Page 34 of Harbinger

“More.”

“I hate you!”

“Yet, you can’t get enough of me. Now fucking beg for my cock like the dirty little slut that you are for me.”

“Please… fuck… fuck my ass.”

“Mmm… there it is… excellent.” He growled at my ear. “As you wish.”

In the next second, he pulled almost all the way out, then rammed back in hard, making me scream and lurch against the wall, my cheek smearing all over my own juices that I hadn’t yet finished licking up.

He didn’t stop then. There was no more easing in or taking it easy.

He fucked me like a madman, slamming back and forth rapid-fire. It was brutal and completely overwhelming, and with every merciless thrust, it took me closer and closer to the edge, bliss building so quickly I could barely see straight.

“Slap your cunt while you take my cock up your ass,” he commanded.

Shit,I just did it. I just fucking did it, spreading my legs wider to get better access, then raining down harsh slaps on my own pussy.

“Oh my God,” I cried, my thighs shaking from that and with him fucking me so violently.

He snarled and tightened his hold on my hand against the wall. “Now flick that clit. Hard. Don’t fucking stop.”

I screamed as I did it and it sent a shot of sharp pain through me, making my entire body shudder.

A dark chuckle sounded from him. “Keep going. Harder. Harsher. Abuse that cunt like I’m abusing this hot ass.”

I trembled all over, and then it all crashed together and I shrieked as ecstasy tore through me, and I was a shuddering mess against the wall.

“Ungh… yeah… fuck, the way you’re squeezing my cock buried in your slut ass…. yeah.”

He suddenly batted my hand away, then shoved three fingers inside my pussy, driving right down on my sweet spot all at once.

I lurched and slammed my ass back against him, losing control and ramming back on him like a wild, completely unhinged thing.

His snarls melded with my cries as he pounded into me from both ends, curling his fingers and scraping, until ecstasy surged, and I sprayed all over the tile.

A roar from him filled the small space between us, just a second before I felt his hot cum spurt deep inside my ass.

Before I could catch my breath, he pulled his cock and fingers out, then he was shoving me to my knees, fisting my hair, then using the hold to drag my face through the fresh mess I’d just made, coating my cheeks and nose in it.

I sputtered and gagged, barely able to breathe, and as he roughly released me, I collapsed onto the shower floor in a ball as the water cascaded down all over me, while I shook there from the aftershocks of my orgasms.

He stared down at me, just watching silently for a moment as water drenched his hair, face, and bare chest too, even as he tucked himself back into his pants.

Something flickered in his eyes that I didn’t understand.

And then he surprised me as he gathered me in his arms and carried me out of the shower.

He grabbed a towel off a nearby rail and draped it around me, then held me tightly to him as he stroked my hair and back. “It’s all right. You’re all right,” he breathed at my ear.

His comforting words had me clutching his biceps tightly and holding him to me.

“Do you hurt?” he asked quietly. “I know you can heal fast, but—”

“No. I mean, only in a good way.”

He tilted my chin up and I found him smiling down at me with a mixture of surprise and pride. “I’m glad, sweetheart.” He stroked my jaw. “You took me impressively well.”

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