkness of the room matching the thoughts in my head.
She was mine now, not just in bed but in every way that mattered.
I had what I wanted, and I wasn’t letting go. As sleep dragged me under, I knew that even though she saw me as a monster, sometimes a man just wanted to be a man.