FREE-USE AGREEMENT #3
She stood under the showerhead for several minutes, her eyes closed as the water cascaded over her face, down her breasts, and over her flat stomach. She reached down with one hand, intending to wash herself, but the moment her slippery, soapy fingers brushed against her swollen clit, she let out a shallow gasp. She was already so wet, her pussy pulsing with a raw, desperate need to be filled by Kyle's thick cock.
Suddenly, through the heavy roar of the rushing water, she heard the bathroom door click open.
Molly’s eyes snapped open, her heart instantly thrasher against her ribs. Through the fogged, translucent glass of the shower door, she saw a large, familiar silhouette step into the room. Kyle was home from work. He didn't call out her name, and he didn't wait in the bedroom. He walked straight up to the glass enclosure and pulled the door open, letting a rush of cool air slice through the hot steam.
Molly froze beneath the spray, the water drenching her hair and cascading down her bare chest.
Kyle stood on the threshold, and he hadn't even bothered to strip down. He was still wearing his dark dress pants and his light blue button-down shirt, though his tie was completely gone and the top three buttons were undone, exposing the rugged, hair-dusted expanse of his chest. His clothes were instantly splattered with the overspray of the shower, the thin cotton of his shirt clinging to his muscular shoulders. His dark eyes were completely unhinged, burning with a raw, predatory intent as they locked onto her naked, wet body.
"Kyle..."
Molly whispered, her breath hitching as she backed up until her shoulders pressed flat against the slick, cool tiles of the shower wall. "You're getting your work clothes wet."
"I don't give a fuck about the clothes, Molly,"
Kyle growled, his deep, gravelly baritone easily cutting through the roar of the running water. He stepped fully inside the large enclosure, shutting the glass door behind him with absolute finality. The hot spray immediately began to drench his shirt, turning the fabric translucent against his powerful frame. "You're in my shower, completely naked, and my cock wants to be inside you right now. You belong to me 24/7. Did you forget the rules?"
"No, Kyle,"
Molly panted, her knees trembling as a violent wave of heat crashed straight to her crotch. The sight of her powerful man stepping into the hot shower fully clothed just to take her body drove her mind into a frenzy of submission. She was dripping, her pussy slicker than the soapy water running down her legs.
"Good. Then stand right there and don't move,"
Kyle commanded roughly.
He reached down, unbuckling his leather belt with wet, heavy snaps that echoed in the enclosed space. He unzipped his dress pants and slid his wet underwear down, freeing his massive, thick-veined cock. It was already completely rock-hard, throbbing violently and standing fully erect, glistening under the water droplets. The taboo thrill of using her right now, of exercising his absolute ownership under the pouring water, had driven his arousal straight through the roof.
Kyle stepped forward, his wet, heavy chest pressing flat against her bare breasts, pinning her firmly against the tiled wall. He reached down, his large, calloused hands gripping her thighs and hoisting them up, forcing her to wrap her legs completely around his waist. He didn't use any artificial lube; the running water and the sheer volume of her overflowing natural juices were more than enough.
He aligned the swollen, throbbing head of his cock with her wet pussy lips and, with one deep, merciless drive, he buried his full length deep inside her tight core.
"Oh god, Kyle!"
Molly shrieked, her voice echoing loudly off the wet tiles as he stretched her completely full.
The physical sensation was overwhelmingly intense. The contrast of the hot water beating down on her face while his thick cock hammered deep inside her made her vision blur. Her tight internal walls clamped down around him like a desperate vice, pulsing frantically with raw pleasure. Kyle let out a low, guttural roar, his hands moving from her thighs to grip her waist with bruising force, anchoring her against the wall as he began to move.
He set a fierce, punishing, relentless pace. Every deep thrust hit her G-spot with devastating accuracy, the loud, wet friction of their bodies slapping together echoing over the sound of the running water.
"Look at me, Molly,"
Kyle rasped filthily in her ear, his breath hot and demanding as he accelerated his rhythm. "Look at me while I take what's mine. I own you. Every single inch of this tight pussy belongs to me. You are mine!"
"Yes! I'm yours, Kyle! I'm your slut! Fuck me!"
Molly screamed out, completely abandoning all restraint, her fingers digging desperately into the wet, clinging fabric of his shirt as he pounded into her.
