Page 12 of Wear Me Out (The AfterGlow #3)

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My cherry-covered cum slut pushed her tits together in the most glorious way, creating the perfect channel to cradle my cock. Seeing her lips swollen and red from taking me in her mouth, her gorgeous brown eyes locked on mine, I almost spilled over the edge.

I squeezed my thighs against her waist and rutted into her.

My cock slid beautifully between her tits, still coated in her salvia and the remainder of the cherry syrup.

She lifted her chin to make room for my thrusts, taking me like such a good fucking girl.

All I wanted to do was flip her around and fuck her senseless.

Let her come. Let her break down around me.

Soon.

“Cover me,” she whispered, squeezing her tits even tighter.

I hissed at the added pressure. “You want a pretty pearl necklace, little whore?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

I bucked as fast as I could go. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, boss. Only yours.” She squirmed underneath the weight of my body, pressing her thighs together.

She could only take so much more torture. Playing with her was fun, and I fucking enjoyed every second of it, but I needed to put my cock in her cunt soon, or I was going to lose it, too.

“I own you,” I roared out, losing my rhythm as I spurted my release onto her neck and chin. “You’re fucking mine,” I cried, continuing to pump myself between her tits until the sensitivity was too much to take.

Cum decorated her pretty tattooed skin. My cum.

Mine.

She wore it so well.

I hauled myself off her and collapsed on the bed. “The things you do to me. ”

“The things I do to you ? If I could write down all the things you’ve done to me since I was twenty-seven, the list would roll out that door, down the hallway, hop on the elevator, leave the building, and take a stroll down Main Street,” she quipped, pointing to the cum dripping down her chest.

“I relent,” I said, throwing up both of my hands in surrender. “Were you only twenty-seven when you demanded I get on my knees for you?”

She sat up. “Were you thirty-seven when you dropped to the floor in front of me? Why did I ever go for such an old man?” she countered, clicking her tongue.

Classic brat. I’d let the comment slide—this time. Instead of chastising her for the smartass remark, I rolled off the bed and fetched a warm, wet cloth from our attached bathroom. She appeared in the doorway, shoulder resting on the frame.

“I was coming to clean you off,” I said.

“More than a washcloth is required for this mess,” she said, gesturing to the remnants of dark cherry syrup all over her skin alongside the cum trickling down her neck.

I sauntered over to her anyway and wiped my release from her chin with care, brushing the cloth down her delicate neck, collecting any rogue drips I found.

Leaning forward, I brushed my lips over her ear. In a low voice, I whispered, “Then I guess you better get the water running.”

She nodded, crossing the bathroom to our stone-tiled shower. “Yes, boss.”

Having an easy dynamic was something I adored about our relationship.

Of course, it took work. Practice. We established and tested our boundaries early on in our relationship.

After half a decade together, we could read each other effortlessly.

We slipped in and out of our dom/sub relationship when it suited us, and fell back in when we were ready.

The fact that we could break after an intense moment together and share a laugh or chat meant the world to me.

I loved being in control, bending her to my will, bringing her pleasure when I saw fit, but I also fell in love with her indomitable spirit.

The brat inside her. That was something I never wanted to snuff out.

She stood directly under the showerhead and turned it on. The cold spray hit her square in the chest, and she didn’t even flinch. Instead, she doused her body and revelled in the flood of water as it warmed. Steam began to fill the room, and I slipped in behind her, shutting the glass door.

“Can I wash you, pet?” I asked, ducking under the warm water, letting it rinse me.

“Of course you can.”

I lathered my hands with the signature AfterGlow soap provided for all private elite rooms—lemon, mint, and sweet orange—and ran my hands across her shoulders and over her collarbones, careful to get every bit of sticky sweet syrup off her skin.

“That feels amazing,” she cooed, allowing her eyes to close while I worked my way down her body.

“Let daddy take care of you,” I said, unable to wipe the smug smile off my face.

Her eyes flew open and narrowed before landing square on mine. “Does that mean I’ve earned the right to call you that?”

“It means I enjoy teasing the fuck out of you, Lilah. Nothing more.” My hands drifted down to her breasts, rubbing them in slow circles with the soap, spending more time on them than necessary.

She whined and her bottom lip stuck out every-so-slightly in a pout before she closed her eyes again. “I’ve never had such a terrible case of blue walls.”

“Of what, sorry?” I asked, moving on to her taut stomach and circling my hands around to her back.

“You know…the lady version of blue balls. Blue walls,” she said matter-of-factly.

I burst out laughing and a lazy grin passed over her face. “That’s a new one.”

