“You’re at my mercy now, pretty girl.”

“Use me however you like,” I tell him, relishing my complete vulnerability.

“I will,” he assures me, grasping his dick in his hand and moving closer.

I open my mouth for him, but instead of putting it in my mouth, he smacks it against my face. I gasp, surprised, then he does it again.

Oh, God, why do I like that? I don’t know, but I do. I close my eyes, then open my mouth wider, pushing my tongue out, trying to invite him inside.

“You want my cock, Laurel?” he asks, rubbing his dick near my mouth, but not giving it to me.

“Yes. Please let me suck you, Sin. Please.”

“You need it?”

“Oh, God, yes,” I tell him. “I want to pleasure you. Please let me have you in my mouth.”

Deciding to give me my wish, he brings his cock close and lets me taste it. I sigh with relief as soon as his tip is in my mouth, then I suck on him to say thank you. I can’t use my hands since they’re cuffed to the wall, so I can only use my mouth to please him. After a minute, I feel his big hand behind my head, providing a cushion between my head and the tile wall. That’s the only warning I get, then he thrusts his cock deep, pushing my face back with the force. This is the greatest position man has ever discovered, because as he holds onto my head and fucks my face, I get to look up at him, see the beautiful lines of his well-muscled body, feel his power in his thrusts. He’s purely male, so beautifully masculine, and entirely mine. He tells me over and over again as his cock moves in and out my throat. He owns this territory, and my ass could not be happier about it. He pulls out to let me catch my breath, his reassuring hand caressing my jaw again, comforting me in case I need it before he takes hold of my face and fucks it hard again.

I’m so fucking turned on, I can scarcely function, and then he pulls out of my mouth and starts pumping his cock. I open my mouth like a bird, wanting every drop of cum he’ll give me. His lips curve up with amusement.

“You’re still hungry for me, aren’t you, baby?”

“So fucking hungry,” I tell him.

I don’t just want him in my mouth, I want him in my pussy. I don’t know why I can’t have him there.

“I’m going to come on your tits,” he decides.

I wish I could touch them. Everything aches. My breasts feel so heavy, my nipples are so hard, and I’ve been throbbing nonstop between the thighs. I need relief, but I need him to get his first. I wish he’d impale me with his cock, but I’ll take whatever he’ll give me. “I want you all over me.”

It should feel dirty, but it feels just the opposite. I wait on my knees with my arms restrained, my breasts pushed out, craving the first drop of his cum on my body like a sinner at baptism. I want to smear it everywhere until it covers every inch of my skin. I want to bathe in everything Sin. I want him to cleanse me and make me his. I never want anyone else to touch me ever again. Hell, I never want to see anyone else ever again, I just want to live in this bubble with him and never let it burst.

I’m already consumed by him, then he groans and braces a hand against the shower wall, pumping his cock and raining his cum down on me. Aside from the nearly painful level of arousal I’m currently experiencing, I feel so peaceful. When he groans with the last of his orgasm, he gathers me close, pulling my face against his pelvis.

I’m shameless, so I take the opportunity to lick his dick clean.

Rough laughter escapes him as he leans against his arm on the shower wall. “You’re something else.”

I beam up at him. “I’m addicted to you, what can I say?”

“I wasn’t complaining,” he assures me.

Once he recovers enough, he moves to unfasten my cuffs. He offers me a strong hand, helping me up, t

hen he snatches the back of my neck and yanks me in for a kiss. My eyes drift closed and I kiss him back. Then my body arches closer to his as he pins me against the shower wall and kisses the fuck out of me.

“Spread your legs,” he tells me.

Oh, thank God. I inch my legs apart until he reaches down and touches me. Just the touch of his hand knocks my heart out of my chest. I have to grab onto his shoulders, my breath hitching as the pad of his thumb brushes my clit. I’m hypersensitive, so turned on that my stomach is a mess of desire. My whole body is so twisted up, strung so tightly, needing relief so badly, it won’t take much to get me there. I swear, the man could just tell me to come and I would.

He doesn’t, but I think it would work. I’m swept away as he rubs me with his rough fingers, sending jolts of electricity coursing through my body. The tension in my tummy tightens and tightens. I’m grasping for purchase against the slippery tile wall, panting and whimpering as he works me into a frenzy. I need it so badly.

Pleasure attacks me, bursts open inside of me, consumes me. I cry out and Sin covers my lips with his, catching the sounds of my orgasm and trapping them in his beautiful mouth.

Weak and breathless, I cling to his powerful body, resting my head against his shoulder. I could stay like this forever, but I only stay until it feels like I can breathe again. Until the strength returns to my limbs and I’m confident I can stand without falling.

God, I love this man. I love every feeling he ignites inside me, things no one else has ever had access to. It’s like my heart, body, and soul knew to wait for him.

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