“You love this cock, don’t you, sweet baby?” She didn’t answer, but her pussy tightened around him. “Say it!” One of his hands left her tit and got tangled in her hair as he pulled her head back. “Please.”
“Please, what? Say it.” He fucked into her harder her body shaking with each stroke he made into her body, knees scraping against the old tile of the shower stall. “Fuck me, you bastard, just fuck me.”
He bit into her neck and fucked her until she scooted across the floor and her head butted into the wall, and still he didn’t stop. “This pussy is mine, only mine. I’ll take it when I want how I want and where I want. Understood?”
“Yes anything, just don’t stop.” She couldn’t believe she was on the cusp of another mind-blowing orgasm. She’d long stopped dwelling on the fact that she must be just as sick as he is to enjoy what he was doing to her.
Nothing else mattered, nothing but his long thick cock plowing into her depths, giving her that sweet pain that she was afraid she won’t be able to live without. And as her body was racked with another massive orgasm that took her breath, she flung her head back and wailed as her pussy juiced on his cock.
‘That’s it, that’s my girl, cum for me. I’m cumming.” His long grunts and moans as he slammed into her buffeted her body and then she felt it again, that rush of hot liquid as his seed splattered against her walls.
Chapter 7
He picked her up off the bathroom floor and turned off the water. “I’m not going to wash you again; I like the idea of my seed leaking out you all day.” He kissed her cheek and stepped out of the shower before putting her on her feet.
“Stay right there.” With her eyes still covered, she was going by sound alone, so she heard when he grabbed the towel from the rack. She was also using her other senses to assess the situation like the fact that her already tiny bathroom felt even smaller with him in it.
He was tall, going by the difference in height when they were standing in the shower. And muscular. Not muscle-bound, but she could feel the cords in her arms like he worked out a lot or did some kind of work where strength was required.
His voice still held a hint of familiarity, but even in the shower, when he was fucking her, it sounded like it was being distorted. She jumped when he came back to her with the towel and started drying her off. “Relax, sweet baby; I will never hurt you.”
He pressed his lips softly against her shoulder as he finished drying her off. He moved away, and she heard what sounded like the toilet seat being lowered, and then he picked her up again and sat her on it. He opened her medicine cabinet and grabbed the bottle of her favorite body lotion. She knew that’s what it was because she smelt it as soon as he popped the top.
How did he know where to find that?” She didn’t have long to dwell on that once he started rubbing the lotion into her skin, starting at her ankles and making his way up her legs to her thighs. He took his sweet time, and it was beginning to feel more like he was caressing her than moisturizing her skin.
When he was done, he got to his feet, and she felt his erection brush against her thigh. He lifted her and walked into the bedroom, placing her on the edge of the bed. She heard a zipper being undone, like the ones on one of those gym bags and tensed.
Is he going to kill me now? Before panic could set in, she asked herself why he’d go through the trouble of cleaning her up if he was planning too off her? Unless he’s more twisted than she thought. She felt him come back to stand in front of her, and his hand came up to cup her cheek.
He rubbed his thumb along her pronounced cheekbone and said the oddest thing. “I wish I could see your beautiful brown eyes.” He brushed his lips against her briefly and then pushed her back gently onto the bed with her legs hanging over the side.
He pushed her legs apart and immediately liquid heat pooled between her thighs. He drew his breath in harshly as if he could smell her, and she turned red. ‘Damn sweet baby; you want me again? I wasn’t going to take you tonight; I thought you might be too sore.”
He opened her red puffy pussy lips and looked inside her at the damage he’d done. If she could’ve seen his face, she would’ve seen the self- disgust on his face. He hadn’t planned to fuck her as often and as hard as he had for the past twelve or thirteen hours.