I’m lost; I’m doomed. One look into Connor’s eyes and I know there’s no way out from this.

How dare he!

Where is the goddamn professionalism!

Okay, okay, but have you seen that cock!

Oh. My. God.

My mind waves a white flag and my body follows suit, surrendering to Connor as he comes closer and raises his hand and brushes his long fingers against my cheek.

“This is so unprofessional,” I say, trying to back away.

But my knees are weak, and my heart feels tight inside my chest. I’m glued to the floor, my eyes locked with Connor’s as he leans into kiss me. With one hand on my face, he brings his lips so close to mine that I can already feel the electricity building between our bodies. Still, he doesn’t kiss me; he hangs back, his mouth just inches away from mine.

“Is it unprofessional if I kiss you, love?” he asks me.

I nod my head. “Very,” I pout.

I wonder if he’s going to let me go. Because if he doesn’t I probably won’t leave on my own.

But now I’m looking at his lips.

Surrender, his lips seem to tell me.

Fuck it. It’s too good to pass up.

I close the distance between the two of us, my eyelids drooping as I feel his lips fitting on mine.

With my mouth on his, I feel the fangs of desire burying themselves in my mind, and I take my hands to Connor’s naked hips. The moment I feel his wet skin under my fingertips, my skin prickles as I remember how I caught him: naked under the running water, his fingers curled tight around his cock. His cock, my God—how in the world is it possible for it to be so big? It must be at least twelve inches long, and it’s so thick that I’m not sure I can grab it with just one hand…! And what was he thinking of while he stroked himself? Was he thinking… of me? Deep down, I know the answer, but I still need to hear it from him.

“Were you… were you thinking of me?” I ask him in a whisper, pulling back from his kiss and looking into his eyes. He stares back at me, an easy smile on his lips, and then he grabs my right hand; he guides it to between his thighs, and a shiver goes up my spine as I feel my fingertips on his thick shaft. Breathing hard, I grab it, slowly curling my fingers around this impossible thickness of his, and only now does he reply.

“What do you think, Natalie?” he asks me, his cock pulsing against my fingers. Hesitancy, anxiety, and anticipation—that’s what my heart is pumping into my blood. But, somehow, these three things blend into one another and the sweet purr of desire is the only thing I can focus on right now. He was thinking of me, I know that. I just do.

It’s written all over his face. It’s in the way he looks at me, his smart eyes widening as he leans in to kiss me. It’s in the way his cock seems to harden as I grab it, pulsing and throbbing as if his whole body screams for me in desperation. I know that he was thinking of me because, when I came over, I was also thinking of him. Connor D’Avington, how did you find the way into my mind?

“No need to be nervous, love…” he tells me, placing both his hands on my face as he lays one gentle kiss on my lips. How does he know that I’m nervous? Do I look nervous? Okay, let me be honest: I’m a complete wreck right now. The moment I saw Connor completely naked, stroking his impossibly long cock, I… I just lost it. My heart started galloping, and my mind seemed as if it was about to implode. But his words have a soothing effect; he told me that there’s no need to be nervous, and I believe him.

He places both his hands on my waist and takes a step back, pulling me after him. I follow without hesitating, the hot running water soaking my clothes as I step under it. You’d think that the water would somehow make me cool my engines, but it’s exactly the opposite: as the wet fabric of my blouse clings to my skin and my hair becomes plastered to my forehead, I become even hornier than before. I don’t think I have ever been this wet in my life, and no, I’m not talking about being wet under the shower. The other kind of wet, if you know what I mean—and I bet that you do, don’t you?

“You’re so fucking beautiful…” Connor tells me, pushing away the locks of hair on my forehead with his fingers. Wet hair and smeared make-up—yeah, I must look dazzling right now. Still, I believe him. How could I not, when his eyes seem completely fascinated by me?

“I… I want you,” I find myself saying, and then I start moving my hand up and down his shaft at a maddeningly slow pace. Oh God, I can’t believe that I’m in the shower with Connor, his cock in my hand. Is this really happening? I almost pinch myself, but there’s no need for me to do it; this is as real as it gets.

