job, but it’s different with Gage. You’re mine. His hands worship me, promising to give me as much pleasure as he takes.
The shower is like a furnace even though Gage blocks most of the water. Steam rises, slippery and hot. Through his drenched slacks pulses a perfect outline of his giant cock. It’s as though he shoved a pipe down his pants. His lids slowly close as I touch him, curling my fingers over his girth, wondering how he’ll fit inside me. I look at him for instruction.
His eyes snap open. “Turn the fuck around and bend over.”
I hear the wet plop of his pants falling to the floor as I turn around, hands braced against the glass. Then his hand rides up my back, flipping my dress over. My breath hitches as he grabs my panties and tears them from my legs as though they’re made of cobwebs.
He teases me first, sliding his thick fingers through my throbbing lips. His other hand glides up my curves to grab my tits. It’s like a stroke of lightning electrifying my body. Heat pounds my pussy when I feel a broad pressure parting my lips. I know it’s his cock, and I fucking want it so badly. Moaning, I buck against him, but he draws back.
“Please. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
My skin shivers as he turns his head, nuzzling my neck. “This is the beginning.”
And my moan erupts into a scream of pleasure. He squeezes through, widening my walls as his cock slides into me like butter. My arms buckle, the elbows flat against the glass as Gage tightens his arm around my waist and anchors in.
“You’re—oh my God!”
“Huge. I know. Can you handle it?”
“Yes!”
Stars explode in front of my eyes as he nudges forward again and pulls out. He gives me time to adjust, the heat of the shower beating down on my back.
His hands grope my bare ass, his hips making an obscene slapping noise as he gently fucks me. The tempo ramps up as I grind against him, desperate for the release I’ve needed for months.
I groan with every thrust as Gage reaches under to touch my clit, rubbing it in circles as he fucks me. A hoarse scream rips through my throat. Never—I’ve never felt anything like this. He bulges inside me, but it doesn’t hurt at all. Every time he jerks me back to bury his cock deeply, I feel a jolt of pleasure so strong, I forget where I am. I forget I’m married, who the hell he is. It’s a feeling I could’ve never imagined in a dream, because I never knew sex could feel so good.
His balls slap my pussy rhythmically, and they swing faster as his breathing quickens. I push back against him, grinding myself shamelessly. I yank back as his palm cracks over my ass, surprised at the pleasure mingling with the burn.
“I’m going to come inside you.”
Another first. The thought of losing himself inside me is too much to bear. His broad hand flattens against my pussy, and then curves as he pinches my clit. The wave rips through me as Gage’s cock swells and bursts.
I feel my pussy being filled with his cum, and a thrill glides up my spine. There’s something utterly primal about having a man empty his very essence inside me. A need I never realized I had pounds with an ache not quite fulfilled.
He pulls out, turning me in his arms to crush his lips against mine. Water spills out of my mouth, my dress still hiked up to my stomach. My senses overwhelmed, I manage nothing but a deep-throated moan when he leans down and kisses my chest.
The water shuts off and I stand in the middle of the shower, dripping, still reeling with the feeling of him pulsing inside me. He moves behind me, his fingers playing with the zipper at my back before peeling the sopping wet dress off.
A hardness presses into my thigh, and I look down. Goddamn. He’s still at full-mast. Gage takes in my surprise with a cocky smile.
“You thought I was done? I told you this was the beginning.”
My movements feel heavy, as though my blood is made of molasses. There’s something trying to kick its way to the surface in my mind. The dress falls to the floor in a wet heap.
God, I’m naked. In front of a man I barely know who just fucked me in the shower.