ROWAN He asked me again, voice low and rough against my ear.
I swallowed hard.
My eyes squeezed shut.
I bit down on my bottom lip until it hurt.
I was already so hard it ached.
My cock stood straight up, the head shiny and wet, a thick string of precum dripping down the shaft and mixing with the shower water.
I should just say yes.
I should let him keep going before I lost my mind.
I opened my mouth… then stopped.
Wouldn’t that make me look cheap?
Giving in this fast after everything that happened tonight?
Maybe I should wait a little longer.
Play hard to get.
That thought barely formed before his open palm cracked hard across my ass again.
Smack.
A broken moan ripped out of my throat.
My eyes flew shut tighter.
He didn’t pull his hand away.
He pressed his whole palm against the stinging cheek and squeezed, rubbing the burn deeper into my skin while his hot breath stayed glued to my ear.
“Ooh fuck…” I thought, almost scared of myself.
“I have never made a sound like that from just a spank.
What the hell is he doing to me?” His hand left my ass slowly.
His thick veiny fingers dragged over my wet skin, up the side of my body, across my ribs, over my stomach.
Every place he touched sent a deep, dirty vibration straight into my bones.
I swallowed hard again, throat clicking.
“Ooh fuck… what is he doing to me…?” It felt like his fingers were leaving fire wherever they went.
The heat sank lower and lower until my whole body was trembling.
His hand finally reached my neck.
He wrapped his fingers around the side of it—firm, possessive—and yanked me back against his chest.
A low, hungry groan rolled out of his mouth right next to my ear.
The movement shoved his thick cock harder against the small of my back.
I could feel every hot, heavy inch of it, the head already slick, trying to push between my cheeks like it wanted inside.
“You trying to play hard to get, baby?” he whispered, voice dark and amused.
I almost nodded.
That voice alone made my cock jump hard against nothing.
His other hand started moving.
It slid over my chest first, slow and filthy, fingers brushing across my nipples until they tightened into hard little peaks.
He pinched one lightly, rolled it between his fingers, then dragged his palm lower.
He circled my navel with the pad of his finger, slow and teasing, then pressed in just enough to make my stomach flutter.
Everything he did felt sexual.
My cock throbbed so hard it slapped against my stomach and left a wet smear of precum there.
“He’s too fucking good at this…” I thought, dizzy.
“Way too good.” Then his hand finally closed around my cock.
I was soaked—shower water mixed with the thick precum that kept leaking from the tip in steady drops.
His big hand wrapped around me completely, hot and tight, and he started stroking.
Slow at first.
Long pulls from the base all the way up to the swollen head.
The wet sound of skin on skin filled the shower.
He kept breathing heavily against my ear the whole time.
Every hot exhale made my knees weak.
“Why is he just so fucking good…” I couldn’t explain the feeling.
It was like a deep, dirty vibration trying to take over every single part of me.
He tightened his grip and stroked faster.
His thumb dragged hard over the sensitive head on every upward stroke, spreading the precum around in slick, filthy circles until the whole shaft was shiny and dripping.
I opened my mouth and sucked in a sharp, shaky breath because it suddenly felt like my lungs weren’t working right.
“Oooh shit—” He didn’t stop.
He kept giving me—long strokes from root to tip, then short, just under the ridge of the head where I was most sensitive.
My hips jerked forward on their own.
He chuckled low against my ear and slowed down again, teasing, squeezing the base while his thumb kept rubbing slow circles over the leaking slit.
His hand left the shaft for a second and dropped lower.
Warm fingers cupped my balls, rolling them gently at first, then massaging them firmer, tugging just enough to make my stomach tighten.
His thumb pressed against the sensitive spot right behind them and rubbed in slow circles while his other fingers kept stroking my cock again.
“O-ooh… shh…ittt…” I bit my lip hard, trying to hold the sounds in, but they kept spilling out broken and needy.
He went back to full strokes, faster now, twisting his wrist on the upstroke so his palm dragged perfectly over the head every single time.
Precum kept pouring out of me, making everything louder, wetter, filthier.
“Fuck… fuck… ooh shit—” I moaned, voice cracking.
He squeezed the tip between his fingers and thumb, milking another thick, sticky drop out of me, then stroked all the way down to the base again, tight and relentless.
My thighs were shaking.
My cock throbbed hard in his fist, so sensitive it almost hurt in the best way.
Every stroke pulled another broken sound out of my throat.
He never stopped whispering against my ear.
Never stopped breathing heat onto my skin.
Never stopped touching me like he already knew exactly how to ruin me.
… ..
.
He then spoke up again “Are you willing to answer me?” he growled right against my ear, voice thick and rough.
My moans were feeding him.
Every broken, slutty sound that left my mouth made him groan deeper into my ear, and those groans were destroying me.
They made my cock throb harder.
They made me want to drop to my knees.
They made me want to beg like a desperate whore.
“Oooh fuckkkkk—” I swallowed hard, throat tight.
The pleasure was climbing fast, heavy and mean in my gut.
I forced my eyes open but everything was blurry.
My vision was fucked.
I couldn’t think about anything except his hand and the thick heat of his cock pressed against my back.
He kept stroking me—tight, wet, relentless—while his other hand rolled and squeezed my balls.
Then his palm cracked across my ass for the third time.
Smack.
My eyes slammed shut.
My mouth fell open wide.
A long, messy, broken moan ripped out of me, tongue hanging, voice cracking like I was already getting fucked.
“Answer me, baby,” he snarled, pumping my cock harder now—fast, rough strokes that made my knees almost give out.
“Do you want my big cock inside of you?” His thumb kept circling the swollen tip, pressing right into the slit, spreading the thick precum around like he was trying to force it open.
That alone made my whole body jerk and shake.
I couldn’t hold it anymore.
“Y-yes—!” I screamed, the word tearing out of my throat raw.
I nodded so hard my wet hair slapped against his chest.
I nodded over and over like a desperate animal, almost frantic, almost crying from how good it felt.
“That isn’t an answer,” he said, and then he sank his teeth into the soft skin of my ear.
My whole body convulsed.
A violent wave of pure filthy pleasure shot straight down my spine and into my cock, making it jump hard in his fist.
“Yesss… yesss… oooh fuck… y-yesssss…” I half-sobbed, voice shaking, still drowning in the wet, nasty sound of his hand working me.
He chuckled.
The sound was dark, low, and so fucking dirty it made my cock leak even more.
“Beg me for it.” His grip tightened.
“Beg me for my big hard cock to fill you up.”