“I know you do,” he responds, gently brushing his lips against mine once more. “So do I.” With that, he runs his hands down the side of my body and, grabbing my blouse by the hem, he pulls it over my head. I lift my arms up as he undresses me, the drenched fabric sticking to my skin as it goes, and I feel my nipples hardening against the cups of my bra.

“Then… take me,” I whisper, the words once more slipping out of my lips before I can filter them. I look into his eyes, anticipation making my heart pound harder, and he just smiles at me.

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do, love,” he whispers back at me, and then tangles his fingers in my hair. He yanks on it, forcing me to throw my head back, and rests his mouth on my neck. He lays gentle kisses in a straight line toward my chin, his full lips caressing my skin softly, and then finally crushes his mouth against mine. I let go of his cock, losing myself in the moment, and place both my hands on his waist. Slowly, I slide them to his lower back, and then down to his ass. Cupping it, I feel the firmness of his cheeks, and my insides clench as I imagine him pistoning into me, his thickness pushing against my folds.

Still grabbing me by the hair, he forces me to turn on my heels and then pins me against the wet tiles on the wall. I close my eyes as he kisses me down my neck again, his lips going lower and lower until they meet the valley between my breasts. Without a moment’s hesitation, he takes one hand to between my shoulder blades and, with a simple flick from his fingers, undoes the clasp on my bra. The cups droop and hang limply over my breasts, my nipples peering over the edge of the fabric, and he doesn’t hold back; hooking his fingers on the right cup, he pulls it down and bares my breast. In a fraction of a second his mouth is on me, his lips wrapped tight around my rosy nipple as he laps at it with his tongue.

My hands fly straight to his hair, and I run my fingers back and forth through it as he sucks. I pant and gasp as he presses on my hard tip with his teeth, nibbling softly, and a subdued moan of delight tumbles out of my lips before I can stop myself.

“You’re delicious…” he whispers as he pulls back from my breast, his hands going to my shoulders and pulling the straps of my bra down my arms. It falls at my feet like a piece of discarded cloth, and then he strikes again, this time going straight for my left nipple. His lips press on it hard, gripping it in such a way that sparks of pleasure seem to spread from my breasts to the rest of my body. “I want to taste you… Every single inch of you,” he tells me, looking into my eyes as he squeezes both my tits with his long fingers, my flesh molding to his touch.

I open my mouth to say something, but only when I do it do I realize that I have no words in me. What do you say to a man like Connor when he tells you that he wants to taste every single inch of you? Go right ahead seems like a perfect reply, but I can’t even bring myself to say it. All I manage to do is purse my lips and look back into his eyes, desire running through my veins in such a way that I become dizzy.

“Yes…” I finally tell him, and he drops down to one knee, his eyes never leaving mine. His long fingers go down to my waist, and he hooks them on the hem of my skirt. Unblinking, he pulls down the zipper on my outer thigh and starts to pull, the fabric clinging to my skin on the way down. I lift one foot to kick it off, and he uses that moment to take my high heel off; he does the same with my other foot and, resting his fingers on my ankles, he runs them back up to my waist. His eyes widen as he looks into my almost naked body, and he licks his lips anxiously, almost as if he can’t wait to devour me.

No, don’t let him do it, a tiny annoying voice whispers at me from a deep corner of my mind. He’s going to undress you, and then you know what he’s going to do, don’t you? That voice continues, trying to instill fear into my heart. I can see it in his eyes, he’s going to do exactly what he told me: he’s going to taste me. And, you know, that’s something really, really intimate… Maybe more than sex itself. If this was someone else, I wouldn’t let him do it, but this is Connor D’Avington we’re talking about. This is not your regular man; this is … someone apart.

“Tell me you want it, Natalie… I want to hear you say it,” he says, a soft smile dawning on his lips. I bite on my lower lip, hesitant, and then lean back against the wall, my heart pounding so hard it might just break the bones in my ribcage.