She shrugged. “Have I not used it before? I swear I have.”

“Never, pet. I would’ve remembered that.” I squirted another dollop of soap into my hands and dropped to my knees. Trailing my palms down her thighs, over her knees, and around to her calves, I took in all the little moans and whimpers she made as I touched her.

“I love when you get on your knees for me,” she whispered, head tipped forward with her gaze now trained on me.

“Yeah? What else would you love?” I teased, running my nose over the skin beneath her navel and pushing her back into the hot spray of the shower.

“Your tongue on my cunt,” she sighed, the stream of water soaking her dark hair. “Your fingers inside me.”

“Have you been a good girl tonight?”

She nodded eagerly. “Yes, boss.”

“You took our friends' cocks so well, didn’t you?”

“Yes, boss.”

I chuckled. “You played well with others, yes?”

“I did.”

“You think you deserve to be fucked by me now?” I posed.

She nodded and a whimper escaped her lips.

“You know…I almost forgot what got you into this situation in the first place,” I taunted, running my hand up the back of her thigh, over her ass. “Almost.”

I slipped my finger between her ass cheeks and pressed lightly on the plug still resting there. She moaned and the noise went straight to my dick, which was standing at attention once again.

“Do you recall me saying I wanted you to be a sobbing, begging mess before I fucked you?” I mused.

She squirmed. “Yes…”

“Then beg me, Lilah,” I rumbled against her stomach.

“Please, boss. No one else compares to you. I miss you,” she breathed.

“That’s a good start. You can have a reward.” I held one hand under the stream of water to rinse off the soap before easily slipping two fingers inside her eager cunt.

My wanting little pet let out a heady groan at the intrusion. “Thank you.”

I worked my fingers up and in, stroking her repeatedly the way she liked. Her mouth dropped open further as her breathing deepened. The flush in her cheeks was exacerbated by the heat of the shower. Steam filled the room, fogging up the glass. We were enclosed in our own wet, private heaven.

“You exist for my pleasure. Tell me why I should reward your bratty ass tonight,” I demanded.

“I’ve done everything you’ve asked me.”

I slapped her ass with my free hand. “Not good enough.”

“I teased you and I’m sorry,” she cried. “Wearing a toy without your permission is against the rules. I fucked up on purpose. It won’t happen again. ”

“We both know it will,” I chided.

She groaned. “I can’t help it.”

“I know, pet. But I love punishing you.” I pressed my fingers harder and faster into her pussy, which warranted me a squeal that echoed off the shower walls.

“And I love your punishments, boss.”

“Beg me again.”

“Please. I need you. If I don’t have you tonight, I don’t know what I’ll do. I need your mouth on me. I need your cock. I need all of you. Please,” she sobbed, tears falling down her cheeks alongside droplets of hot water.

“You’re so pretty when you cry,” I hissed.

Fuck, did I mean it, too.

Breaking down my woman and seeing her weep for me was a sublime feeling. I wanted to lick the tears off her face and choke her with my tongue, but she wanted my tongue somewhere else. Honestly, she’d earned it, and earned it hours ago. Sometimes, I couldn’t help but play with her.

“Please,” she whispered again, eyeliner thoroughly smudged, mascara running down her cheeks.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I rasped before delving my tongue into her slit .

She bucked against my mouth, and I held her tight, one hand on her ass, shoving her against me.

“Yes!” she cried.

I worked my tongue over her clit while fucking her with my fingers.

She tasted so damn heavenly. Putting it off all night was torture for her, yes, but it was fucking hell for me.

As much as I loved watching a cock slide in and out of her dripping pussy, I wanted it to be my cock bringing her to the brink.

“Your cunt is mine, now,” I growled against her clit, sucking it between my lips and teasing it with my tongue.

Her pussy quivered against my face as she moaned, “Fuck me, Adam. Please. I can’t wait any longer.”

It wasn’t often that she broke and called me by my name. The number of times it’d happened over the years with her, I could probably count on one hand. She was desperate .

“Hands against the wall,” I commanded, pulling my fingers from her.

She turned to the wall and slapped her palms against the rough stone, bending over so she was almost parallel with the floor.

Getting to my feet, I stood behind her, notching myself at her entrance. “Your needy pussy is ready for me now, pet?”

“Yes, God, yes. Please,” she mumbled, the words almost lost underneath the steady stream of water still hitting the floor.

I ran my hands up her spine. The droplets of water clinging to her skin ran in streams down the sides of her waist and hips, and I traced their path, wrapping my hands around her body to grab a handful of her tits. “I’ve been waiting all night to finally fuck my good slut. You’ve earned it.”