Insatiable Habits

Control

💋Cecily💋

Magically, his left hand slipped between my wanting folds, swiping his fingers across my clit expertly, just once had plunged me intensely into climax, my body slumped forward with the waking pleasure which ripped through me in intense waves, it felt so good, I didn't want it to stop. His thrusts became sporadic, his body trembled against mine and his arms wrapped tightly around my waist as he drilled into me, deep primal moans echoed within the confines of the shower as he poured into me, pumping explosive hot streams of his semen into me with each powerful thrust.

He slowly came to a stop, dragging me backwards against his heaving chest as my hands slipped off of the bar ahead of me, I collapsed against him, his arms woven tightly around my rib cage, we breathed roughly and for a time all I could hear was our breathing and the shower running endlessly, I could feel his heart slamming against my back and the inside of my vagina pulsing with stinging pain.

"Alright, up!" Demand back into his tone, he removed his hands and jabbed me in the rib cage to hurry me along, I yelped and scrambled to my shaky legs, yanking his still unbelievably hard shaft from me, causing a single grunt from him.

Using the shower bar and ledge to hold myself up, I looked behind my shoulder as he stood up behind me, looking euphoric but also disgruntled. "Did-" I attempted to speak but his eyes drilled into mine, his voice cutting me off instantly.

"Shut up, you did nothing wrong." He gritted, his jaw tensed, causing the muscles to ripple tightly, my eyes fell away from his, unable to hold his spiteful glare. I had no idea why he was so mad, I did everything he wanted.

"Don't tell me to shut up!" I snapped back, instantly regretful, my mouth and my brain were two separate things sometimes, but I hated being completely dominated at all times by him, I loved his control when it came to sex but the constant inability to speak my mind sparked my anger.

He looked completely taken aback, then boiled with anger, his eyes shifting darkly as his body went rigid. "Excuse me?" He seethed lowly, standing far over me like a predator.

"Please, do not tell me to shut up" I shrunk my shoulders, dodging my eyes around his hardened face, although I was confident and didn't usually let anybody run over me or demean me, he was aggressive and I knew he actually would hurt me, sometimes it was fun and other times it was not.

He chuckled. "I just can hardly stand the sound of your voice, so- Please, shut up!" He said, raising his hand beside his head then clenching it into a fist as his eyes closed and he physically restrained himself from nailing me, I stood unmoving; determined not to shrink down away from him.

His eyes opened again and stared at my legs, I looked down to see globs of clotted blood and cum dripping down the insides of my thighs as I stood outside of the waters stream, paling at the sight I didn't feel the same pain I had felt the night before, it was a full-blown throb now.

"Clean yourself up, we have to go." He muttered, eyes scaling up my exposed body to meet my eyes. His face had softened noticeably, was that guilt? I couldn't believe it, he just wasn't mad anymore so his expression appeared softer.

He quickly washed himself off and walked out of the shower, leaving me to watch his tattooed and perfectly sculpted body retreat into the bedroom with a towel being wrapped around his waist.