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Chapter 18

Author: Ava John
last update publish date: 2026-04-27 13:52:15

Ley slammed the front door behind her, the house echoing with empty silence that only amplified the ache throbbing between her thighs.

 Home alone at last, no roommates, no interruptionsjust her and this relentless horniness clawing at her core. She stripped off her clothes in the hallway, kicking aside her jeans and peeling the sticky tank top from her sweat-damp skin. 

Her nipples pebbled in the cool air, pussy already slick and pulsing with need as she padded naked to the bathroom.

The shower knob twisted under her fingers, hot water blasting from the overhead spray. Steam filled the tiled space as she stepped under the stream, letting it cascade over her shoulders, down her back, and between her legs. 

The heat soothed her tense muscles but did nothing to quench the fire building in her gut. 'Fuck, I need it now,' she muttered, grabbing the detachable shower head from its cradle. The flexible hose gave her control, and she cranked the pressure higher, the water jet turning into a forceful pulse.

She leaned against the cool wall, legs spreading wide as water pooled at her feet. One hand braced on the tile, the other aimed the shower head directly at her swollen clit.

 The initial blast hit her like a shock, warm pressure pounding her sensitive nub, making her knees buckle. Ley gasped, hips jerking forward instinctively, chasing the sensation. Her pussy lips parted under the assault, juices mixing with the water as it hammered her folds.

She adjusted the setting to a pulsating rhythm, the beats syncing with her racing heartbeat. 'Oh shit, yes,' she groaned, sliding down to sit on the shower floor, back arched against the wall. The spray targeted her clit relentlessly, each pulse sending jolts up her spine. Her free hand roamed her body, cupping her breast and twisting the nipple hard, the sting blending with the building pleasure. She pinched and pulled, breath hitching as her pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for more.

Ley spread her thighs wider, angling the head lower to let the water rush over her entrance. It teased her hole, the pressure probing like insistent fingers, making her walls flutter. She dipped two fingers inside herself, thrusting them in and out while the shower jet battered her clit. The dual stimulation had her moaning loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls. Her fingers curled, rubbing that ridged spot deep inside, while the pulsing water made her clit swell even more, throbbing under the onslaught.

Her pace quickened, fingers plunging faster, splashing water everywhere. The heat coiled tight in her belly, orgasm rushing toward her like a tidal wave. 'I'm gonna cum, fuck, right there,' she panted, grinding her pussy against the spray. Her asshole clenched in rhythm, body tensing as the pleasure peaked. 

With a sharp cry, she shattered, pussy spasming around her fingers, clit pulsing wildly under the jet. Hot cum squirted out, mixing with the shower stream, her thighs quaking as waves of ecstasy ripped through her.

Ley kept the water trained on her oversensitive clit through the aftershocks, whimpering at the intensity, but the release left her boneless, head lolling back against the tile. The shower head slipped from her grip, hose dangling as water sprayed haphazardly. She caught her breath, a lazy smile curving her lips satisfied for the moment, but knowing her hunger might stir again before the night ended.

Ley lingered in the fading tremors of her climax, the shower's warm spray still pattering against her skin like a gentle rain. But the satisfaction was fleeting; that deep, insatiable itch returned almost immediately, her pussy clenching emptily, demanding more. 

She wasn't done not by a long shot. With a low growl of frustration, she shut off the water, the sudden silence amplifying her ragged breaths. Steam swirled around her as she stepped out, but instead of toweling off, she dropped to her hands and knees right there on the slick bathroom floor, water pooling beneath her.

Her ass lifted high, knees spreading wide on the cool tiles, exposing her dripping folds to the air. Juices from her earlier release trickled down her inner thighs, mixing with the shower's remnants. Ley reached back with one hand, fingers sliding through her soaked slit, parting the puffy lips to feel the heat radiating from her core. 'Fuck, still so wet,' she whispered, her voice husky with renewed lust. She plunged two fingers inside without hesitation, the intrusion stretching her walls deliciously, her pussy gripping them like a vice.

She started slow at first, twisting her digits to coat them in her slickness, but the need built fast. Ley rocked her hips back, fucking herself harder, adding a third finger to fill her more completely. The stretch burned in the best way, her entrance fluttering around the invasion as she pumped in and out with forceful thrusts. Her palm slapped against her clit with each drive, the wet smacks echoing in the tiled room, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine.

On all fours like an animal in heat, she braced her free hand on the floor, nails scraping the grout as her body jolted forward with every plunge. Her breasts swayed heavily beneath her, nipples grazing the tiles and hardening further from the friction. Ley pinched one between her fingers no, wait, she couldn't reach, so she imagined the pull, the twist, her mind fueling the fantasy. Instead, she ground her hips down, angling her fingers to hammer that spongy spot inside, the one that made her vision blur.

'Harder, deeper,' she gasped, her pace turning brutal. Fingers pistoned relentlessly, knuckles-deep, churning her arousal into a frothy mess that leaked onto the floor. Her asshole winked with each clench, the ring of muscle tightening in sympathy as her pussy spasmed around the intrusion. 

Sweat beaded on her forehead, mixing with the dampness on her skin, her muscles straining from the position but refusing to yield. The overstimulation from her first orgasm made every thrust electric, bordering on too much, but she craved the edge.

Ley arched her back further, ass cheeks spreading as she drove her fingers in with a savage rhythm, the squelching sounds obscene and intoxicating. Her clit throbbed untouched now, swollen and begging, but she focused on the deep penetration, curling her fingers to rake over her g-spot repeatedly. Pressure built like a storm, her thighs quivering, toes curling against the tile. 'Oh god, yes, fuck me like this,' she moaned, lost in the sensation, her body a vessel for pure, raw need.

The climax hit her like a freight train, ripping a guttural scream from her throat. Her pussy convulsed wildly around her fingers, walls milking them as hot gushes of cum squirted out, splattering her hand and the floor. She kept thrusting through it, prolonging the waves, her entire frame shaking violently on all fours. Collapsing forward onto her elbows, she rode out the aftershocks, fingers slowing but not withdrawing, savoring the fullness amid the exhaustion. 

Panting, Ley finally pulled them free with a wet pop, her body limp and glistening, but a spark of hunger lingered in her eyes wondering what else she could use to chase the next high.

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