Page 72 of Scornful

When I part them gently, she complies, bracing herself against the shower wall.

I wash between her legs carefully, but I can feel her trembling.

When I'm done, I press a kiss to her inner thigh before standing.

"Turn around," I instruct, and she does, presenting me with the gorgeous curve of her ass.

I soap her back, working out tiny knots in her shoulders, then move lower.

My hands cup her ass, kneading the flesh, and she pushes back against me.

"You're killing me," she groans.

"Just being attentive," I say, but any bit of control I might have is fading, and fast. "Making sure my woman is taken care of."

When I'm done washing her, she turns in my arms, reaching for the soap. "My turn."

Her small hands on my body are torture and heaven combined.

She explores my chest, tracing scars and ink, before moving lower.

When she wraps a soapy hand around my cock, I hiss through my teeth. "Fuck, Astrid."

She strokes me slowly, base to tip, while her other hand cups my balls.

The combination of hot water, her touch, and the sight of her on her knees has me on edge embarrassingly fast.

"I need to be inside you," I growl, pulling her up.

"Yes," she breathes, and I lift her, pressing her back against the tile wall.

She wraps her legs around my waist as I position myself at her entrance.

One thrust and I'm home, buried deep in her wet pussy.

We both groan at the sensation. "You feel so good," I pant against her neck. "So fuckin’ perfect."

I start to move, slow and deep, savoring every slide in and out of her body.

She clings to me, nails digging into my shoulders, little sounds of pleasure escaping her lips.

"Harder," she demands, and I comply, picking up the pace.

The shower fills with the sounds of our bodies coming together, her cries echoing off the walls.

When I feel her starting to tighten around me, I reach between us to find her clit.

"Come for me, princess," I command. "Let me feel you."

She shatters with a cry of my name, her pussy clenching around my cock.

The sensation triggers my own release, and I bury myself deep as I come, marking her from the inside.

We stay like that for a moment, panting against each other as the water continues to rain down.

When I finally lower her to her feet, her legs are shaky.

"You okay?" I ask, steadying her.

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