“I want you to… I want you to…” I stammer, looking into his eyes as the words seem to get stuck in my throat. Am I really going to say this? Am I really going to tell him how bad I want him between my thighs?

“Say it,” he insists, his gentle smile turning into a wicked grin, and something inside of me snaps.

“I want you to taste me… I want you between my thighs, and I want you to eat me out.” The words fly out from between my lips in a hurry, and I feel blood rushing to my cheeks. I’ve never been the kind of girl that thrived on dirty talk, but I think I can get used to this… I really do.

“Now we’re talking,” he says, his grin widening as he hooks his finger on the strings of fabric that lace my outer thighs. He starts to pull my thong down at a tortuously slow pace, revealing the mound right above my pussy and stopping for a whole second before continuing. I bite on my bottom lip, anxiety making my body tense up, and then he finally pulls the thong down my legs, baring the wetness between my thighs.

With his hands behind my knees, he lays his mouth on my right knee, still looking into my eyes. Kissing upward, he brushes his lips over my skin until he’s dangerously close to my thighs. My skin prickles and I throw my head back, my eyelids drooping as flames of delirious desire seem to engulf my insides. I never wanted anything as much as I want his mouth on my pussy right now.

His lips start to curve inward, toward my inner thighs, and I press my legs together by instinct. But then I look into his face and see the soft smile of desire on his lips; my muscles relax at once, and I let his kisses find their way toward my thighs. One of his hands goes up my leg, and he spreads his fingers just below my ass cheeks; pushing on my leg, he makes me lift it up and then rest it over his shoulder. I feel more exposed than ever, my pussy angled so that he can have a good look at it, but this actually feels right… It really does.

I lay my hands on his head, grabbing at his hair, and let desire take over me. I urge him to go for it, to lay his mouth where it really matters, but he keeps his own pace. Still moving slowly, he runs his lips to my groins, gently kissing the skin around the wet mess that is my pussy, but never actually going for it. Even though I’m standing under running water, I feel as if I’m on fire, and he’s just teasing me. I have no idea what’s going to happen once these lips of his actually touch me where it really matters.

He moves his mouth as if he’s going for it, but then stops, his lips hovering over my drenched folds. I grab at his hair harder, and move my hips forward, unconsciously trying to force him to do it. He looks at me, that deliciously wicked grin of his dancing on his lips, and then he does it.

Pinning me against the wall, his hands pushing against my hips, he wraps his lips around my clit and presses down with his tongue. How do I even start to describe how I feel right now? I could tell you that this feels like fireworks are going off inside of my head, or maybe I could tell you that I’m feeling as if I’m high… But no, all of these things pale in comparison to the pleasure pooling inside of me right now. This is pure unbridled madness, and I just love it. I should be feeling terribly self-conscious, Connor’s lips right on one of the most intimate parts of my body, but I actually feel more comfortable than I have ever felt when with a man.

There’s something about him that puts me at ease, and I really don’t know what it is. By all means, I shouldn’t be feeling comfortable or at ease; Connor oozes testosterone, and his aura is one of dominance and power. How is it possible for me to be at ease around a man like this? And I’m not even talking about his impossibly long and thick cock. Let’s not go there… At least not yet.

Pulling back, Connor moves his lips down from my clit to my inner lips. He opens his mouth as wide as he can and, fitting it against my pussy, he sucks as if he has just found the most delicious thing in the whole universe.

Even though he knows exactly what he’s doing—and he’s doing it with a mastery I didn’t know to be possible—that’s not the best part of it. What makes this so special is the why of what he’s doing. In a sense, he makes me feel as if he wants me because I’m the most beautiful woman on Earth. Or, maybe, he really thinks I’m as a beautiful as he says… But no, that can’t be it. A man like Connor has the pick from the litter and, even though I try my best to look good (with or without clothes), I can’t help but think that he has had better than me. But the way he kisses my body, it just makes me feel… unique. Special. God, how do you resist a man like this? You don’t; that tenuous voice returns, this time speaking plainly but truthfully.

