Page 116 of Sin Like the Devil

Pulling her head back, I slide out before I can spill my load down her throat. As tempting as that is, my girl deserves a thorough fucking, and I’m not the kind of man to disappoint.

“Turn around and bend over,” I instruct roughly. “Spread yourself open for me, babe.”

Reaching behind me, I fumble to turn off the shower. The last thing I want is to soak her stitches. By the time I’ve twisted the knob, I can sense that she’s moved. Her tight rear butting up against my erection confirms it.

Placing a hand on her lower back, I push down to make her bend even farther. I want to slide deep into her in one brisk thrust and feel her contract around me. She’s breathing hard in anticipation, waiting for relief to come.

What I wouldn’t give to have a view of her perfect cunt glistening with desire right now. Even a fucking glimpse. Instead, I have to slide two fingers over her ass then lower to locate my target.

Her moans intensify as I find her entrance and breach it, too impatient to tease her with featherlight touches. Her pussy responds immediately, pulling my fingers into its heat. She’s so damn tight.

“Raine,” she whimpers.

“I’ve got you, babe.”

Working her over several times, I know she’s good and ready. Her moans have dissolved into needy wails, and I can feel the silkiness of her juices on my fingertips.

Holding a thumb just above her cunt, I fist my cock and line it up with her slit. The euphoric cry that spills out of her as I piston inside is music to my ears. She cries out so loud, it reverberates around us.

I’m already buried deep in her, but shifting my hips back, I drive into her once more. She stretches around me, her walls hugging my dick in a vice. I already want to fill her up.

“This is going to be hard and fast,” I warn her.

“Yes,” she moans. “Please… Yes.”

Gripping her waist, I pull out again only to surge back in. Faster with each pump. Harder with each slam. She takes me so well, I don’t care how long this is going to last. Taking her like this feels better than mainlining fucking heroine.

Her escalating cries spur me on. Each time I advance into her, Ripley makes the most incredible sounds. The woman who stripped off and rode me like a goddamn pro in an abandoned building is roaring back to life.

Each plunge reignites the sore bruises that I can feel littering me, but the pain is inconsequential. It sharpens my senses until I can practically taste her sweet arousal dancing in the lingering steam.

“Raine,” she pants. “I’m so close.”

“Let go then, babe.”

Driving into her hard and fast, I feel her clench tight. The increased pressure is pushing me to the finish line too quickly. I’m happy to go fast, but I still need to satisfy her first.

Ripley cries out again, her moans reaching a fever-pitch. I can feel her climaxing as every muscle tightens, holding her on the verge of a steep plummet before letting her freefall.

She isn’t allowed to come down from that high. Not yet. I want her limp and boneless by the time she leaves this shower. Maybe then she’ll think twice before hiding from me again.

Collecting moisture by gliding my thumb over her clit, I search for the tight ring of muscle I used as a compass earlier. She’s a gasping wreck, but the moment my thumb locates her asshole, Ripley jerks back to life.

“Oh God!”

“Hold still. You’re okay.”

Her voice takes a hot as fuck, guttural note as my thumb pushes into her backside. I’m still sheathed inside her, and with both holes now filled, she’s trembling so hard it feels like vibrations.

“Do you like it when I play with your asshole, dirty girl?”

“Yes,” she whines.

“Are you going to come all over my cock again?”

“I can’t… I’m…”

“That’s the wrong answer.”

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