"You. Naked. Shower. NOW." I waste no time in stripping as I head toward our large ensuite. He follows leisurely, a tiger honing in on his prey. The shower water heats and so do I. I peek back at him and he’s mostly nude, his trousers around his ankles as he takes himself in hand and strokes. I bite my lip and let out a little moan. He gives me a commanding glare.
"Now, I said." No time wasted opening the glass door and stepping in. The glass is already fogging, but I can plainly see him step out of his trousers and walk to the shower, taking his cock in his hand again and stepping in. I immediately reach for it, but he grabs my wrist and stops me. I wait for his command.
"On your knees."
I comply, thrilled at his dominance. I love when he’s like this, so sure of himself, master of his universe. It’s a heady feeling. He reaches down to pull my chin and open my mouth, guiding the head of his cock to my lips.
"Suck." And I do, taking him all the way to the hilt, keeping my eyes up on him. I move back and forth, his hands gripping my hair and controlling my movements. He lets a moan escape as he watches me, but he’s still so composed. The only sign that he’s faltering is the hitch in his breath and the rapid rise and fall of his chest.
I feel daring so I pull my lips back slightly and bare my teeth, grazing the sensitive skin of his shaft. He gasps and pulls my head away from him, me smiling up at him mischievously.
"Minx," he says, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly as he yanks me up by my hair. Within seconds, he’s turned me around, spanking my ass hard before pushing me against the cold shower wall. I shudder hard, hands going up to brace myself as he moves against me. His knee comes up to spread my legs, one hand still in my hair and the other reaching ‘round to find my clit. When he touches me, I buck back against him, his cock going between my thighs.
"Hold still," he commands, pushing my whole body against the wall. His cock is still there, pressing hot and hard against the lips of my pussy. I can feel myself dripping onto him, despite the wetness of the shower.
"Please," I whimper and he chuckles lightly in my ear.
"Please what, pet?"
"Please fuck m—"
I don’t even have time to finish my sentence before he rears back and thrusts hard into me. There’s no resistance and I cry out, more than ready for him to take me. He does. He fucks me hard, my body still pressed against the wall by his. One of his hands wraps around my throat and I’m immediately lightheaded. So close to cumming, I start to reach down to my clit, but he pushes my hand away.
"Mine!" he growls, his voice strained. His fingers find my clit and I fall apart, calling out his name and racking my nails down the tile, trying to find purchase. He keeps pounding me, not letting go of my clit and my orgasm keeps going, one flowing into another. I can barely breathe and feel almost ready to pass out from pleasure when he stills and pushes himself into me further than I thought possible and I can actually feel his hot cum fill me as he yells my name.