The intense, rapid friction of his heavy pubic bone smashing aggressively against her highly sensitive, swollen clit pushed Molly straight over the edge of sanity. A sudden, massive, explosive pressure began to build rapidly deep inside her lower belly. Her pussy walls began to spasm violently around his throbbing cock, and remembering his strict command, she let go of all control.
Molly shattered, letting out a breathless, pierced scream that echoed through the steam. Her G-spot contracted aggressively, and a massive, powerful wave of clear fluid erupted straight out of her pussy. Because her legs were wrapped around his waist, the heavy, pulsing torrent of her squirt sprayed violently past his sliding cock, splashing aggressively against his wet dress pants and mixing with the rushing shower water to wash down the drain in a massive, swirling torrent.
Kyle let out a loud, triumphant roar as the warm torrent drenched his pelvis. The sensation of her squirting all over his cock while he pinned her against the wet tiles pushed him entirely over the edge. He gave three more hard, primal thrusts, burying himself to the absolute root, and locked his hips tightly against hers.
His body went completely rigid as he came violently, pumping heavy, hot loads of cum deep inside her pulsing pussy, filling her to the absolute maximum until she could feel his warmth overflowing onto her inner thighs, slowly washed away by the hot, cascading water.
The deep hours of the night had brought a heavy, profound stillness to the apartment. Outside, the city skyline was dark, and inside the master bedroom, the only illumination was the soft, ambient moonlight filtering through the window blinds. Molly lay fast asleep, curled on her side beneath the lightweight summer blanket. After the high-intensity shower encounter, her body had been completely exhausted, left with a deep, heavy throb that had finally allowed her to drift into a deep slumber.
At precisely three in the morning, Kyle woke up. His internal clock was completely shot, his mind entirely restless, consumed by the lingering, explicit images of Molly’s total surrender. The free-use protocol contract sitting signed on his desk had shifted something primal inside him. Even in his sleep, his body was locked in a state of hyper-arousal, his massive cock throbbing and standing rock-hard beneath the sheets, straining aggressively with a thick drop of pre-cum at the crown. He was incredibly horny, and according to the rules they had established, he didn't need to wait until morning.
Kyle shifted across the mattress, his large, powerful frame moving silently in the dark. He slid down until he was lying directly behind her, his bare, muscular chest pressing flat against her warm back.
He didn't rudely shake her awake. Instead, he leaned down, pressing his lips against the soft, sensitive skin of her neck. He began to kiss her—deep, slow, heavy kisses that immediately began to pull Molly out of her dreams. His large, calloused hands slid over her waist, his thumbs tracing the curve of her hip, gently massaging her flesh with an affectionate yet unyielding weight.
Molly stirred, a soft whimper escaping her throat as she felt the familiar, intoxicating heat of his body enveloping her. Her eyes slowly fluttered open in the dim moonlight. She felt the heavy, thick-veined length of his rock-hard cock pressing tightly against the cleft of her bare ass cheeks.
"Kyle...?"
she whispered, her voice thick with sleep, her head turning slightly on the pillow.
"Shh... stay still, baby,"
Kyle murmured smoothly, his breath hot against her ear as his lips traced down to her shoulder blade, leaving a trail of wet, burning kisses. "Go back to sleep. I just need to use your pussy."
The words acted like an instant catalyst. Molly’s mind woke up completely, a violent rush of heat crashing straight between her legs. The sheer, submissive thrill of being awakened in the dead of night by her powerful man, knowing he was invoking his absolute right to her body while she was vulnerable and half-asleep, made her incredibly horny. Her pussy instantly began to drop a thick wave of slick wetness, her internal walls pulsing in frantic anticipation. She didn't want to sleep; she wanted him inside her immediately.
"Kyle... please,"
Molly panted softly, her hips instinctively tilting backward to press her bare ass closer against his groin. "Take me. I'm completely ready for you."
Kyle let out a low, satisfied growl, his dominant composure settling over him as he accepted her enthusiastic compliance. He reached down, his large hand cupping her thigh and lifting her top leg, shifting her body into a deep, open side-lying position that completely exposed her dripping, swollen pussy lips to the cool night air. He didn't need any artificial lube; Molly was already dripping a flood of her own natural juices, completely slick from her body's immediate reaction to his touch.