Page 23 of Big Baby
“Another one?”
“Mmm.”
The second finger stung as he pushed it in, but well-lubed with spit and with his care, it felt incredible. Just the right amount of stretch.
“Please fuck me,” I begged, beginning to writhe my hips up and down for more traction. “Please, I need you inside me.”
“Turn around, beautiful,” he said from his position on the floor, his fingers falling out of me as I twisted, my back landing on the cool shower wall. “Let me see the pussy I’m going to destroy.”
He had to duck to reach me, but his lips latched on and licked up and down my pussy, avoiding my clit until I was squirming for more. I shoved one hand over my mouth to muffle my moans, and the other landed in his hair, holding him steady.
When his tongue flickered over my clit, I cried out into my palm. Bellamy could arrive any moment, might already have, needed to be careful. No one wanted to hear their roommate fuck in the shared shower.
Harry took his time eating me out, in no rush to get anywhere despite the clock ticking away. He’d taken a day off from work for this appointment, but school was out now, he needed to keep to his routine so no one got suspicious.
But I couldn’t bring myself to make him stop.
Finally, he stood, scooped me up, and without waiting a damn second, impaled me on his cock. When my eyes widened and my mouth opened on a scream, he covered it, pressing my head back into the tiles as he drove inside me.
God, it was so big, so filling, stretching me out, thunking against my cervix in a way that had my eyes rolling back. From this position, standing up, my weight pushed him in further, making everything so much more intense. There wasn’t a millimeter of space between us. Our skin was wet, slick and sticking together as he fucked me and I held on for dear life as water splashed between us.
Once we had a rhythm, his hands moved, one to my ass, the other to my tit. I didn’t know where to focus, could only cling the hell on as his fingers found my asshole again and pushed in, both working to hold me up and drive me crazy.
So full, with his cock and his fingers, fucking in tandem into me. “Fuck, I love this body,” he growled against my ear. “Love fucking you, playing with you, making you mine.”
“I am,” I said, breathy. “I am yours. And you’re mine.”
He groaned and squeezed my tit, massaging it, working the nipple like he was trying to milk me. He was in for asurprise from the previous time when we’d only managed a few drops.
Now, it came in streams. When the shower was on and I stimulated them, milk poured from my nipples. When I’d achieved it last night, all I could think about was how he’d react to it. And he didn’t disappoint.
“Holy shit,” he said on a moan, ducking down to swallow up what I was offering him. He had to hunch, but he sucked and fucked and drove me to oblivion, right to the edge, drinking down, swallowing up my milk.
When he popped off and straightened, looking down at me with a question in his eye and full mouth, I nodded.
His kiss was fierce, and the fluid that flooded over my tongue was musky and sweet. My milk, he fed me my milk, and we kissed through it, our tongues battling to chase the flavor, our bodies fighting to gulp down every drop.
He did it again, dipping down and sucking my nipple until he had a mouthful. But this time he held my lips open, his fingers clawing into my cheek.
“Stick out your tongue,” he demanded, his voice a bit garbled, and I did, willing and ready for whatever he had planned.
He spat the milk to me, letting it dribble from his mouth and into mine before slamming our lips together.
It was messy, fiery, and so damn intense that it sent me over the edge. The roughness of his skin rubbing against my clit as he fucked me, the fingers in my ass, the dirtiness and obsession in what we were doing? It was so damn perfect I exploded.
“Oh, shit,” Harry said, burrowing his face into my neck. His cock spasmed and filled me, growing harder than ever as he came too. We panted and writhed together, coming down in slow increments at the same time, the hot water beginning to cool.
He pushed his cock into me once more, twice more, then stopped, catching his breath but staying inside me. His fingers slipped from my hole and he let me settle my feet on the floor. That’s when his cock slid out, slick and shiny with his cum and mine.
The now-cold water soothed our heated skin as we stared at each other, once again distracted away from being sensible.
“I need to see,” he muttered, then sank to his knees.
I watched him as he pushed my legs around and spread my pussy lips apart. He looked at me with such reverence, then ran his fingers through the cum dripping down my thigh. He scooped it and pushed it all back in.
“Bit late for that,” I said between panting breaths.
“Never too late for that.” He kissed my pussy, a chaste but firm kiss. Then rested his head against my thigh.
