Page 127 of Bad Run

Then he’s gone.

Water rains down my body as I open my eyes to find Lance rolling the condom down his thick length.

“Ready?” he asks, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“So ready,” I sigh.

The blood in my veins sings, calling him to the shore like a siren’s call.

“Hold on tight.” He places his hands under my ass and lifts me up, pushing me against the cool tile. “If at any point it’s too much, you say stop and I stop, okay?”

I nod.

“Words, baby. I need to hear them. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

“I say stop, you stop. But I know you won’t hurt me.”

“Never,” he promises, kissing me slowly and deeply, notching his cock at my entrance.

Draping my legs over his arms, he spreads my knees open and slides his thick cock into me in one thrust.

“Exactly how I remembered. Only better,” he groans.

I cling to his shoulders as the pain of him stretching me melts away with each thrust of his cock.

“More. Please,” I beg. “Give it to me, Lance. Harder.”

“I’ll give you anything. Everything. It’s yours.” Lance grunts as he swivels his hips, hitting that spot deep inside me, filling me completely.

“Lance.” I whimper his name like a benediction. A prayer for him to worship the wanton goddess within.

“I know. I’ve got you,” he grinds out.

The sound of water and slapping skin fills the air as Lance slams into me.

“Yes.” My pussy sucks him in deeper, refusing to let him go.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your pussy is strangling my dick. So needy. Sucking my cock like she can’t live without me.”

“Oh god. Don’t stop,” I pant.

The filth slipping off his tongue has my pelvic muscles clenching and spasming. He grinds the base of his dick into my clit, and sparks shoot through me.

“Does my wife like when I talk dirty to her?” He punctuates each word with a thrust, driving me higher.

“Yes.” I dig my fingernails into his upper back and hold on.

“Ride me harder. Show me how much you love my cock buried deep inside your wet pussy.” My hips undulate, taking him deeper, reaching for the edge that’s just out of grasp. “Atta girl. Just like that. I love how your pussy squeezes my dick. I can’t wait to fill you up with my cum. But first, I need you to come on my cock. Right fucking now.”

My body obeys, and I detonate with a toe-curling, heart-stopping explosion.

Lance fucks me through my orgasm and when I finally come back down to earth, he’s staring at me, his blue eyes blazing.

If he wasn’t holding me up, I’d have collapsed at the look of raw desire in his gaze.

He slowly drags his cock out of me and places me on my feet. He holds me up as I look down at his still hard cock covered in red and pink streaks. My period blood marking him. A soft voice whispers, Mine, in my head as I stare at his hard dick.

“Fucking hot, isn’t it?” he asks, wrapping his hand around his cock and giving it a few long strokes.