Chapter 13 - Anton
My cock plunges into her tight little pussy and stretches her open like the monster it is. She screams as I thrust deep into her, growling dark warnings that I am not sure she can hear because she is so lost to the pleasure of my cock.
“I’ll never let you go,” I whisper in heated breath against her ear.
She cries out again as my cock pushes into her.
Her nails dig into my flesh. Her lips are parted and her breathing is heavy.
Water streams over her face and runs from her lips like a silver river as her hair sticks to the wall behind her and her body jolts with each thrust of my hips.
I watch everything. I watch her face, every flicker of her expression. I watch for her pleasure, for her desperation. I watch and I adjust each movement to lead her deeper into the overwhelming connection I feel between us.
Her legs are spread around me, and her tight little pussy is like a glove over my cock. Mine to wear. Mine to enjoy. Mine to fuck.
Her breasts bounce beautifully with each movement. Her nipples are hard as water streams over them, over her body, running along the curves that make her so beautiful and then splashing between us. I look down at her pussy, watching my cock push into her, and how when I pull out her pussy lips are wrapped around me, trying to pull me back into her. I watch as I thrust in and listen to her beautifully erotic moans of pleasure.
Her tiny little pixie pussy spreading for my massive cock is something I could watch forever.
I drag my eyes up, over her body, over her breasts, taking in every inch of her perfection.
Looking up at her, I am caught in the beauty of her eyes, those pools of mystery and defiance. That sharp stare that leaves me wanting more every time. There is no defiance in them now. Only her…melting to my will, giving herself freely to me.
Reaching up, I wrap my hand around her throat and tighten my fingers just enough to claim her.
I hover my lips over hers and whisper, “You will never belong to anyone but me, Izabel.”
Then I lock my lips over hers and fuck her harder.
It shocks me how quickly she is shaking again, how quickly she is ready to come all over my cock. And when her muscles start tightening around my shaft, I tighten my fingers around her throat.
Her body responds as her legs begin to shake.
The closer she gets to orgasm, the closer I get, just watching her, just having her.
Suddenly, she gasps, and her lips part, and her breathing stops.
The second orgasm is more intense than the first. Her pussy locks around my cock, and all I can do is push deeper into her.
I explode inside her as she convulses around me.
Perfection.
Release.
As I lower her to the ground, our breathing is synced.
Her eyes are half-closed, and her lips are curled into a dazed smile.
The water is still hot, rushing over us, so I take the soap and begin to gently lather it over her skin and mine, letting our bodies rub together, letting the scent of pine mix with the steam.
She doesn’t speak, but she is receptive, reaching up to touch my face when I pull her back against my chest. Her lips don’t hesitate to part when I lean down to kiss her.
She is open to me.
After the shower, I dry her off, but I am reluctant to let this moment end.
Izabel is never vulnerable. She never lets me see this side of her. She has dropped her walls and allowed me inside her castle, and I want to stay here for as long as I can before she shuts me out again.