“This feels so good, Connor,” I pant, holding his head as he sucks on my folds inside of his mouth, taking in my fluids. As I speak, his hands move from my hips to my ass and, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks, he pulls me into him fiercely. I let myself go, pressing my pussy against his mouth in a fury. I sway my hips left and right, up and down, rubbing myself against his moan as a cadence of moans find their way to my lips. “It feels so good… So good…” I repeat, my eyes closed as the lights of pleasure flash behind my shut eyelids.

Suddenly, I feel a sharp stab of pleasure, and electricity darts from my clit to my spine, travelling upward until it finds the way to my brain. There, the sparks crackle and sputter, as my brain commands every single muscle in my body to tense up.

“I’m going to --” I start to say, but the words die in my throat as thunder and lightning rain down on me, the storm of ecstasy catching me completely unprepared. I arch my back, pressing the back of my head against the tiled wall, and thrust as hard as I can against his face. My fingers are like claws on his wet hair and, as I keep him in place, my moan turns into one high-pitched scream.

“So fucking delicious…” he whispers as he pulls back from my pussy, gently taking my leg out from his shoulder. He looks up at me, and smiles, and I swear I can see my own fluids dripping down his chin, even though we’re standing under the running water. I smile at him, a warmness blanketing my heart; oh, God, why am I feeling this happy right now? Slowly, he goes up to his feet and, as he moves, my eyes roam over his naked body, taking in the shape of his muscles as they work in tandem like in a well-oiled machine. “Now, love… I’m going to fuck you,” he whispers against my ear, leaning into me. A shiver goes up my spine as I hear his words, but then he continues. “But first… You’ll have to beg.”

“Beg…?” I ask him, my brain trying to grasp the meaning behind his words.

“Beg,” he simply tells me, a wicked grin on his face. He knows that he has me hooked, and that I need him badly… And now, the slow boil of seduction and pleasure is over. Now, we move into dangerous territory, one where adrenaline and lust reigns supreme. And, God, I just love it.

“Make me beg then,” I shoot back, not knowing where this surge of confidence has come from. I guess that I can waltz with him, after all, instead of simply being the passive one.

“That can be arranged…” he whispers wickedly, his fingers cupping my breasts as he squeezes them softly, his fingertips brushing against my hard nipples. He pinches the right one, making me gasp, and slides his other hand down my stomach. I half-expect him to go for my pussy, but instead, he hooks his fingers on my waist and makes me turn on my heels. I spin around and, facing the wall, place my two hands there for support. I jut my ass back by instinct, and his shaft nestles itself between my ass cheeks as he runs his hands down the side of my body. His fingertips slide softly over my skin, and I feel the need to have him inside of me spread its wings.

Without saying a word, I start to rock my hips, gently grinding against his cock. I move with slow gentle circles—left and right, up and down—stroking his cock with my ass and trying to make him desperate to have him. Deep down, though, I know that I’m just fooling myself: I’m not the one in control, he is. And he’s going to have his way… Soon enough, I’ll have to beg for him to fuck me.

His fingers go around my waist and he moves them over the curve of my ass cheeks, softly stroking my skin. When his fingertips go over my crack, I can’t help but thrust back against him, pressing my ass on his cock as hard as I can. God, I need to have him inside of me, and I need it now.

“You want this, don’t you?” he whispers into my ear, pulling back from me and grabbing his cock with one hand. He angles it down, his glans brushing against my crack as it goes, and then fits it right between my thighs. Arching my back and jutting my ass at him, I grit my teeth as I feel the tip of his cock pressing on my inner lips. I push back, trying to force him inside of me, but he grabs me by the hips and holds my body in position. “Say it… Tell me that you want it.”

“I… I want it,” I mutter, my heart beating so fast I can barely think straight. What’s happening to me? I’ve never been the kind of woman who’d lose control. Why do I want (need) him so much?

