Hunter - Blaire Drake Page 0,81

jaw as she slowly moved her hand along my length. Her hand was so soft, her palm so gentle against me, even as she squeezed lightly and rubbed her thumb over the head of my cock.

Heat bolted through me. Fucking hell. I'd imagined it, sure, but before now, it'd all been about her. Now for some reason it'd changed and it was about me.

I wasn't going complain.

Not even as she dropped to her knees and flicked her tongue against me. My hips jerked toward her, and I flattened my hand against the wet tiles when she took me in her mouth fully.

Fucking fuck.

She took me greedily with her hot little mouth, and I couldn't resist looking down her as her head bobbed back and forward. My hand slipped down and grabbed her wet hair. My body tightened as she massaged the underside of my cock with the tip of her tongue before taking me right inside.

She gagged as I hit the back of her throat, and I watched her, mesmerized. There was something so hot about hearing her gag on my cock. Maybe it was my desire to own her entirely and it was just one more reassurance that a part of her was controlled by me, but I didn't know.

She cupped my balls, and I jerked back out of her mouth.

That was it.

I dragged her up, half by her arm, half by her hair, and spun her away from me. “Hands on the fucking wall,” I ordered, slamming her palms against the glass cubicle. “Step back. Ass out, Adriana. I want to see you before I fuck you.”

She obeyed, stepping back and arching her back so I could see her pussy. She was exposed fully, and I pushed one finger inside her to test her wetness.

“So wet,” I murmured, leaning forward and grazing my teeth across her shoulder. “If that's what it does to you, you can suck my cock more often.” She didn't respond, so I fisted her hair and pulled her head back. She whimpered as I pumped two fingers, then a third inside her. “Was that an agreement?”

“Yes,” she whispered, gasping when I replaced my fingers with my cock. “Fuck!”

I slid my arm down her side and over her hip, along her thigh and behind her knee, then lifted her leg. I pushed one of mine forward as I struggled to keep a grip on her wet skin.

Her moan as I slammed my cock unapologetically inside her drowned out the sound of the shower. The reflection of her hard nipples shone back at me, and it just made me harder, made me need her more. Her desire was flooding all through her body just like my own was. My balls tightened as her cries became louder and she reached back for me.

I grasped her wrist and put it back against the wall. My breathing was harsh as I focused on nothing but fucking her so hard that she'd pass out before her head even hit the pillow. I wanted it, too.

If I fucked her so hard I'd fall asleep standing up, there would be no more nightmares. No more internal darkness, just for now.

The sound of my hand hitting her ass rang out as the water only acted to make it harsher. I gritted my teeth as I hooked my arm under her leg, pulling it higher, and thrusted into her tight pussy harder. She clenched around me, but I could feel the desire to smack her ass harder growing.

I want her to hurt so I don't have to.

I drew in a sharp breath and stilled, buried inside her.

“Carlo,” she whispered, turning her head back to me when I let go of her hair. “Don't stop. Please.”

“I'm—”

“You're not.” She reached back, and the touch of her fingertips against my stomach comforted. “I want you. Please.”

Her words were all I needed.

I let go.

She linked her fingers through mine against the glass and stuck her ass out further to me. Deep inside I wanted to pull my cock out of her pussy and fill her ass, but not today... Not here. Not when I could have hurt her. Not when she'd told me she wanted me anyway.

Her cry of release bounced off the walls, and I pounded into her more fiercely. Jesus, fuck, merda. I came inside her harshly, her pussy contracting around me and encouraging my orgasm to come and come and come.

Adriana dropped her head forward and relaxed. Her leg shook in my grip, so I