Todos los capítulos de DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

My legs were jelly as I stumbled toward the bathroom, skin slick with sweat, his cum dripping down the inside of my thigh.I didn’t even bother to grab a towel. Just flicked on the shower and stepped under the spray, letting the hot water beat against my sore body.But before I could even rinse the ache between my legs, I heard him behind me. Quiet steps. That same heavy presence.He didn’t ask. He never did.The glass door opened, steam swirling around us.“You think you’re done?” he asked, voice low and rough. “You think you’re clean?”I turned slightly, water dripping down my bare chest, nipples hard, lips parted.“I figured you'd need a break,” I teased, biting back a smirk.His eyes dragged over my body the curve of my back, the marks on my thighs, the mess still between my legs. He didn’t look tired. He looked hungry.“I’m hard again,” he said simply.And he was. Thick. Heavy. Already leaking again.He stepped into the shower, water rolling off his skin. His hands were on me bef

I was still on my knees.Face soaked.Lips swollen.Throat sore.He stood above me, cock glistening, half-hard again and twitching back to life. Still hungry. Still greedy. Like he hadn’t already used every inch of me.“Turn around,” he said. Voice low. Commanding.I did slowly hands on the floor, arching my back, offering myself like I knew what was coming.He didn’t touch me at first. Just stared.My pussy was wrecked. His cum leaked down my thighs. I was red, swollen, marked from the slaps, the grip of his hands, the way he fucked me like he hated me.Then I felt it his thumb.Not on my clit. Not on my pussy.Lower.Slipping between the cheeks of my ass.I tensed.He chuckled. Dark. Deep.“You know what’s next.”I swallowed hard. “You’re not even gonna prep me?”Another laugh cruel this time.“No,” he said. “You don’t get that tonight.”He spat hard letting it drip right between my cheeks, landing over my tight hole.“That’s all the lube you get.”Then his hand grabbed my hip, his

I barely made it through the locker room door before I heard it.Wet footsteps. Fast. Heavy.Coming straight for me.I smirked. Didn’t even turn around.“You just gonna follow me in here?” I teased, tossing my towel over the bench, my bikini still clinging to my soaked skin.“I’m not asking anymore,” he growled.Then his hands were on me.He shoved me against the cold tile wall, mouth crashing into mine — wild, desperate, all teeth and heat. His cock pressed hard against my ass, still throbbing from the torture I gave him in the pool.“You think you can stroke me like that and walk away?” he snarled. “Nah, sweetheart. You're finishing this with your fucking mouth.”I gasped, and before I could answer, he dropped his swim shorts to his ankles. His cock sprang free, hard and angry, thick veins pulsing down the shaft like it was about to explode.And I wanted it.Desperately.I dropped to my knees, water dripping off both of us, the floor slick beneath me. I gripped him with both hands,

He looked down at me a wet, ruined mess on my knees and something shifted in his eyes.Something darker.Something hungrier.“Get up,” he ordered, voice thick, low, wrecked.I stood, shaky and soaked, my legs barely steady. He grabbed my wrist, yanked me toward the back of the locker room, right into the showers. Tiles slick. Steam rising. Echoes bouncing off the walls.He shoved me up against the cold wall, my breath catching as my bare back hit the freezing tile.Then he leaned in.His mouth crushed mine deep, sloppy, all tongue and teeth. His hands slid down my thighs, fingers digging into the backs of them as he lifted me up like I weighed nothing.I gasped.My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.And thenHe was inside me.One brutal, delicious thrust.He buried his cock so deep I saw stars my whole body stretched, trembling, impaled on him while my back slammed against the wall tile.“Fuck!” I cried out, nails clawing at his shoulders.“You feel that?” he growled into my

I was still pressed to the wall.My breath hadn’t come back.My legs were trembling.His cum was leaking out of me in slow, warm drips down my thighs, mixing with the rain that still poured around us.He held me there for a minute, forehead resting against mine, both of us soaked to the bone.Then he looked down.Watched it spill from between my thighs. His cock twitched at the sight.“You’re dripping,” he whispered, voice rough, wrecked. “Fucking dripping with me.”I nodded, dazed.“Yeah,” I breathed. “And I want it.”He blinked. “What?”I pushed off the wall, legs barely steady, and slid down to my knees in front of him.“I want to taste it.”His eyes darkened instantly.I reached between my legs, fingers gathering the slick mess from my swollen cunt, smearing it onto his cock, still hard, still wet. I stroked him slowly letting both our cum coat him from tip to base.Then I leaned in.And licked.Long, slow, messy.“Jesus fuck,” he whispered, one hand flying to the back of my head.