Page 110 of Beautiful Chaos
Our sex life has never been boring or stale. We weren’t a vanilla couple that only engaged in missionary sex with no adventure. The passion between us was intense and real. We explored and played and we were both more than satisfied. And if Cat should want to revert back to the way things were, I’d still die a completely satiated man.
But knowing there’s a darker side to her, a side that likes to get down and dirty and to be taken and dominated….
Fuck yes, I’m game. Anything and everything she wants. Any way she wants it. Whenever she wants it.
Flipping the cap of the lube open, I pull my hips back until my cock sticks out straight, the head pressing against Cat’s ass crack. I dribble some on my length.
“What are you doi—”
Her words die off when she turns her head and sees the tipped bottle in my hand. I move my eyes to hers long enough to see something dark flare behind the pretty blue. She licks her lips as she draws a long breath of air.
I close the bottle and toss it on the shelf. Putting one hand around her waist, I wrap my other hand around my long length and give it a few strokes, making sure the lube covers every inch, because I plan to give her every inch.
Rather than going straight for her tightest hole, I set the tip just outside of her slick pussy and push forward, letting it slide through her lips and nudge her clit. I press my thumb against her asshole, pushing just the tip inside. Her breath hitches and a low moan mixes with the sound of the shower.
“Please, Hunter,” she whimpers, thrusting her ass backward.
I give little pumps of my hips, repeatedly hitting her clit and applying more pressure against her hole with my thumb. “Where do you want me, baby?”
“You know where,” she pants.
I hold her hips still when she pushes back, trying to force more of my thumb inside her.
“Tell me.” I grunt. My control is slipping fast.
She turns her head, looking at me over her shoulder. Her cheeks are a cute shade of pink. Not from the heat of the water, but from the words I’m asking her to say. Her bottom lip rolls between her teeth before she lets it pop free. “My ass. Fuck my ass.”
I grit my teeth, my cock pulsing and squirting out a drop of precum at the explicit words.
We lean forward together, my front plastered to her back, until our hands meet the wall in front of her, directly under the falling water. With my other hand, I guide the head of my swollen cock and notch it at her asshole. Pushing forward an inch, the head pops inside. I groan and stop moving. I’m ready to shoot my load, and I’m barely fucking inside her.
I trail a line of kisses down her neck and over her shoulder as I wait for myself to calm the hell down. I want this to last longer than two minutes, but goddamn, her ass feels incredible strangling my cock.
I groan and grind my molars together when she pushes back into me. “Fuck, baby, don’t do that. I need a minute here.” I drop my forehead between her shoulders.
I give myself another moment before I push in another inch. Cat’s moans match my groans. Pulling out, I plunge back in deeper.
“You feel so fucking perfect,” I growl. “So tight and warm.”
“More, Hunter. Give me more.”
As I slide in another couple of inches, she rises to her toes. Her fingers, wrapped through mine, flex against the shower wall. With my other hand, I reach down and slide my fingers through her pussy lips, then press my middle finger against her clit. She bucks her hips.
Using my hold against her pussy, I hold her still as I force my cock in the rest of the way, bottoming out until my hips meet the flesh of her ass.
“Put your other hand on the wall and keep both of them there,” I tell her, letting her hand go and standing straight.
When she complies, I bend slightly and hook her right leg over my arm. This new position opens her up more and gives me better access. After swiveling my hips against her ass, I pull out halfway and slide forward slowly.
The muscles in my jaw ache from clenching my teeth. Back and forth, I fill her ass, retreat, and fill her again. I play with her clit as I fuck her, picking up speed and ramming deep. If it weren’t for the little cries of pleasure coming out of her, I’d worry I was being too rough. But Cat eats it up and even demands more.
As soon as she clamps down on me and shouts out her release, I’m right behind her, fucking her hard and fast until I’ve emptied every bit of myself inside her.
Later, after I finish washing her and she does the same to me, we’re both in bed. She’s snuggled up to my side with my hands running through her damp hair. Her breathing is even, but I know she’s not asleep because she’s gently playing with the hair on my chest.
“Terry and Howard are dead,” I say in the quiet room.
Her fingers stop moving and her body stiffens against my side. She doesn’t say anything at first, but after a moment, she resumes twirling her fingers.