Page 109 of The Rebel

Her wetness coated my cock, and I slid inside her.

“Fuuuuuck!”

She gasped, lolling her head to one side, turning it so her forehead was in the crook of my neck. “Anthony, oh my God.”

“I’m going to make you come once, beautiful. Then we can take that shower.”

“Yes, yes, please. I need it so bad.”

Feeling her pussy tighten around me was a form of torture initself, but I knew this was exactly what she needed to unwind tonight. She had to come several times, and I was here to give her just that.

I circled her clit with my fingers, not moving inside her at all. If I did, I’d start to fuck her for real, and I wanted this to be only for her.

She leaned forward, arching her back, rolling her hips back and forth.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“I need to?—”

“I know, and you’ll come, baby, so damn hard. I promise you.”

She grew wetter that very second, and then her pussy started to pulse. I closed my eyes, drawing deep breaths through my nostrils and exhaling through my mouth. While I kept circling her clit, my fingers nearly slipped in her wetness.

“Oh my God, Anthony.”

I moved us forward, pressing her breasts against the mirror. Her cry filled the entire bathroom.

My erection was downright painful, but I wasn’t going to thrust. If I did that even once, it was all going to be over. I relished the sounds she made. Pressing her against the mirror meant she couldn’t move the way she wanted to. She was going to get all the pleasure, but on my terms.

I knew she’d explode seconds before she did because the pitch of her cries changed, becoming more guttural. She’d been thrashing her head around, but now she just pressed her forehead against the mirror and clenched so tight around my cock that I had to make an effort not to let those muscles push me out.

There was an unmistakable tremor in her thighs. Fuck yes. I’d made her come so hard that her legs were shaking. I applied even more pressure on her clit. She cried out again. This orgasm was going to be long, and it would take everything out of her.

When her cries finally subsided, her body softened, but her inner muscles were still clenching.

“Fuck,” I exclaimed.

We weren’t going to make it into the tub. I needed to have her right now, and she was ready for more. I felt it in the way she drenched me. I pulled back and then pushed right in.

Daisy groaned. “Oh God,” she whispered. “Anthony, I’m going to?—”

“I know, babe. Just take everything I’m giving you. Feeling you come around my cock is the best damn thing on this planet.”

Only now I needed my release too.

I moved us farther away from the mirror, putting both her hands on the doorway, covering them with mine.

What this woman was doing to me was fucking insane. The more I had her, the more I needed her.

I kissed the side of her neck, looking at her in the mirror. She kept closing and opening her eyes, the combination of watching us and feeling me inside her clearly too much for her. But not for me. I liked watching every reaction.

I simply enjoyed watching her, period. It filled me with a sense of completeness unlike anything I’d ever experienced. This right here was home. Her pussy, her body. Daisy was my home. I had no idea when it had come to that, but it was 100 percent true.

“Anthony, I can’t stand anymore.”

Her legs were trembling once again. This time I couldn’t sustain her—not while I was desperately chasing my own climax too. So I did the next best thing. I pulled out of her and whirled her around, then pressed her back against the door and pushed in.

The angle was even more perfect than I’d expected.