I wanted to drive deep inside her and make her promise never to make me feel so controlled again. Angry, violent strokes-taking punishment out on the part of my body that failed to obey. Water sluiced away the remainder of Tess’s spit, and I groaned when I squeezed a tad too hard. But I liked to think my untraditional way of replacing the memory with myself helped remove the pain and shock from her eyes.
She’d been so hurt and mentally ruined from the rape. Memories of taking Tess in the shower the very first time sprang to mind as I dropped my hands to spread bubbles onto my cock. The pinpricks of heat helped leech away my rolling emotions, and I grabbed the soap to lather on my chest. Wrenching on the shower, I flinched as cold droplets turned instantly hot. Tess drew more than just come from me, she took an element of dominance, and if I was honest, I hated it.
My eyes were haunted, and the truth of why I was so angry shone bright. The surfaces were so highly polished my reflection stared back at me.
I sighed, turning around to enter the black marble shower. She stole my control and instead of fighting it, I relinquished myself into her touch, allowed her to spell me, trap me allowed my body to rule my mind. But in one move, Tess shredded those conceptions, annihilated my prized restraint, and turned me into a f**king Neanderthal. All my life, I prided myself on having ultimate control over my body, over my thoughts and needs. Resentment toward Tess, but mainly toward myself. My fingers clawed the marble countertop, and I fought the other emotion I tried hard not to acknowledge. It was a cunt move to let her stay on the edge after she gave me the best orgasm of my life, but I was pissed. I should head right back into the bedroom and order Tess to spread her sexy little legs and plunge deep inside her. I opened my eyes, glowering at myself in the mirror. Extinguished by a fragile girl bent between my legs. Terror because the walls between me and the beast were obliterated. I forgot everything but grabbing her head and making her swallow my come. Lust because she drove me f**king insane. My thoughts turned into one long stream of curses as I battled two conflicting emotions. Her goddamn hand stayed pulsing, rocking, and her mouth became the perfect vessel to unload into. I jerked away, digging my toes into the carpet, trying to hold off the release, but she moved with me.
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