Present
Ellison
After what felt like hours of torture, which in reality wouldn’t have been more than twenty or thirty minutes tops, Brandon finally stood from his post between my legs, his hard length nuzzled between my legs as he pressed me into the glass door and devoured my mouth. I tasted myself, him and the water pouring over us on his lips. My stomach was coiled tight from the onslaught of pleasure he had made me go through, but not letting me fall over.
I was frustrated, I was needy, and I was so f*****g furious. I bit him hard on the lip, and pressed closer into his body. He growled as the tip of his c**k rubbed along my folds. “f**k. Stop it, princess. Or I wouldn’t mind pushing you flat on this bathroom floor and pound into you until there’s nothing left.”
A cold shiver ran
