Chapter 14: so wrong but so right part 2
He savored the feeling of her, the tight, wet clutch of her cunt milking him with every shallow thrust. “Tell me,” he growled, his breath hot and ragged against her ear. “Inside,” she begged, her voice shattered, her nails scoring his back. “I need to feel it, please.” Her admission, raw and desperate, untethered his last shred of control. His hips pistoned faster, a brutal, final rhythm that slammed the headboard into the wall. “Gonna fill this perfect fucking pussy,” he promised, each word a gritted thrust. She came with a broken cry, her inner muscles fluttering and gripping him in exquisite pulses.
His control shattered.
Anxin drove into her one last time, a deep, claiming surge as his release ripped through him. He came inside her, a hot, pulsing flood that painted her deepest parts. She moaned pornographically, a guttural, sustained sound at the sheer fullness, the shocking warmth spreading within her.
“Fuck, it’s so warm,” she slurred, her body accepting every thick jet. Her hips rolled gently, milking him, craving more. As he softened inside her, she slipped her own fingers between their joined bodies. She pushed his cum deeper into her swollen cunt, two fingers sliding in alongside his softening length, ensuring it stayed there for days.
“Such a good girl,” Anxin praised her, his voice rough with awe, watching her filthy commitment. “My perfect, greedy slut.” He collapsed beside her, pulling her damp body against his. They lay there in the red dark, the only sound their slowing breaths.
They lay there in the red dark, the only sound their slowing breaths. His cum leaked from her, a warm trickle down her inner thigh, a visceral reminder stamped into her flesh. The room smelled of sex and sweat and him, a musk that clung to her skin. She finally shifted, the sticky dampness between her legs a delicious, filthy proof. “Come shower with me, Anxin.” She pleaded as she walked towards the bathroom.
He watched her go, the sway of her hips, the red light catching the shimmer of sweat on the small of her back. “Gonna wash me off you?” he called out, his voice a lazy, satisfied rumble. She paused at the bathroom doorway, a silhouette against the bright, clean light beyond. She looked over her shoulder, her expression unreadable. “I want to feel the water on my skin with you still in it.”
He followed her. The bathroom light was a sterile shock after the red gloom, illuminating the mess he’d made of her—the bloom of fingerprints on her hips, the vivid bite on her shoulder. She turned the shower on, a hiss that quickly built to a roar, and stepped under the hot water, letting it coat her slim body, her hair darkening instantly to wet ropes against her skin. “You’re all mine,” Anxin said, his voice low and certain as he stepped in behind her, the glass door shutting with a definitive click.
He grabbed her waist firmly, his palms slick against her wet skin, pulling her back against his renewed hardness. The water cascaded over them both, tracing the paths his mouth had taken, washing the evidence of their fucking into the drain at their feet. “Say it again,” he demanded, his mouth at her ear, his hands sliding down to grip her ass, still warm from his spanking.
“I’m yours,” she gasped, the steam filling her lungs, her head falling back against his chest. One of his hands slid around her hip, his fingers parting her folds from behind, finding her clit already swollen and eager. “Prove it,”
His fingers circled her clit, a rough, demanding pressure that made her gasp into the steam. "I am, I'm proving it," she choked out, her hips pushing back against him, seeking more. With a sudden, fluid motion, he spun her, the wet skin of her back meeting the cold, slick tile of the shower wall. He hooked his hands under her right thigh, hiking it high around his waist, spreading her open as the water sluiced between them.
The new angle was immediate and profound, a deep, direct line that promised to reach untouched places. "This is mine," he stated, his voice low and final, not a question. He guided himself into her with a single, relentless thrust, filling the swollen, aching space his earlier release had occupied.
She cried out, a sharp, wet sound lost in the shower's roar, her head tipping back against the tile. "All of it, every fucking part you let him have first, belongs to me now." His rhythm was relentless, each deep drive punctuating his words, the water sheeting over their joined bodies. Her tight heat clenched around him, pulling him deeper, and he groaned, his forehead dropping to her shoulder.
Her tight heat clenched around him, pulling him deeper, and he groaned, his forehead dropping to her shoulder. The water pounded his back like a second heartbeat. He drove into her, a punishing rhythm against the tile, each thrust a wordless argument against any claim but his own.
His hands slid from her thigh, water making her skin slippery. He captured both her wrists in one large hand, pinning them above her head against the wet tile. The position arched her body, offering everything, and the cool ceramic bit into her splayed fingers.
She looked up at him, her lips parted, breath coming in sharp gasps that weren’t from the steam. Her eyes, dark and wide, held his, a silent plea cutting through the grunts and the water’s roar. She wanted his mouth, needed that connection more than air.
He crushed his lips to hers, swallowing her moan. The kiss was brutal, a claiming as deep as the one happening between her legs. His tongue fucked her mouth in time with his hips, a wet, messy mimicry that made her dizzy.
His tongue fucked her mouth in time with his hips, a wet, messy mimicry that made her dizzy. He broke the kiss, his breath steaming against her cheek. “Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice ragged and absolute against the pounding water.Her freed hand snaked down her slick stomach instantly. Her fingers found her swollen clit, rubbing it in harsh, frantic circles exactly how she liked it. “Anxin,” she moaned, his name a prayer lost in the shower’s roar, her body bowing off the tile.
“Louder,” he demanded, pounding into her with renewed force, watching her face contort. Her moans climbed, sharp and desperate, each cry of “Anxin!” syncing with the slap of his skin against hers. The dual sensations—his deep, pounding fills and the sharp, focused friction of her own fingers—coiled a spring in her gut.
“I’m gonna come,” she warned, her voice breaking. “Then do it,” he gritted out, his pace turning brutal and final. “Squirt all over my fucking dick.” The permission shattered her.
A raw, guttural sound tore from her throat as her climax exploded, a violent clenching that pulled his own release from him. He fucked her through it, his own groan harsh in her ear, his cum pumping hot inside her once more, mixing with the water and her own spend. She went boneless against the tile, her trembling hand falling away, spent.