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With a devilish smile playing at the corner of his lips, he leaves my pussy and gently lowers my leg. He pushes me into the wall, his hand gripping the back of my neck, guiding my hands and face to press against the cold tile. He spanks me again, harder this time.
"That's right, baby. You've been so naughty," he croons, the low rumble of his voice making my core throb with desire. The pleasurable sensation has a hint of pain that adds to the excitement.
"You're right," I finally manage to whisper. "I have been very naughty."
As he continues to spank me, his other hand reaches around to caress my breasts, gently pinching my nipples until they harden beneath his touch. My moans echo through the steamy bathroom as he dominates me, pushing me farther into the depths of lust.
He spanks me harder, each slap landing with a satisfying crack, and I can't help but arch into it, yearning for more. My pussy feels empty, throbbing with need. My hips thrust back against him, seeking the release I know he's capable of bringing.
His hand leaves my ass, and I brace myself for what comes next. His fingers slide down between my ass cheeks, and he presses against my entrance. A finger delves inside, probing my tight hole, and I gasp, my body trembling as the thrill courses through me.
It's such a taboo place to have him touch me. I shiver with shame."Are you ready for me?" he grunts, his voice nearly primal.
“Yes.” I beg, “Please. I need to come.”
His hand withdraws from my ass, leaving me gasping and wet. I turn around to face him, my eyes pleading for more. “Good girl.”He releases me, and I collapse against the tiles, my breath ragged as I try to catch my balance. My body is trembling, a delicate blend of pain, pleasure, and desire coursing through me.
His hands grip my hips, turning me around again and pulling me back against him. He guides my hands to the wooden arm of the shower bench I sit on while I shave my legs. Bending over, I grip that bar, so ready for him to be inside me.
I feel him lining up, his thick cock pressing against my entrance. My heart races. "You better be wet for me, little one," he warns, his breath hot against my ear.
I whimper in response, already dripping with arousal.
“God, you’re wet. And so tight.” With a single, powerful thrust, he sinks inside me, filling me completely. A cry escapes my lips as he fills my pussy. My muscles clamp down around him.
He groans low in his throat, his body shuddering with the force of his pleasure. He begins to move, his hips rocking against mine, slowly at first, then picking up the pace. Each thrust sends shocks of pleasure coursing through me, his cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy.
His hand wraps around the front of my neck, pulling me back against him. His lips brush against my ear as he growls, “You like this, don’t you? You love being fucked like a bad girl, don’t you?”
My eyes roll back in my head as he hits a sensitive spot deep inside. I can barely breathe, lost in the haze of pleasure and pain.
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice barely there.
He thrusts harder, each thrust more powerful than the last. My body is on fire, every nerve ending heightened with pleasure. His hand leaves my neck, pushing me back down into place, then sliding between my legs. His fingers find my clit, caressing it gently at first, then increasing the pressure.
My body tenses, the orgasm building within me. “My God…”
"Come for me, baby," he demands, his voice thick with lust. "Let me hear you scream my name."
The pleasure builds to a crescendo, an explosion of ecstasy that makes me gasp and arch my back, my body convulsing as wave after wave of bliss crashes over me.
I scream his name, the sound lost in the echoey, steamy bathroom. “Callum! Yes, Callum!”
He rubs faster, and he continues to thrust, matching the rhythm of my orgasm. He slams into me, grinding against me, his cock pulsing deep inside me, adding to the intensity of my climax.
Finally, he stills, his cock twitching inside me as he throws his head back and moans, releasing his orgasm. The warmth of his cum spills inside me, mixing with my own wetness. His arms wrap around me, pulling me up and back against him.
“Callum,” I gasp. I turn my head so he can kiss me.
We clean up, soaping one another’s skin as we bask in the warm water and afterglow. Happiness, euphoria even, flows through my body as we finish. I’ve come to crave his touch, as well as these quiet, easy moments.
Could this be my forever?
Could he be my forever?
A niggling doubt creeps up in the back of my mind: the garden disagreement from earlier today.
What was he talking about?
