Page 99 of Nuts

“Hold onto that shower head,” he demanded.

He gripped my hips firmly in his hands. And, while I held the showerhead in mine, he began to fuck me like he was teaching me a lesson. I wondered just what I did to send him into such a furious frenzy, only because I needed to know how to do it again.

The heat from the shower, my increased heart rate from the sex, and the fact that I was getting a stroke of dick per second proved to be too much for me to handle over any measurable period of time.

A tension built within me that cause me to fear what might follow.

It was apparent he liked it when I was vocal, and although it wasn’t natural for me to be so, I chose to step out of my comfort zone for a moment.

“I want you to come,” I said.

“Come inside of me,” I begged. “I want it.”

The hot water beat down against my chest, each drop feeling like a small needle against my tender nipples.

His hips continued to pound against my ass, filling the shower with the sound of our sex. My clit was being pummeled by his balls with each full stroke, and I wondered just how much longer I could take it.

“Come, please,” I said through my teeth. “Fill me with it.”

I felt him begin to swell.

His breathing changed.

Thank God.

He released my hips, but continued his fast-paced pounding. His hands slid up my body and came to rest on my boobs. He gripped the wet flesh in his hands, and began to knead them as he pinched my nipples.

Yes.

Please.

When I felt that I couldn’t possibly last another second, I felt my inner walls contract against his thickness.

“Come…please…come.”

He erupted inside of me with such force that that it sent a sensation through me I was sure to never forget.

Then, I followed.

“Oh…my…God,” I wailed.

The orgasm shot through me from my toes to my nipples, and then returned, repeatedly. It wasn’t simple, it wasn’t short, and it wasn’t an orgasm.

Whatever it was, it was the plural form, because it continued for some time. Over, and over. With it came a wave of emotion, and when it ended, the emotion remained within me.

My legs went weak.

He caught me in his arms.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“No,” I said, as if he’d asked the dumbest question ever. “You just boned me until my brains turned to mush.”

He cradled me in his arms. “I was trying to prove a point.”

“Which was?”

“I don’t know. I think I wanted to make sure you were never going to leave me.”