HAUNTINGLY | 18+

36 | Shower

Without hesitation, I open the door and step inside. My gaze locks onto Xavier, his eyes meeting mine, and a sly smirk tugs at his lips. Just the sight of him, wet and completely naked, could make me orgasm.

I undress myself with deliberate slowness, beginning by lifting my shirt over my head. Then, I peel off my shorts, leaving me only in my baby pink underwear and bra.

Xavier's gaze remains fixed on my body, his eyes tracing my every move. Yet, my attention is drawn to his hand, which travels lower down his body until it reaches its destination—his unmistakably hardened dick.

I unclasp my bra, my eyes fixed on him as I observe his hand rhythmically stroking his length. The sight of him stroking himself sends a jolt of arousal through me, each second intensifying my growing wetness.

My bra joins the discarded pile on the floor, and I allow my hand to drift slowly into my underwear. Simultaneously, my other hand cups my breast, my fingers teasing and squeezing.

His gaze narrows, devouring my every move. I notice his hand picking up speed along his length, the growing urgency evident. "Fuck," he groans, his voice raw and harsh.

He looked unreal right now.

"Take it off before I rip it off," he exhales, his voice laced with a feral hunger. "I want to see you fucking yourself with your finger."

My gaze remains firmly locked onto Xavier's as I lower my underwear. "That's my good fucking girl," he growls huskily, his hand never ceasing its rhythmic motion.

My own hand ventures downward, slipping between my folds as I gradually insert a finger. A pleasurable moan escapes me, my head tilting back in ecstasy.

"Look at me." Xavier demands, his voice sounding even lower.

Our gazes lock as I quicken the pace of my fingers, pleasure spiraling within me. "Xavier," I moan, the sound escaping in a breathy plea. "I need more."

"Add another finger, baby," he instructs.

Swiftly, I slip a second finger into my wet heat. A low whimper escapes me as I continue to thrust my fingers, feeling the sensations surge through me.

"Fuck, Layla," he groans. A soft moan escapes me as I listen to Xavier's deep voice.

Abruptly, he halts the movement of his hand on himself. "Come here."

I withdraw my fingers and saunter towards the shower, the warm water cascading over me as I step inside.

Without hesitation, Xavier turns me around and bends me over, my breath hitching as his dick glides along my ass. My throaty moan echoes in the steamy air as pleasure courses through me.

"What were you imagining while you were fucking yourself?" He asks harshly, his fingers tangling in my hair.

I feel him getting closer to me, his tip teasing my entrance. "You," I moan, the desire evident in my voice, as his tip teases me, dipping inside and pulling back.

"And what about me?" He pauses, his movements suspended.

"I was imagining it was your fingers inside me," I admit, my words coming out in a gasp. I feel myself getting wetter around his tip.

"Couldn't hold back a little longer, could you?" His voice filled with anticipation as he starts to slowly push his dick inside me.

He tightens his grip on my hair. "No," I pant, as I feel him stretching me.

He pauses once he's fully inside. "Are you alright?" His tone is concerned, his worry for my well-being evident due to the stitches on my stomach.

But right now, I didn't want his concern. "Yes," I assure him. "But I'd feel a whole lot better if you'd just fuck me already."

"Be careful what you ask for," he warns, before he withdraws his tip and thrusts back into me with an intensity that makes my breath hitch.

It's as if the world narrows down to just this sensation, and for a moment, my vision wavers, almost losing itself in the overwhelming pleasure.

A loud, unrestrained moan breaks free from my lips, as he continues to push his length in and out of me. The sound of my ass hitting against his body echoes in the bathroom.

"I could fuck you every second of the day," his voice rumbles, a mix of desire and possessiveness.

His hand lands firmly on my ass, the sharp impact igniting a pleasurable ache. A moan escapes me, and I quietly wished he would do it again.

With a sudden intensity, he withdraws, leaving only the tip of his dick inside before driving back in forcefully. The impact makes me gasp, causing my body to push forward.

"Holy fuck," I swear, the sensation of his throbbing hardness inside me electrifying every nerve.

His movements become wilder, less controlled, and I grip him tighter, clenching around him as the build of pleasure becomes almost unbearable.

He thrusts relentlessly, each one pushing me closer to the edge. "You're taking me so damn well, baby," he groans out.

Moans and cries escape my lips. Then, a sudden pull at my hair tilts me backward, my back meeting his slick torso as he maintains his powerful thrusts.

He pins me against the shower wall, my palms pressing into the cool tiles as his lips find my neck, marking my skin with his possessive kisses.

He takes his dick out of me, as he turns me around to face him. A mischievous smirk plays on his lips as he tilts my head, making sure I'm focused on his very long and thick length.

I watch as his impressive length disappears into me, inch by inch. One of his hands moves up to my breast, skillfully toying with the piercing.

"Don't stop," I moan breathlessly. My eyes squeeze shut, and my head tilts back. "I'm so close."

Without warning, he lifts me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. My back thuds against the wall as he drives me up and down on his pulsating length. The impact is intense and raw.

"Layla, baby," he groans, his voice dripping with desire. "Fuck, your pussy feels so good."

As my climax rushes over me, I clench around him, my moans merging with his name. After a few more thrusts, his movements falters, his hips becoming still as he spills his release inside me.

My arms naturally find their place around his neck, as my body leans against his.

He lowers me gently to my feet, his withdrawal leaving me with an unexpected sense of emptiness. His hands cup my face, his eyes searching mine with genuine concern. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" His voice is filled with care.

A smile tugs at my lips, touched by his concern. "You didn't hurt me," I assure him. With a nod, he reaches for the body wash, letting it pool in his palm. He turns me around and begins to wash my body tenderly.

In that moment, a wave of contentment washes over me. For once in my life, I felt happy. And it was all because of one person.

Xavier Wolfe.