ROWAN.
I broke.
The need ripped through me so hard I started begging like a desperate whore.
“Yesss… daddy… yes please, daddy… I’m begging you… please, daddy… please…” My voice cracked and shook.
Hot tears mixed with the warm shower water running down my face and dripping off my chin.
“Please fill me up with your big fat cock… turn me into your personal nasty whore… fuck me deep… fuck me hard… split me open… make me scream your name until my throat is raw…” I kept begging, louder, filthier, because I knew I would lose my fucking mind if this ended without every thick inch of him buried inside me.
I needed the stretch.
I needed the burn.
I needed him to wreck me completely.
He chuckled low and dark against my ear.
The vibration of that sound went straight down my spine and made my cock jump.
“Good boy.” Then he whispered, voice dripping, hot breath ghosting over the wet skin of my ear.
“Now before daddy fills you up with his cock… why don’t you do something that will make him proud of you?” My mind lit up like fire.
I can do just that.
I immediately reached behind me.
My wet fingers stretched until they wrapped around his thick, heavy cock.
It was so hot it almost burned my palm, already slick and sticky with precum.
I started stroking him—long, tight pulls from the base all the way up to the swollen head.
I heard him try to choke back a moan.
The sound was deep and strained, like he was fighting not to lose control.
That only made me stroke harder.
Up and down.
Slow, then faster.
The more I worked him, the thicker he grew in my hand.
I could feel every raised vein pulsing under my fingers.
He kept getting bigger, heavier, hotter.
I was mesmerized… and fucking scared.
Would I even be able to take every single inch of this monster?
My hand kept pumping him.
I felt his grip on my own cock loosen completely.
He was losing focus because of what I was doing to him.
His breathing turned ragged and loud, hot air hitting the back of my neck in short bursts.
“Oooh fuckkkk…” he finally groaned, raw and deep.
That sound almost made me cum on the spot.
It was pure filthy music vibrating through my bones.
I stroked him faster, rougher.
His precum poured over my fingers, thick and slippery, making every slide wet and nasty.
The bathroom was filled with the wet sound of my fist working him mixed with the falling water.
I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.
Just touching him like this was turning me inside out.
My own cock throbbed so hard it ached.
After a few more minutes I pulled my hand away and turned to face him.
His eyes were almost black with lust.
He looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole.
Before I could even breathe he grabbed the back of my neck—fingers hot and firm on my wet skin—and crushed his mouth against mine.
The kiss was filthy from the first second.
His thick tongue shoved deep into my mouth, hot and demanding, licking everywhere, claiming every corner.
I moaned into it and he groaned back, the sound vibrating against my lips and straight down my throat.
He sucked hard on my tongue, then bit my bottom lip until it stung, then pushed back in even deeper.
Spit mixed between us.
The kiss was messy, desperate, full of heat and hunger.
My knees almost gave out from how good it felt.
We finally broke apart, both panting hard, chests heaving against each other.
Warm water ran down our faces.
I gave him one soft, wet peck on the lips, then dropped to my knees on the shower floor.
The cold tiles pressed against my shins.
I started at his neck—kissing, licking, sucking the warm wet skin while my hands rubbed over his hard chest.
I felt his whole body vibrate under my palms.
I kissed lower, over his collarbone, down the middle of his stomach, until I reached his navel.
I circled it with my tongue and felt him shiver hard.
Then I was face to face with his cock.
I froze.
It looked even bigger up close, the head shiny with thick precum that kept beading and dripping in long sticky strings.
The smell of him was strong and musky and made my mouth water so hard I almost drooled.
I swallowed, opened as wide as I could, and took him in.
“Oooh fuck…” I moaned around the thick length stretching my lips.
It was so fucking huge.
My jaw already ached from the stretch.
The taste of his precum hit my tongue—salty and addictive.
I started bobbing my head, going up and down while my hand stroked the thick inches I couldn’t fit yet.
The wet heat of my mouth mixed with the shower water.
I looked up at him.
His eyes were squeezed shut, mouth hanging open, deep sexy moans spilling out of him nonstop.
Those sounds made me greedy.
I wanted to take him deeper.
I wanted to make him proud.
I sped up.
Faster.
Wetter.
The filthy sound of my mouth sucking his cock—wet, loud, obscene—filled the whole bathroom and mixed with the rush of water.
He brought both hands to my head and started pushing me down, forcing more of that thick cock into my throat.
I gagged hard, eyes watering, spit running down my chin and dripping onto my chest.
My throat fluttered around him.
He was loving every second of it—hips twitching, groans getting louder and more broken.
My own cock was throbbing so hard it hurt.
I wrapped one hand around myself and started stroking fast while I sucked him.
The dual pleasure made my stomach tighten.
Just pleasing him was already pushing me to the edge.
It felt like I could cum just from making him feel this good.
“Oooh yeah… that’s it… right there… take it…” he groaned, voice broken and rough.
“Ooooooooh… ffffffuuuuckkkkk… fffuckkkkk…” His stomach muscles tensed hard under my free hand.
His hips jerked forward, pushing even deeper.
“My little slut… you’re doing such a fucking good job…” he growled, voice thick with pure ecstasy.
After a few more minutes I pulled off his cock with a long wet pop.
Thick strings of spit and precum connected my swollen lips to the shiny head.
I switched to just my hand, stroking him fast and tight while I stared up at his face, watching every reaction.
His abs flexed.
His thighs shook.
Thick precum kept leaking over my fingers and dripping onto the floor in long sticky drops.
Then I leaned in, cupped his heavy balls with my free hand, and took them into my mouth one at a time.
They were warm, soft, and heavy on my tongue.
I sucked them like candy, rolling them around—while I kept stroking his thick cock hard.
His cock twitched violently every time I sucked a little stronger.
More precum poured out, coating my hand completely and making the strokes even slicker.
I wanted that cock inside me so badly it hurt.
I wanted him to bend me over and pound me until I couldn’t walk straight for days.
I looked straight up into his eyes while I sucked his balls and jerked him.
That was the last straw.
He suddenly grabbed me under the arms and yanked me up like I weighed nothing.
His mouth crashed onto mine again.
His tongue shoved deep, and I was sure he could taste himself all over meg.
The kiss was even filthier this time—hungry, messy, full of his deep groans vibrating into my mouth and my desperate whimpers.
We broke apart, both breathing hard, chests heaving, lips shiny and swollen.
He looked at me with dark, dangerous eyes and finally spoke, voice low and deadly serious.
“I’m not going to let you go until your legs shake so hard you can’t even walk.” A slow, filthy smile curved his lips.
“Time for me to pay you back for being such a good little slut for me.”