I gulped looking at him, but grabbed his hand off my arm and placed it on his sides. I turned off the shower. I looked at him, keeping eye contact with him. I kissed his chest, wanting to touch. I dropped to my knees, and he just watched. His cock was standing tall and hard, so I used my hand to massage his balls, stroking his length with the other.
He hummed and grunted, reaching down and pulling my hair back roughly. He bent to my height and placed my arms on his thigh to steady myself.
"You better remember, you brought this on yourself, Torreso," he said with a hint of amusement. "Open your month."
I did as he requested, opening it wide and sticking my tongue out, and he pulled my hair all together in a makeshift ponytail. He held my head still, pushing his cock down my throat. I gagged and choked on his length, but he didn't pull away.
"This is what you wanted right, you wanted my cock down your throat. I told you to back off. You have been teasing me all night with that dress you wore, and I tried hard to control myself. So remember, Mani, I'm going to fuck your mouth like I fuck that tight pussy." I nodded with his dick still in my mouth; my clitoral area became moist; his member stretched my throat; and he stared down at me.
He pulled out of my mouth a string of saliva connecting the tip of his cock and was covered with my spit. I coughed, using the time to breath.
"Did you like that, huh?" he asked teasingly, trying to scare me off. I know he wants what I want, so I don't understand why he won't just let me do it instead of trying to challenge me.
I looked up at him and nodded; a shocked look was on his face as he let go of my hair and quickly composed himself. I put my hand back on his length, jacking him off a little before putting him back in my mouth, my hand covered in my own spittle, and I could feel myself drooling down the side of my mouth.
I bobbed my head on his cock, and he slowly laid back on the wall of the shower. After a long fight with himself, his hands found their way back to my hair. He kept my hair in place, pounding into my mouth with no mercy.
I moaned around his cock, encouraging him to move his hip faster. using my mouth to satisfy himself. His tip reached the back of my throat, and as he pushed it as far back as he could, his ball slapped my chin while he aggressively fisted my mouth.
The weird part of it all was that I was enjoying it. every bit of it.
He pulled my head back and stuck his drenched cock out. Spit ran down my mouth as I gagged. He kept the tip in my mouth, and I swirled my tongue around it, and he moaned. He pushed it against my right cheek using his hand, softly slapping the part of my cheek that bulged out.
That turned me on more for some reason. He pushed his length back into my mouth, not shoving it all the way in, and let me stroke the base of his cock.
"You are going to be a good little girl and swallow my cum, right amore."
I looked at him and nodded my head with my mouth full of his dick. He grunted, and I began to jerk him faster, rubbing his balls. His grunts and groans are getting louder. He came second later, but I kept on sucking and playing with his tip, taking in his flavor in my mouth. the thick, salty substance on my tongue. I looked up at him before swallowing my cum.
His erection hardened at the sight of that. I was pulled up, and the shower turned on again. He pulled me into his body. He reached behind something at the side of the shower; his lips pressed tenderly against my forehead, and he brought out a washcloth.
Slowly, he started moving it up and down my back. He tenderly and gently rubbed tantalizing sensations up my body. I lean into him and moan a little, resting my head on his chest. Without a word, he continued to wash my body, and it felt so good. He drops the washcloth and trails his finger down my shoulders and arms. They sweep over my collarbone and over my breast, gently flicking my nipples. They were already hard from being turned on, and the cold water didn't help.
He smiled and leaned in close to me, letting his finger explore my stomach. Then my side, my hip, the side of my thigh. He gently turned me around, his hard cock pressing against my ass; he sneaks his hand down my clitoral. He slipped a finger inside of me and started pumping lazily.
I placed my hands on the wall for support and let out a moan. He slipped a second finger inside me, increasing his pace just a little. He rubbed my crotch in small circles with his thumb. I bit down on my lip, my legs trembling. His hands eased off of me, and I groaned.
His hand came back down on my clitoral area, and he continued to please me.
"You have been a bad girl, Mani," he breathed into my ear.
"And bad girls get fucked," he says before thrusting into my ass. I cried out in pain and pleasure as his cock thrust up into me, splitting me in half and sending me over the edge. I screamed as I came twitching around his cock. He groans and shoves me against the wall, pulling my hip out, still pleasuring me.
I moan and twitch as he starts to fuck me, rough and relentlessly. Pain and pleasure mix in my mind; he kept thrusting him with his urge cock. But every circle of his finger against my cleavage sends my mind into a raging fire of pleasure.