53 Milo #2
I kept my pace steady, but rough. She was close, I could feel it in the way her body tensed under me or in the way her legs stiffened around my waist.
She screamed, curling so high I had to hold her down. Her sweet, perfect cunt clenched around my cock, milking me. I let her ride it out until she was about to come, then pulled out just before it happened.
She released a shuddered cry and slid her hand down her body to finish what I'd started, but I intercepted her wrist just in time, pinned it to the table. "Not yet.
She pouted. "Why'd you stop?"
I dropped my head to her face and whispered in her ear. "Do you want to come?"
"Yes."
"Remember what I said earlier?" I asked, voice hoarse. "I want to make it last all night long."
She looked up at me, eyes glassy and a little pissed off.
"I still need to shower, baby," I said and took half a step back. It was in fact painful. I wanted to come too, but I wanted to satisfy her more. I wanted for her to only want me, to only know me as the only man in this life.
"Are you serious?" she whined.
"Deadly."
She propped herself with both hands and sat up. "What if I said no?"
I ran a finger up her thigh, tracing the wetness there. "Then I'd have to edge you right here until you said yes."
"You're evil."
"I told you that before, didn't I?"
Carefully, she slid off the table and onto her shaky legs, then grabbed my hand and led me toward the bathroom. I stumbled forward with my pants and my boxers still down to my mid-thighs.
She halted to a stop halfway to the bedroom and yanked them down, then watched me pull them off completely, her gaze lingering on my cock, hard and leaking pre-come.
We made it to the bedroom when she stopped again and stripped her T-shirt and her bra. She threw the clothes on the floor and continued into the bathroom.
I memorized every inch of her as we moved—every beauty mark, every curve, every detail.
The shower stall was small, just enough room for two. I twisted the knobs until steam fogged up the glass, then crowded her inside and pinned her to the tile with my body.
The steam made her skin bloom like a rose, all flushed and dewy. I couldn't tear my eyes away. When her fingers found my length and wrapped around it with deliberate pressure, my vision narrowed to just her face, her parted lips.
"I want to suck your cock," she hummed, her gaze never leaving mine as if this was a challenge.
The words vibrated between us like electricity.
I'd never felt such a primal need for someone before. This woman was perfect in every way possible. She was my undoing.
"I'm not going to say no to this," I husked out.
She licked her lips, just to tease me.
I groaned at the sight. Simply imagining that mouth around my cock made me want to come.
She dropped to her knees. The floor was hard and slick, but she didn't seem to care. She grabbed my length with both hands and stroked, carefully at first, glancing up at me from time to time as if looking for reassurance she was doing it the way I liked.
"Is this okay?" she purred. Her voice blended with the sound of water beating against the stall.
"You don't have to ask," I choked out, propping myself with a palm of my free hand against the glass door. My other hand slid down to her face, caressed her chin.
She looked up at me as she jerked me off, then cupped my balls and rolled them in her hands.
An electric current ran along my spine.
She continued to pump for a little while longer, then paused for a second and glanced at me again.
Our eyes met.
Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were parted and a little swollen from all the kissing. She looked so innocent and so beautiful on her knees in front of me.
And then she took me into her mouth.
My entire body went into shock.
The heat and the pressure were too much. I lost my footing for a second and had to rest my hand on her wet hair not to faceplant.
She wasn't gentle. She sucked me hard, like she wanted to choke on it, like she needed to prove she could handle all of me. I let her do what she wanted, let her set the pace first, let her coat my dick with her saliva.
But she was too good, too damn skilled at this that I couldn't take it much longer. My hips jerked forward without meaning to. I adjusted my grip on her head, directing her, showing her the right angle.
She hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head, tongue swirling under the head, the way that made me see stars.
I stared down at her, watched the way her lashes stuck together in the steam, the way her lips stretched.
"God, you're good at that," I muttered.
She just moaned around my cock and kept going, deeper, faster. I felt my balls pull tight, the familiar tension building.
And then she opened up more and took me all the way to the back of her throat.
I groaned. My legs shook. I wanted to unload into her mouth right there and then. Wanted to make sure she swallowed it all, every last drop. But we'd have time to do this and other filthy things I had on my mind. Later. Today, I needed something else more.
"Stop," I grunted. "I'll come if you keep—"
She let me pop out of her mouth, then smiled, lips shiny and pink. "Isn't that the point?"
I hauled her up by the arms and pinned her to the wall again. "Not yet."
She shivered from anticipation. "You really are determined to make it last until sunrise, aren't you?"
"I keep my promises."
I spun her around, pushed her chest to the wet glass, and bent her at the waist. She arched her back, sticking her ass out for me. I dragged a hand down her spine, watching her shudder, then grabbed her hips and pulled her back so her primed pussy was perfectly lined up with my cock.
I ran the head between her folds, teasing, soaking up how wet she was. She was still dripping from before.
"I won't be gentle this time," I warned.
She nodded, one cheek pressed to the glass.
I shoved inside, hard and deep, burying myself in one stroke. She moaned, hands scrabbling at the shower door for leverage.
"Oh my God," she panted. "Oh, fuck me—"
I did. I slammed into her, over and over, the sound of skin on skin echoing off the tile. She tightened around me with every thrust, and it took every ounce of self-control not to shoot my load right away.
My hands roamed her body—her hips, her ass, up to her tits. I grabbed both and squeezed, then pinched her nipples to hear her gasp.
"Harder," she begged. "Harder."
I gave her what she wanted. The world shrank to the feeling of her around me, the heat of the water, the animal sounds coming out of both of us.