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“I want your beauty to fuck me like a beast.” That gets a groan out of him. The smile trying to curl my lips is full of sin. My cock thickens achingly against his hand.
He turns my head toward him and takes my mouth. My brain gets wondrously empty of all my thoughts as our lips move against each other. God, this beast of a man. He shifts his grip on me, holding me firm, his fingers tightening on my jaw, his thumb pressing around my neck. He coaxes my mouth open, spearing his tongue in. We’re all teeth and tongues, fervor and passion. My fingers twist through his curls while I grind my ass against his big cock, feeling my body thrumming with want. His hands are pulling at my clothes, and soon, my hoodie and tank top are lying on the floor next to my shoes and jeans.
As he takes off his bloody shirt, I enter one of the showers and start the water—hoping it will drown out the noises I’ll surely make. Then I grab the perfume-free body soap—this will have to do since we don’t have lube—and slick my fingers with it. I place a hand on the wall, push my ass up and open my legs, turning my head toward him as I thrust two fingers inside me.
Rague’s hand freezes on the front of his pants, his dark eyes flaring. His chest is rising faster than normal as he stares at my pumping hand. The air around us is suddenly crackling with the intensity of our desire.
I add another finger and let out a slutty moan while I fuck myself on them. I need him to take me so badly. Rail me and pin me down and own my ass. I’m so desperate for it that I grimace at myself until I’m pushed against the shower wall, face pressing into the cold tiles, water hitting my arm and hip. Rague spreads my legs wider with his hairy thigh, and a large blob of cold body soap drips between my butt cheeks just before he drives inside.
“Is this what you want?” he asks in a low, rough voice. He grabs my chin in a punishing grip and angles my face back, so that I’m looking into his eyes when I feel him shove deeper within me. He grunts as his cock slides home, and his hips hit my ass, taking my breath away. His jaw is tight. His eyes are blazing.
The neediness inside me settles as I feel the usual burn of his cock stretching me and filling me so damn fully. I shout his name when he grinds against me, opening me up even more. He responds with a choked, groaning noise. His head falls back as he starts to ride my ass.
“I’ll give it to you hard. Get what I fucking need. What we both need.”
“Yeah, just like that,” I beg him. My body jerks with every hard thrust, his hips bruising the soft skin of my ass for how hard he’s pistoning into me. And all I want is more.
His grip on my hip tightens as he fucks me harder, rougher, driving that thick, fat dick inside me again and again.
I drop my hand to grab mine, but he bats it away with a snarl. There’s a possessive gleam in his hungry, dominating eyes, and I’d be amused if I wasn’t so damn desperate to come.
He jackhammers relentlessly inside me, hitting my prostate every damn time. “You can fucking take it. All of it. Your ass is filled to the brim.” He slaps it, making me whimper. “But I want to stuff you more. Need more,” he growls and grabs my thigh, lifting it high on the side, opening me even more to his onslaught.God, he’s reaching even deeper now.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he snarls. He pulls back on my half-loose ponytail, causing my neck to bend and my torso to arch more. The water cascades down on us from the side, our bodies are slick with it and sweat.
“I said,” he slaps my ass so fucking hard. The sting makes me clench around him. And damn, I feel like his cock is growing even bigger. “Tell me.”Slap. I moan. “You are.”Slap, slap. “Mine!” He shoves his shaft so deep, I almost feel it in my throat.
“Fuuuck! Of course, I’m yours when you’re balls-deep inside me and drilling me like there’s no tomorrow, you beast!” I retort, earning another slap and then the pounding of my life.
“That damn sassy mouth,” he pants. “I fucking love the hell out of it. I fucking love you.” His sudden declaration makes my heart detonate with fucking adoration and obsession.
After what we’ve gone through together, I feel like this is not only the union of our bodies, but our souls are intertwined as well.
I groan, arching up to meet each of his thrusts, scratching my fingers on the wall and writhing on his cock. “I love you, Rague.”
Another ball-tingling grunt comes out of him. “Say it again.” His voice is rough and a little raw.
“I love you more than anything.” I sound raspy and choked.
Suddenly, my orgasm crashes into me without warning. My balls tighten, and a long moan escapes as wave after wave of pleasure hits me. I cover the shower tiles with thick ropes of cum, my walls pulsing around his cock, sucking it deeper—never wanting to let go. Rague lets out a feral growl, slamming his hips forward harder, faster, making my orgasm last longer and my eyes cross.
So good!
He lets my leg down, and I move my hands back and open my ass cheeks to give him a better view of his big cock spearing my hole.
“Fuck, kitty,” he croaks, and I feel his thumb brushing my stretched rim.
“In me,” I beg, tightening around him. “Come deep inside me.”
Rague pulls hard on my hair and snarls in my ear. His cock throbs as he buries all ten long inches in. And I cry out as I feel him pouring and pumping his thick, warm cum inside. He groans while I’m milking him for all he’s got. His head drops back, exposing the thick column of his throat that I want to bite and cover in hickeys.
His hips continue to grind and twitch as he chases his bliss before collapsing on top of me—catching his weight with a hand on the wall.
Our breaths are coming in short, sharp bursts. Fuck, I came untouched. Never happened before. And I want to do it again. Not right now, but damn, that was unbelievable.
“Good boy,” he breathes, and I preen at his praise.
“Good beastie,” I tease back, and he huffs with amusement.
