Page 13 of Wear Me Out (The AfterGlow #3)

lilah

He pushed into me and my eyes rolled so far back in my head, they hit the back of my skull.

The hot, slick slide of his cock was everything I’d been waiting for.

Everything I was so hungry for. I arched my back, keeping my hands firmly planted on the wall, while he drove his hips forward, plunging his length inside me again and again.

His cock alongside the plug in my ass left me so full, I wanted to scream.

A keening moan left my lips and I didn’t bite it back.

I’d been physically aching for him for hours and it was all too much while also being everything I needed.

The ever- increasing heat of the shower wrapped around me, gently warming my skin.

The spray hit the side of my ribs. I dropped my head forward and focused on his thick cock invading me. I shuddered underneath him.

The word was on the tip of my tongue. What I’d been wanting to call him all fucking night. Now that he was inside me, I wanted to scream it and pound my fists on the stone while he filled me with his release.

“Say it. I know you’re dying to. Fucking say it now,” he growled, as if he could read my mind.

“ Daddy ,” I called out, as natural as breathing the very air that gave me life.

“Fuck me, yes,” he groaned, pistoning into me. “Again.”

My pussy clenched around his cock. “Harder, daddy. I need it so bad,” I begged. “I’ve been burning for you all night.”

He slapped my ass, and the crack filled the entire room. “Moan it. Whimper it. Fucking make me come with just the word, Lilah.”

I never imagined he’d be so into it. At least not as into it as I was. My walls were already pulsing at his request. I needed him to keep going, to keep doing exactly what he was doing.

My orgasm was so close, I couldn’t lose it now.

Not again.

Not after being denied so many times.

He grasped my roots and yanked me against him, teeth nipping at my neck. “Say it again.”

“Make me come,” I panted, focusing on keeping my breath deep and steady. Another tear threatened to spill down my cheek. “Please, daddy.”

“Holy shit. I fucking love that, Lilah,” he rumbled. “I’m going to fill your cunt with my cum and watch it leak down your thighs.”

His fingers ghosted down my stomach and found my clit.

I jumped at the contact but quickly relaxed against his chest as he worked me over in his expert way.

After five years, he knew exactly what I liked.

Exactly what would throw me over the threshold.

All I wanted for the rest of my days was for him to touch me like this.

He rubbed in quick circles at a consistent pace while fucking me relentlessly from behind.

With all the priming from earlier in the night, the feel of him on and in me, and the way he’d responded to me calling him daddy… I was ready to fall over the edge.

“I can feel you pulsing around me,” he whispered in my ear. “Come for me, pet. Come for daddy.”

Fire whipped through my insides, sending an inferno into my limbs and up my neck.

My muscles tensed as my pussy rippled around his cock—milking it for every drop it was worth.

I screamed at the intensity, letting it rip through my body.

He stuttered behind me, fingers faltering on my clit as we fell into oblivion together.

“Finally!” I screamed, my orgasm crashing into me.

The walls of my pussy thrummed around his cock, squeezing it in a vise. My toes spread against the warm shower tile, and I sucked in breath after breath, allowing the pleasure to ripple through me.

“I’ve been daydreaming of you coming all night, pet.” He kissed the top of my head. “Fucking magnificent.”

I turned in his arms, placing our damp chests together, and pulled him underneath the spray of the shower.

Any remaining soap poured off my skin in a steady stream and circled the drain.

The white lather disappeared beneath my feet as Adam’s breathing transitioned from heavy pants to slow and steady.

Burying my head in the tuft of dark hair on his chest, I murmured, “Trust me. It’s all that was on my mind, too.”

“There’s still one thing on my mind…” He let the statement hang in the air for a moment. “This,” he said, reaching down behind me and tapping on the metal plug that still rested between my ass cheeks.

“I’d rather it be you.”

“Oh, I know you would.” He reached down, gripped the end of the plug, and slowly slid it out. “Let’s make that a reality.”

Lifting my head to gaze up at him, I asked, “Do I still get to call you daddy?”

“Of course you do.”

I ran my fingers down his chest, playing with the silver strands amongst the black. “You liked it then?”

His eyes lit up. “I think you know I fucking did, Lilah.”

I sighed in relief, glad it wasn’t just an in- the-moment type of thing for him. No, he truly enjoyed the name.

He spun me around and gently guided me out the shower door. “Now, towel off and get on the tantra chair.”

“Yes, daddy.”