Barrel

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Her body was wonderfully weak, and she stood there, using the wall for leverage as he trailed up her skin and returned to her mouth. He kissed her lightly, and it was then that she felt his thick c**k pressing against her stomach.

“Wow, Eva,” he said with a smirk. “You are a bad girl, aren’t you?”

She smirked back at him as their kiss grew more passionate, pulling him close, so his d**k teased her opening. She had a glance at it, and that was all she needed to know. He was going to be the biggest she had ever had.

“I am,” she murmured back. “I can’t help it. You’re so delectable.”

Barrel removed his fingers from her insides to the sound of Eva’s sultry sigh. He stood straight, peeling his mouth from hers, and then began stroking his c**k.

Eva licked her lips as she pushed off the wall. She spun her body around and bent over, her p***y aching to be filled.

“Take me like this,” she said, water pounding down her nude form. “I want you to f**k me hard, Barrel. I need it.”

She could feel his hesitation as he ran a hand down the back of her neck, giving her plump bum a little pinch. She moaned and shook her ass at him, impatient to be filled.

“If that is what my goddess wants,” Barrel whispered.

Eva’s mouth opened wide, and her eyes rolled back as she felt Barrel’s c**k slide sleekly and easily inside her. She felt the head of his c**k graze across her G-spot, which caused her body to pump toward him, the delight making her entire body tremble.

Barrel held onto her hips and thrust, initially trying to be careful but soon becoming wild and relentless. He clapped into her hard, just the way she wanted, the wails of their pleasure echoing against the tile of the shower stall. Eva’s mind and body were frantic. She wanted one thing, and one thing only, and that was to come again and to feel him explode inside of her.

“Yes, Barrel, yes! f**k me!”

Eva was roaring, and Barrel responded in kind. His hips slapped against her ass and touched the most sensitive part of her body, which quickly sent her soaring. She felt herself come on his c**k, using the wall of the shower to clench her fists and ride him until she thought she might pass out.

“Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” she repeated like a mantra as she rolled her body against him, absorbing him as he fired off inside her. He shook and muttered her name repeatedly, eventually falling over on top of her against the wall. His body was a little heavy, but Eva didn’t mind. She loved the sensation of his muscles pressing against her.

The water continued to stream over them and had turned cold. It was refreshing, running over their sweaty forms as Barrel kissed her neck. She trembled against him, never wanting to come down from that high.

Soon she was giggling, and Barrel came to her forehead with another wispy smooch.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, exasperated.

She turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck, running her fingers over his massive shoulders.

“I didn't think I was going to be f****d so well on my trip,” she said. “If I knew, I would have signed up for that cruise myself.”

Barrel pulled her in roughly by the hips, making her gasp, then growled into her ear.

“I could just eat you up, honey.”

BARREL

The room fell silent as Eva drifted off to sleep. Barrel lay next to her, knowing he should also get some sleep. He was going to need it for tomorrow, but his mind was going a mile a minute.

He couldn't believe Eva had welcomed him between her legs. He hardly knew her, yet she acted like it was no big deal. Barrel knew women put more thought into who to sleep with, or at least, most of the women he'd been with did.

He'd slept with other females, and he remembered it was just fine. Sure, they had fun, and Barrel enjoyed himself, but that was it. There was nothing special nor anything that made him want to pounce on that opportunity again.

Eva was different. She'd been passionate and vocal about everything. She drove him nuts, and Barrel could hardly calm himself. Eva made him feel like someone else for a little while, and he liked it.

He honestly thought this was going to be a babysitting gig. He envisioned some prissy snot-nosed brat that didn't know her ass from her head, just sitting at the brothel in tears waiting for Prince Charming to ride in and save her.

Eva didn't live in the world he lived in. He saw that. She didn't understand that sometimes people were hurt and people died. The world wasn't safe just because the laws were there.

Even if she hadn’t grown up in his harsh world, it was clear Eva understood how to survive. She was smart enough to hide in the barrel after getting free.

He hadn’t expected her to agree to everything and keep up with his pace. Barrel was used to working quickly and moving fast, but she wasn't. He honestly thought she would need a break or two, but she didn't. She wanted to keep moving as much as he did.

He watched her sleep. Barrel couldn't remember the last time he allowed his guard to drop even a little. Ever since losing his family, he never wanted much from women. Long ago, he'd lost hope of making any relationship work.

Barrel had wanted a family. He wanted to get married and have a den of cubs to call his own. He wanted to settle down and have a strong bond with someone. He knew it was never going to happen, but he had dreamt about it.

It had long been a dream of his to have something special. He wanted to protect the innocent and be the good guy. He envisaged himself as being the good guy. But that ended when his sister and niece died.

He couldn't play the good guy anymore. His faith in the system was crushed, and Barrel learned that sometimes you have to get your own hands dirty.