Chapter 71: Chapter 71
The water was still rushing above us, streaming over our skin, steam clinging heavy in the air. My cock was buried deep inside her pussy, still twitching from the load I’d just spilled. Jasmine’s body was slack against mine, chest heaving, cheek pressed against the wet tile.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The only sound was the hiss of the shower and the dull thud of my heartbeat in my ears.
When I finally pulled out, my cum oozed from her swollen pussy lips, thick and messy, trailing down the inside of her thighs. It clung to her, milky strands mixing with the water as it ran down toward the drain.
Jasmine turned her head slightly, her hair sticking wet against her cheek, her lips parted in a dazed smile. She leaned her palms flat against the wall, bracing herself.
"Still hard?" she asked, voice husky, teasing. "Of course you are."
I glanced down. My cock stood thick and rigid, veins bulging, smeared with our mess, head glossy and angry-red despite having just emptied inside her.
"Yeah," I muttered, almost embarrassed at how ready I still was. "Because of... you I’m this hard."
Her smile turned wicked. Slowly, she slid one hand down her hip, across her ass, and pressed her index finger against the tight ring of her asshole. She circled it once, then pushed the tip inside with a sharp inhale.
"Fuck my ass," she whispered. "You can’t wait, right? Can’t wait to fill my asshole with your load? Can’t wait to put your dick in me and just ruin me?"
My cock twitched violently, a spasm I couldn’t hide.
Her eyes caught it instantly. "That little twitch..." She grinned, biting her lip. "You sure love fucking my ass, huh?"
I mean, I loved anal. But not as much as Richard, I suppose...
"Yeah," I admitted, voice rough. "I love every inch of you. I love... everything about you."
She didn’t waste another second. She spread her leg back, offering herself, the curve of her ass perfect under the cascade of water.
I stepped forward, grabbed her thigh, and lifted—hooking her leg up over my shoulder. She gasped, caught off balance, but leaned on the wall, steadying herself as I shifted closer.
Her pussy was still dripping with my cum, and I reached down with my free hand, scooping some of the milky slick and smearing it over her asshole. The white cream clung to the little star of muscle, shiny against the water. I rubbed it in with my thumb, working circles, pressing until she hissed.
"Fuck," she moaned. "Cold... but hot. Keep going. I can take it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes... yes, Evan. Keep going. Please."
I pressed the head of my cock against her ass. Her hole looked impossibly tight, a dark little ring clenching as if already trying to resist me.
"Relax," I muttered, though the words were as much for me as for her. My cock pulsed at the sight of it, desperate to force its way inside.
I rubbed the head up and down her crack first, spreading cum and water, sliding between her pussy and her asshole, teasing her. Each time the crown nudged her rim, she winced, hissing through her teeth, then pushed back just slightly as if daring me.
"You ready?" I asked, my voice hoarse.
She tilted her head, eyes half-lidded, lips curling into something between a grimace and a grin. "Yeah... keep fucking me, Evan."
I pressed forward.
Her asshole resisted, clamped tight, the ring squeezing against me like a fist. The head of my cock bulged against it, parting her inch by inch. She groaned low in her throat, forehead pressing to the tile as I pushed harder.
"Shit," she hissed, her voice strained. "Hurts—but... don’t stop. Ugh... yes... don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop..."
My cock throbbed violently at the sensation—the way her ass tried to reject me, every fraction of movement a battle. I gritted my teeth, pressing harder, until suddenly her rim gave way.
With a wet pop, the head slid inside.
"Ahh—fuck!" Jasmine yelped, body jerking against me. Her nails scraped the tile. "It’s burning—god—it’s burning!"
"You good?" I asked quickly, breath ragged, fighting the urge to slam all the way in.
Her ass clenched around me like a vice, the tightest grip imaginable, and it took everything not to lose it right there.
"Yeah..." she panted, voice shaky. "Yeah—just—fuck, Evan—keep going."
So I did.
