Carnal Urges

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I grab a bar of soap, turn her around, pull her back against me, and start to wash her body. Neck, chest, breasts, belly. Arms, underarms, hips. With an arm wound around her waist, I wash her arse, kissing her neck as I knead my fingers into her luscious flesh. She drops her head back against my shoulder and exhales a slow, ragged breath.

“Sweet girl,” I growl against her throat. “My pretty captive. You’re going to let me do anything I want to this gorgeous body. I’ll taste you and tease you and f**k you. I’ll spank you and give you my marks. I’ll make you get on your knees and take my c**k down your throat. I’ll bind you and blindfold you, probably gag you with my tie, too. And I’ll make you come, over and over. I’ll make you glad you let yourself submit. Are you ready?”

Her breathing is shallow and uneven. Her n*****s are taut. She’s a live wire in my arms, thrumming with electricity, every nerve alight, attuned to me. I feel the fight inside her, feel her struggle to let go and give in to me because I’ve asked her to, and fire floods my veins.

She whispers, “Yes. Please be careful. I think you could break me if you’re not.”

Then she exhales and relaxes against me, surrendering.

A surge of exhilaration makes my heartbeat take off at a thundering gallop. I wrap a hand around her throat. “You’re perfect. Nothing is more perfect than you are, right now. Give me your mouth.”

She turns her head and lets me ravage her mouth until she’s shaking.

I quickly wash my own body, then rinse the soap from us both. Then I bend her over the tile bench that runs along one side of the shower wall and spank her.

My hand wrapped firmly around the back of her neck, I spank her arse until its bright red, every so often stopping to fondle her drenched p***y and rub my fingertips over her swollen c**t.

She takes it silently, head hanging down and legs shaking, until finally she lets out a long, low moan.

She’s close to orgasm. My c**k throbs with the need to take her.

Breathing hard, I say, “I might need to reconsider the order of events. How hungry are you?”

Her only response is a whimper.

I grab the showerhead from the wall and set the spray to pulse. Then I put it between her legs, take her jaw in my hand and turn her face toward me, and command, “Suck.”

The crown of my c**k nudges her lips. She opens her mouth without hesitation. I flex my hips forward, sliding into wet heat. She starts to suckle me.

Her mouth is heaven.

With every thrust of my hips, she opens her throat wide and takes my shaft all the way in. When I withdraw, she swirls her tongue around the head and licks the slit. I watch her suck me, pleasure pulsing in my c**k, pressure building in my balls, until she moans again, her whole body shuddering.

I move the pulsing spray away from her p***y. Panting, I say, “Don’t come. Not yet.”

She looks up at me with hazy, unfocused eyes, licking her lips.

I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.

I turn off the water, grab a towel, pull her upright, and dry her off. She stands silent as I finish, then watches, blinking slowly, as I dry myself. She looks like she’s in a trance.

I pick her up and carry her to the bed. “Arms over your head. Spread your legs.”

She complies instantly.

Bloody hell, that makes me even harder.

Standing at the edge of the bed, I stare at her naked body and slowly stroke my shaft. Lying very still, she watches as I kneel between her spread legs.

When I apply my mouth to her p***y, she arches off the bed and groans brokenly. When I reach up and pinch her rigid n*****s, she shivers. I gently suck her c**t, and she breathes my name.

The way she responds to me makes me feel like a king, an animal, and a lovestruck teenager, all at once. The feeling is instantly addictive.

I want more.

I finger f**k her and lick her delicious wet cunt until she’s writhing against my face and almost sobbing with the effort not to come.

“Such a good girl.” I yank open the drawer in the nightstand. I dig out a condom from its box, tear off the wrapper, roll it on my throbbing c**k with shaking hands.

Then I roll her onto her belly and spank her again.

She jerks, moaning with every stinging strike of my open palm, her hips rocking, until she starts to beg. “Please! Please! Declan, god, please I’m so close—”

“You know what to say.”

“What? No, I don’t.”

My voice dark, I say, “Aye. You know what to call me. Say it.”

She’s silent. Out of her body and back up into her head.

Defying me.

I reach under and pinch her c**t, tugging gently at the engorged little bud. “Say it.”

She sucks in a breath, holds it for a split second, then lets it out in a rush. Along with it goes her resistance. She blurts, “Sir, please let me come.”

Good god, the rush of adrenaline that courses through my body should kill me.

I roll her onto her back, take my jutting c**k in one hand, and rub it up and down through her soaked folds. Looking into her eyes, I growl, “Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

It’s barely even a whisper, but I heard it. So did my c**k. A surge of electricity shoots from my balls to the crown.

I grab her hips and shove my d**k deep inside her.