love your tits. They’re large, full, and perfect for my hands. They tighten just so when I slide my fingers over them.” His words filled the room as thick as the steam around us, adding to the heady feeling, making it feel dreamlike. Wes played with my breasts until I was gasping, moaning, pressing my hips into the air restlessly.
“What do you want?” He licked a line down my neck as he continued the sweet torture of my now oversensitive breasts.
“I want you inside me. Please.” I begged shamelessly.
“Lean forward, sweetheart. Grab onto that towel bar. Tilt that sweet ass for me.”
I clutched at the towel bar above my head at the back of the shower. Reminded me of the kind you see in fancy hotel rooms where the towels were away from the spray of water, yet conveniently placed so the guest wouldn’t have to leave the warmth of the shower without covering up. In this case, it made a perfect bar for me to hold onto.
Wes lined up his feet alongside me, pressing mine father out. He gripped my hips, tipping them up the way he wanted. I waited, my breath caught in my throat. Excitement buzzed around me like a swarm of angry bees, the anticipation, the knowledge that I’d be struck with his erection tantalizing and forbidden.
Wes rubbed the cheeks of my ass. Expertly he widened my flesh, opening me from behind, then the crown of his cock was at my entrance. The barest hint of his manhood teasing against swollen flesh.
“You want it, sweetheart? You want me to fuck you hard?”
“God yes, please Wes. Love me like you do.”
“Love?” He questioned pressing an inch inside. I tried to squeeze my thighs together, to force him further in. He held me back, only allowing movement when he permitted it.
“Yes, show me.”
With a twist of his hips, his fingers dug into my sides before he thrust forward…teeth-chattering hard. I held onto the rack, jarred by his movement, my feet lifted up off the ground, hung up on his cock just the way he liked. He set me back down. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. I’d never been more complete with a man. When he pulled back I almost cried, emotionally needing him to stay within me, stay close.
“Don’t leave…” I choked out.
“Right here.” One of his hands came over mine on the bar and held. Then he shifted back and pushed in. “Feel me, sweetheart. I’m right here. With you. In you. Part of you.”
A fluttering sensation spread out from where we were joined, like butterfly wings flapping all over my body. Teasing, tickling, layering mouthwatering pleasure all over me. It was unusual, different, unlike any sexual experience before it.
“I’m going to come,” I told him losing the ability to speak. The pleasure taking my body, mind, and subconscious on a journey I never wanted to come back from.
“Yes,” he swirled his hips, stirring his hardness within forcing me to gasp. “You’re going to come until I’m done. You’re going to squeeze me sweet Mia, proving I control this body. When I’m inside you, it’s only us. Me and you. The way it should be.” He pulled out and jabbed high and hard. I squealed, lost in a sexual daze once more. Burning, hot electricity zipped through every orifice, searching for a way out, a way to expel the pent up excitement.
That’s when the babbling started. He fucked my body in long, consistent strokes. I lost it. Chanting, saying useless, nonsensical things.
“Please…”
“In me…”
“Burning…”
“Now…”
“Love…”
“Hot…”
“Wes...”
That’s when Wes slid one of his hands around my waist, the other gripping the bar above as if he was going to do a pull-up. He lifted his muscular body up on his toes and pressed me down on his dick. His rock hard cock reached so high, splitting the tissue inside me wide, forcing his entrance to a place high within that no man had ever been. I lost control. The orgasm shook me. Physically shook me, convulsing around him as if electrocuted. My
“What do you want?” He licked a line down my neck as he continued the sweet torture of my now oversensitive breasts.
“I want you inside me. Please.” I begged shamelessly.
“Lean forward, sweetheart. Grab onto that towel bar. Tilt that sweet ass for me.”
I clutched at the towel bar above my head at the back of the shower. Reminded me of the kind you see in fancy hotel rooms where the towels were away from the spray of water, yet conveniently placed so the guest wouldn’t have to leave the warmth of the shower without covering up. In this case, it made a perfect bar for me to hold onto.
Wes lined up his feet alongside me, pressing mine father out. He gripped my hips, tipping them up the way he wanted. I waited, my breath caught in my throat. Excitement buzzed around me like a swarm of angry bees, the anticipation, the knowledge that I’d be struck with his erection tantalizing and forbidden.
Wes rubbed the cheeks of my ass. Expertly he widened my flesh, opening me from behind, then the crown of his cock was at my entrance. The barest hint of his manhood teasing against swollen flesh.
“You want it, sweetheart? You want me to fuck you hard?”
“God yes, please Wes. Love me like you do.”
“Love?” He questioned pressing an inch inside. I tried to squeeze my thighs together, to force him further in. He held me back, only allowing movement when he permitted it.
“Yes, show me.”
With a twist of his hips, his fingers dug into my sides before he thrust forward…teeth-chattering hard. I held onto the rack, jarred by his movement, my feet lifted up off the ground, hung up on his cock just the way he liked. He set me back down. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. I’d never been more complete with a man. When he pulled back I almost cried, emotionally needing him to stay within me, stay close.
“Don’t leave…” I choked out.
“Right here.” One of his hands came over mine on the bar and held. Then he shifted back and pushed in. “Feel me, sweetheart. I’m right here. With you. In you. Part of you.”
A fluttering sensation spread out from where we were joined, like butterfly wings flapping all over my body. Teasing, tickling, layering mouthwatering pleasure all over me. It was unusual, different, unlike any sexual experience before it.
“I’m going to come,” I told him losing the ability to speak. The pleasure taking my body, mind, and subconscious on a journey I never wanted to come back from.
“Yes,” he swirled his hips, stirring his hardness within forcing me to gasp. “You’re going to come until I’m done. You’re going to squeeze me sweet Mia, proving I control this body. When I’m inside you, it’s only us. Me and you. The way it should be.” He pulled out and jabbed high and hard. I squealed, lost in a sexual daze once more. Burning, hot electricity zipped through every orifice, searching for a way out, a way to expel the pent up excitement.
That’s when the babbling started. He fucked my body in long, consistent strokes. I lost it. Chanting, saying useless, nonsensical things.
“Please…”
“In me…”
“Burning…”
“Now…”
“Love…”
“Hot…”
“Wes...”
That’s when Wes slid one of his hands around my waist, the other gripping the bar above as if he was going to do a pull-up. He lifted his muscular body up on his toes and pressed me down on his dick. His rock hard cock reached so high, splitting the tissue inside me wide, forcing his entrance to a place high within that no man had ever been. I lost control. The orgasm shook me. Physically shook me, convulsing around him as if electrocuted. My
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