Page 88 of Wild Thing
The water splashed off both our bodies and steam was beginning to fog up the shower screen.
The splat sound of her ass slamming down onto my dick mixed with her short and sharp moans had gotten me so fucking worked up.
She leaned forward and whipped her long silken hair back, sticking to her skin.
Arching her back, she rotated her hips in circles, feeling every inch of me inside her.
She bent over slightly, arching her back even more, and gave me a hell of a view while she rode me with a solid rhythm.
Gripping me tightly, she squeezed her inner walls tight as she bounced up and down on me over and over again.
“Fuck Brax,” she panted. “I forgot how–”
My name on her lips nearly sent me over the edge. I thrusted into her. “What?”
She didn’t answer me. Instead, she rolled her hips again, circling my cock like water circles a drain.
My thrusts were getting more ruthless and intense.
I slid a hand to the front of her pussy, and made little circles on her swollen clit.
“Come for me again,” I demanded.
Leaning her back into me, she surrendered to the sensations I was unleashing on her body.
The sound of me pounding into her made a violent slapping sound, splattering water everywhere.
If our first sexual encounter was considered love making; then this was a hard and fast fuck.
I circled her clit faster, squeezing one of her heavy tits with my other hand, doing everything I could not to come inside her. I made a mental note to ask her about birth control. I had no doubt she was on it, but wanted to be sure.
I pumped into her as I felt her contract around my dick, teetering on the edge.
A few more seconds and Dylan’s breathing labored, her legs shaking as she struggled to contain the orgasm that was about to rip through her beautiful body.
“Come for me baby,” I whispered into her wet skin.
She contracted one final time, before releasing a cry of pure pleasure as her body shattered into a million little pieces.
I fucked her harder as she met her maker.
I felt her pussy pulsate, before she melted onto me, like candle wax.
I caught a glimpse of her in the mirror. Her face was flushed, slick wet hair stuck to her body, and she had a look of fire burning in her eyes.
She was pure sex.
A fucking wild animal, built to fuck.
Sliding herself off me, I slapped her ass hard, marking her skin red with my handprint.
In one swift movement, I spun her around and stood up, crashing my mouth onto hers and kissing her hungrily.
I pushed her back against the shower glass, the sound echoing in the bathroom above the constant stream of water.
With one hand, I grabbed both of Dylans’ wrists and locked them above her head, dropping my face to her tits, sucking one peaked nipple, then running my tongue along to the other. She bucked against the restraint, moaning as I playfully bit her nipple.
Releasing her wrists, she wrapped her arms around my neck, allowing me to hoist her up.
