Crashing into Love by Flora Ferrari

Chapter Nineteen

Conrad

I stand in the bedroom, my whole body pounding in time with my heartbeat. My woman said she wanted to take a shower before we made love for the first time, before we have sex, fuck, screw, turn into animals and ravish each other.

Goddamn, I can’t think, can’t even sit still. All I can do is let my mind flood with images of my woman, with thoughts of her curvy body and her plump juicy ass and her perfect tits.

After calling the police and giving them a statement, we returned to the apartment, ready to collapse into each other. My hands were all over her in the elevator, smoothing up her thighs, squeezing onto her hips as I ground my manhood against her ass, letting her feel just how hungry I am for her.

I can’t take it anymore. I can’t wait.

My seed throbs in my overfull balls, pulsing and roaring, telling me to charge in there and claim her.

I need to slip inside of her and bury myself deep, push until I feel her pink needy channel tighten around my shaft, as her womb takes all I have, beckoning forth as much of my seed as she can possibly take.

I stride forward and throw the door to the bathroom open, pausing to stare at the shape of her behind the clouded glass. It highlights her curviness, her voluptuous shape.

My cock is so hard I can’t even think, a solid length of bursting need, precome leaking out of my engorged helm as I stalk across the room. She whimpers as I pull the shower door open, my eyes taking her in.

Fuck.

Dripping wet and naked, beads of water sliding down her made-to-be-fucked body, clinging to her hard nipples and sliding down her thighs the same way her cream did when I licked her eager pussy.

She stares, wide-eyed, as I step into the shower, step into the flowing water, not giving a damn that I’m still wearing my suit, my shoes.

“Did you really think I could wait out there?” I snarl, sliding my hands around her hips and down to her full naked ass. “Did you really think I was that strong?”

She gasps as I crash my lips against hers, pushing firmly against her, burying my greedy hands in her ass, and driving forward with my hips so she can feel how ready I am.

Her hands come up slowly, gripping onto my shoulders, as though she’s not quite sure she’s ready yet.

But I can’t stop now. The animal inside of me is howling, roaring for her.

Our tongues clash as the water streams around us, soaking into my suit, my shirt, dripping down my skin. But I don’t give a damn, not as I feel the nervousness in her tongue, the way she pauses unsure if any second she’s going to try and stop us.

But she can’t.

She feels the same lust blazing through her that thunders through me, taking possession of her body.

“You’re all wet,” she whimpers, breaking off the kiss and staring up at me with the most beautifully innocent eyes.

“You better be too,” I smirk, bantering.

She giggles and slaps at my chest. “Do you think, maybe, you could take your clothes off too?”

I chuckle at the shy quiver in her voice, as though I’m going to tell her no, as though I’m going to tell her I don’t want to be naked with her.

Instead, I step back and shrug off my suit jacket, never breaking eye contact with her, staring at her gorgeous nakedness. She’s too damn hot with the water dripping down her skin, making it shiny and alluring, making it everything I always dreamed she’d be.

“Touch yourself while I get undressed,” I snap. “Make that virgin pussy nice and wet for me.”

“Okay,” she moans, sliding her hand over her belly, toward her sex. “But only if you make that virgin dick hard for me.”

I can tell the words are difficult for her to speak, to push past her shyness, but she does it bravely, alluring sassiness quivering in her voice. I snarl like the beast I am when her fingers come to rest against her sex, plucking at her pussy, rubbing up and down against her clit.

Undressing quickly – tearing off my shirt so the buttons pop, yanking my belt free, kicking off my shoes – I step forward naked. My cock is hard and throbbing, pointing almost directly straight up with the desire inside me.

She gasps as she stares down at it, her fingers toying with her pussy all the while. “You’re so big.”

“Fucking feel how big I am,” I snap, unable to stop myself now.

I reach forward and grab onto her wrist, guiding her free hand to my cock. She wraps her palm around me, heaven-hot from the shower water which cascades over us both, and starts to pump her hand up and down, from my base to tip.

Gloriously hot sensation dances up and down my length, making my balls feel heavier, swollen with pleasure. I can’t believe how perfect it feels, her hand squeezing tightly around my shaft, slipping up and down slickly.

“That’s it,” I snarl. “Keep jerking that dick. Fucking show me how badly you want it.”

“So big,” she whimpers. “You’re...you’re huge.”

“You’re close,” I growl, reaching down toward her sex and driving my palm against it.

I press firmly, causing her to stand on her tiptoes as I apply more and more pressure. She moans and gyrates against me, her hand moving up and down my massive dick all the while.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“Oh, fuck,” I snarl, staring down as creamy wetness seeps from her hole, spilling down her thighs in a torrent, the same way the shower water slips over her skin. “That’s it, you’re creaming baby. Fuck, you’re trembling, Callie. You’re shaking.”

Her whole body bucks, reverberations moving up and down her legs, causing her knees to wobble as the orgasm shudders through her. I stare in fascination, feeling her pleasure through the way she squeezes onto my dick, tightening and loosening her hold on me, as though in time with her euphoric pulsations.

Finally, she collapses back against the shower wall.

“Oh my God, Conrad, fuck.”

I grab onto her shoulders ready to spin her around, the savage inside of me roaring out to take her from behind, to watch as her round full ass cheeks bounce against my abs.

“Wait,” she murmurs.

The word slams into me.

“For what?” I growl.

“Do you think we could maybe do it in the bed?” she whispers, as though she’s ashamed of asking when she should never feel like she can’t voice her wishes in any regard. “I don’t want to be a spoilsport, but I’m starting to get a little itchy from all this hot water. I’m sorry. Have I ruined the moment?”

I groan and reach around behind her, bringing my hand down on her ass in a soft kissing spank.

She giggles and flinches. “What was that for?”

“For using the S-word. We talked about that. Now get that fine ass in the bedroom before I lose my damn patience. Now, Callie.”

She jumps from the shower, letting out a trembling breath. I turn the shower off and stalk after her, my throbbing member bobbing up and down, all ten inches of it flooded with tension, rock solid. I can barely stop myself from reaching down and stroking it, the lust is so overwhelming.

But I’m not wasting any damn strokes on my own hand.

Everything I have to give, all the primal fury coursing through me, belongs to her.

She walks naked into the bedroom, strutting ahead of me, her hips shifting from side to side so her full ass cheeks tremble for me.

“Where do you want me?” she moans, standing at the foot of the bed. “And do you think I should dry off first? I don’t want to get your sheets all wet—”

I surge forward and grab onto her shoulders, flip her around and shove her onto the bed on her stomach, not roughly, but not soft either. Hard enough to let her know who the fuck is in charge.

“Get out of your head, angel,” I growl, gripping my cock at the base and smoothing my helm over her ass cheeks.