Taking my breath away

Then, with a sudden move that took my breath away, he reached down with his right hand and gently but firmly removed my hand from my pussy. "Let me," he murmured against my skin.

He slid two of his long fingers inside me, his thumb taking over the delicate task of stroking my clit. The sudden intrusion made me gasp, and I looked down to see his hand moving in the rhythm that he had taught me earlier. The sight of him touching me so intimately was almost too much to handle.

He continued to lick and suck my nipple, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel myself getting wetter, my juices coating his hand as he moved his fingers in and out of me. His eyes never left mine, the smirk on his face growing as he watched me squirm under his touch.

Unable to hold back any longer, I reached down and grabbed his hand, my voice shaking. "Kael, please," I begged, "fuck me again."

The words hung in the steamy air, echoing off the tiles. Kael's eyes grew dark with desire, and his hand stilled for a moment before he began to move his fingers faster, his thumb pressing harder on my clit. "You're so eager," he murmured against my skin. "Such a good little slut."

I moaned, unable to form coherent thoughts. His words should have been degrading, but instead, they only served to make me wetter, more desperate for him. I leaned into his touch, my legs trembling. "Please, Kael," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. "I need you inside me."

Kael's smirk grew, his eyes dark with lust as he looked up at me. "You're so fucking sweet," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark pleasure that sent shivers down my spine. He stepped closer, his hand never leaving my pussy.

"You want it, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and demanding. "You want Daddy to fill you up again?"

I nodded, my eyes never leaving his. "Y-yes," I stuttered, the anticipation building within me. "I need you, Kael."

He leaned in, capturing my mouth with a kiss that was both gentle and demanding. His other hand slid down my body, his thumb brushing against my clit before sliding into me alongside his two fingers.

I moaned into his mouth, the sensation of being filled and touched at the same time almost too much to handle. My hands began to shake as I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.

Kael chuckled against my lips, the sound vibrating through me. He broke the kiss and held my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes. "What are you doing, baby?"

I stared up at him, my eyes glazed with need. "I want to feel you," I whispered, my voice hoarse.

Kael's smirk grew, and he stepped closer, his hand moving to my chin. "You want this so bad huh, youre indeed such a slut for an 18 year old girl, I'll love to keep you ad my pet," he said, his voice a dark command.

Ignoring his taunts, I focused on my task, my trembling fingers continuing to unbutton his shirt. The fabric fell away to reveal his muscular chest, each ripple and contour visible in the soft light. He watched me with a mix of amusement and hunger in his eyes, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my clit, keeping me on edge.

As the shirt hit the floor, I knelt down before him, my knees pressing into the cool tiles. The water from the shower continued to rain down around us, creating a steamy haze that clung to our bodies. His eyes never left mine as I reached for the zipper of his pants, his smirk turning into a full-blown smile when my knuckles brushed against his hard length.

With trembling hands, I unzipped his pants and pulled them down. His erection sprang free, the head already glistening with precum. He stepped out of them, and I couldn’t help but stare. He was so much larger than any man I had ever seen, and the memory of him inside me made my cheeks flush with heat.

He stepped closer, his cock brushing against my cheek. "Do you want to suck it, baby?" he asked, his voice a dark whisper.

I swallowed hard, my heart racing with a mix of fear and desire. This wasn’t what I had planned for, but as I looked up into Kael’s eyes, I knew that I couldn’t refuse him. "Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He grinned, his eyes gleaming with triumph. He brought the tip of his cock to my mouth, the heat of it making me gasp. "Good girl," he murmured, stroking my cheek. "Now, open up for Daddy."

I did as he said, my lips parting slightly. He pushed himself against my mouth, the  head of his cock sliding over my bottom lip. I could taste the salty precum, and the scent of our combined arousal filled the small space of the bathroom. Kael groaned, his hand tightening in my hair.

"Take it, baby," he urged, his voice low and rough. "Suck Daddy's cock."

I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft and began to bob my head, my inexperience showing. His cock was so much larger than any i have seen in porns, and the sensation of it filling my mouth was strange and overwhelming. I could feel him grow harder with each stroke, his hand tightening in my hair even more.

"Take it all," he ordered, and I felt his hips start to thrust forward, pushing deeper and deeper into my mouth until I was gagging, my eyes watering. He didn’t stop, though, his movements growing more forceful as he watched the tears stream down my face.

The heat of his cock filling my throat was almost too much, the pressure unbearable. But instead of fear, all I felt was a strange thrill, a sense of power and submission that sent my arousal skyrocketing. His grip on my hair grew tighter, his other hand resting on the back of my head to keep me in place. I could feel him swelling even more, the veins on his shaft pulsing with the effort of holding back his climax.

I looked up at him, my eyes pleading for mercy, but all I saw was pure, unadulterated lust. He was enjoying this, the way I was giving in to his every demand, the way I was serving him. And that just made me want to do it better.

Suddenly, he pulled my head away, his cock popping out of my mouth with a wet sound. I gasped for air, my eyes watering. "Daddy," I choked out, "please don't stop."

"Good girl," he praised, his voice thick with desire. "But we're not finished yet." He reached down and lifted me up, spinning me around so my back was to him. His hand slammed down on the shower faucet, cutting off the water. "Bend over," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.