CHAPTER 2

“Fuck... look at you,” he muttered, watching my hands work him. “Getting my cock all messy with that pretty pussy. You want it that bad?” I nodded, still biting my lip, and squeezed him tighter, dragging my thumb over the sensitive underside just to feel him jump.

I kept spreading myself open with one hand while the other stayed wrapped around his dick, offering him everything, waiting for him to take it. He didn’t hesitate. His hand closed over my pussy, thick fingers immediately sliding through the mess I’d already made of myself. He gathered the slick cream and rubbed it slowly, deliberately all over my swollen lips, coating every soft fold until I was shiny and dripping under his touch. The wet sound of it filled the bathroom as he worked me open, two fingers pressing in just enough to feel how ready I was.

I watched his face the whole time, those dark, hungry eyes locked between my legs, his dick standing thick and heavy in front of me, still glistening from where I’d rubbed my juices all over it. A thick bead of precum welled at the tip and slid down the underside. It twitched hard every time his fingers sank a little deeper.

“Tell me how much you miss this pussy, Jason,” I said, voice low, thighs still spread wide on the toilet lid. I kept my eyes on him, watching the way his jaw tightened. He pushed two fingers fully inside me, curling them, and groaned. “I don’t think you understand how bad I’ve missed this,”

he rasped, pumping his fingers slow and deep. “I’ve missed your pussy. The way it gets this wet. The way it grips me. Fuck...” He added a third finger, stretching me, and the wet sound grew louder. “I’ve been thinking about this tight little cunt for days. My hips rolled against his hand. Cream dripped down over his knuckles and onto the seat. “Then show me how,” I whispered.

The words were barely out before he moved. His free hand shot under my thighs and he hauled me up off the toilet in one strong motion, lifting me like I weighed nothing. My bare ass left the cold lid; my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he spun us and pinned my back against the bathroom wall. His fingers were still buried inside me, still working, still slick with everything I’d given him.

“Like this,” he growled against my mouth, lining that thick, juice-coated cock up against my entrance. The swollen head nudged my folds, sliding through the mess, teasing. “I’m gonna show you exactly how much I missed this pussy.” He let my feet drop to the cold tile and spun me around in one smooth motion. My palms slapped against the bathroom wall for balance as he pressed in close behind me. The thick, slick head of his dick dragged up between my cheeks, then lower, sliding through the wet mess of my pussy lips. I pushed my ass back deliberately, grinding against him in slow circles, letting him feel every soft, dripping inch of me.

“Uhhhh...” The moan tore out of me the second he started to push inside. He took his time, feeding that long, thick cock into me so slowly I could feel every ridge, every pulse. My walls stretched around him, still tight even after how wet I was, and the slow slide made my thighs tremble. He groaned low against the back of my neck, hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. “This pussy still tight for me,” he rasped between heavy breaths, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in just as slow. “Did... you... fuck someone else... after me?”

His strokes stayed deep and measured, filling me completely on every push, the wet sound of

my cream coating him growing louder with each thrust. “No,” I gasped, pushing back to take him deeper. “How could I? This pussy belongs to you.” The words came out broken as he bottomed out, hips flush against my ass. My fingers curled against the wall. “Only you.”

His grip tightened and the slow, teasing strokes turned into something harder, still controlled, his strokes getting faster now, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the small bathroom. He leaned over me, chest pressing against my back, and reached around to grab both of my breasts. His hands were rough and greedy, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he used them for leverage, pulling me back onto his dick with every hard stroke. he growled against my ear, squeezing harder, thumbs flicking over my stiff nipples while he kept pounding into me from behind.

My breasts spilled between his fingers. I pushed my ass back to meet him, moaning louder now that he had me pinned between the cold tile and his body. His grip on my breasts tightened, I could only moan and push back against him, palms flat on the cold tile, taking every deep, punishing stroke while he kept mumbling filthy praise against my skin, completely lost in the way my pussy clenched and flooded around his dick .

“Mmmhh..” The sound tore out of him, low and guttural, as his whole body locked up behind me. His hands clenched hard around my breasts, Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded my pussy in strong, rhythmic spurts, each one forcing another broken moan from his throat. He kept thrusting through it, short, deep, involuntary jerks of his hips, burying himself to the halt as he emptied everything he had into me. He pulled out of me with a wet, sticky sound, the sudden emptiness making me flinch. Cum immediately began to leak down the insides of my thighs, mixing with everything else that already coated my skin.

Without looking at me, he reached for the clothes he’d left hanging on the bathroom door handle, flung them over one shoulder, and stepped toward the shower. The water hissed on.