I pushed in slowly, every inch forcing her open, her rim stretching wide around my shaft. Her asshole hugged me, squeezing painfully tight, resisting every thrust. My cock glistened with the mix of water, cum, and her own slick, but even so, it felt like forcing into virgin territory all over again.
She moaned low, broken sounds of pain laced with want, each one making me twitch harder inside her.
When I was finally buried halfway, I leaned forward and kissed her shoulder, biting lightly at her skin. My free hand cupped one of her tits, kneading it, thumb brushing over her nipple.
"Breathe," I whispered against her ear.
"I’m trying," she groaned, sweat and water dripping down her back. "Oh, god... ugh..."
I pulled out an inch, then pushed back in, setting a slow, steady rhythm. Each thrust loosened her a little more, her rim straining less, though the heat and pressure stayed unreal.
Her asshole swallowed me, squeezing tighter than anything else ever had. My hips smacked against her ass, the sound sharp and wet under the spray.
She grunted with every stroke, eyes shut tight, lips parted as she took me.
"God—you’re splitting me open," she whispered hoarsely.
"Too much?" I asked, though I couldn’t slow down now if I tried.
Her nails scraped down the tile, and she shook her head. "No—fuck me, Evan. All the way. Don’t hold back. Don’t you fucking hold back. Keep going."
I slammed into her harder, the impact jolting through her body, my cock sliding deeper into her ass with each thrust. She whimpered, then moaned, then gasped, the pain twisting into something else entirely.
"You feel so fucking good," I growled, hand kneading her tit rougher, rolling her nipple between my fingers.
Her back arched, chest pressing into my hand. "Keep talking," she begged breathlessly.
"You love this," I muttered into her ear, hips slamming forward. "Getting your ass stretched, my cock buried so deep inside you. You’re filthy, Jasmine—absolutely filthy."
"Yes," she moaned, voice breaking. "I’m filthy—keep saying it—keep fucking me."
I bent down, lips latching onto her nipple, sucking hard while my cock hammered her ass. My teeth grazed the sensitive bud, making her cry out, her body shaking from the assault of sensation.
Her asshole was relentless, milking me, gripping me tighter the closer I got. Pre leaked from my cock, mixing with the cum already smeared around her rim, making each thrust smoother, messier.
Her hole stretched wider, clenching and releasing, fighting me every step but giving just enough to drive me crazy.
I was close. Too close.
Her ass was a furnace around me, and every thrust made my balls slap wetly against her, the buildup in my core tightening unbearably.
"Jasmine," I groaned, biting her neck. "I’m—fuck—I’m gonna cum."
She looked back at me, hair plastered to her cheeks, eyes dark with lust and pain. She smirked, even while panting.
"Do it," she rasped. "Cum in my ass. Fill me—stuff me full, Evan. Don’t you dare hold back. Fill me up with your cum! Do it!"
That broke me.
With a growl, I slammed deep into her, my cock buried to the hilt, and exploded.
"Fuck! I’m..."
My orgasm ripped through me, violent, unstoppable. My cock pulsed inside her asshole, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum deep into her bowels. The pressure was overwhelming, my balls tightening as more and more poured out of me.
Her ass clamped around me like a vice, forcing every spurt deeper, milking me dry. I groaned against her shoulder, body trembling, hips jerking as I unloaded everything inside her.
It felt endless—pulse after pulse, cum spilling until I thought I had nothing left. My vision blurred, my chest heaving as I held her tight against me, still buried in her ass.
When the last twitch faded, I collapsed against her back, my cock softening but still lodged deep.
Slowly, painfully, I pulled out.
Her asshole gaped slightly, raw and stretched, white cum oozing out, smeared down her crack. Her pussy, already messy from before, dripped with the remnants of my first load, trails mixing with the fresh streaks leaking from her ass.
She looked utterly ruined—her body trembling, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, both holes used and dripping.
I grabbed her chin, turned her face toward mine, and kissed her.
It wasn’t gentle—it was messy, hot, tongues tangling as the shower sprayed down over us, washing away nothing, because the mess we made was carved into us now.
"Well," I said. "We should have another shower, I think..."
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