“That’s a start, love,” he tells me with a grin, laying soft kisses on my neck. “But it’s not enough.” Oh, God, why is he torturing me? Can’t he see how bad I need him to fuck me? I thrust my ass back once more, but he does the same as before, holding me in place as desperation flutters inside my stomach. Grinning, he rocks his hips back and forth, rubbing his shaft along my pussy and driving me completely insane.

“Oh, God… Please, Connor…” I whisper, trying to reach for his cock with my hand so that I can guide it home. “I need it… I need it now,” I cry out, closing my eyes as a lustful dizziness takes over me. I don’t think I have ever felt a need as urgent as the one I’m feeling right now. “Fuck me… Just fuck me, please…” I moan, my fingertips against his thick shaft as he slides it between my thighs.

“How bad do you want it, Natalie?” he continues to tease me, resisting my pleas. I don’t know how much longer I can endure this, I really don’t.

“Bad, I want it bad… I need it more than anything. Please, please,” I moan, repeating myself as I go on tiptoes and try to angle my pussy at his cock. Then, all of a sudden, I feel his fingers digging into my hips and he just thrusts. I open my mouth to scream, but there’s no sound; I don’t know if I can’t scream, or if I can’t hear. I’ve never felt anything like this.

His glans parts my wet folds, leading the way for his shaft, and all of his inches slide surprisingly easy inside my pussy. My inner walls strain against his thickness, his cock filling me up in such a way that I almost lose consciousness. I have no idea how my tight little pussy can survive a cock like Connor’s, but this isn’t the time for worry, no, I have to enjoy this while I can. Maybe this is one of these moments that only happen once in a lifetime and, if that’s the case, I don’t want to waste a fraction of a second.

“You’re so tight,” Connor tells me, slowly sliding his cock out of my pussy. Once only his glans is inside of me, he moves it in again. “I love it.” Tight? Sure, I might be tight, but I think that all women must seem like that to him… I mean, with a cock like this I think he’d have a hard time finding a “loose” woman.

“You’re the one who’s big…” I pant, feeling his thickness pulse inside of me as he thrusts. His movements are slow and precise, and I feel my heart melting and my mind boiling. This feels so good it’s hard to believe I’m not in a dream.

“Twelve inches, love,” he whispers, giving me one hard thrust that forces me to moan. “And they’re all yours,” he continues, thrusting hard once more. The tip of his cock goes deep inside of me, and my moan turns into a wild scream of coiled pleasure. Twelve inches? Oh. My. God. I never knew that twelve inches could mean this much pleasure.

“Mine…” I say, more to myself than to him, and start to rock my hips. My ass cheeks slap his thighs hard, our bodies moving in a crescendo as the electricity of pleasure pops and fizzles in my brain.

In a few thrusts, his body is moving at such a furious pace that I stop moving; I simply support myself with both hands on the wall, surrendering to the onslaught of pleasure he’s unleashing inside of my body. I already feel my muscles tensing up once more, ecstasy growling at me as it prepares to attack.

“Oh, God, oh God,” I repeat, my mind stretched thin as his thrusts grow vicious. Then, as he takes one hand around my waist and presses two fingers right above my clit, I finally explode. I open my mouth and scream, my vocal chords straining as the sound of ecstasy claws its way up my throat and bursts into existence. My tense muscles spasm and twitch, an avalanche of endorphins and adrenaline racing through my veins as my heart keeps on pumping blood at a dangerous pace. This… This is the best orgasm I have ever had in my entire life. No, I’m not exaggerating; I’m being as honest as anyone can be.

“More… I want more,” I tell Connor, pressing my forehead against the tiles in the wall as I try to catch my breath. I’m breathing so hard right now that it’s a wonder I haven’t collapsed yet.

“So do I,” he says, pulling his cock out of me in one single movement, and then forcing me to turn on my heels so that I’m facing. I open my eyes and smile, taking in his perfect naked figure as a blanket of steam embrace us both, the sound of the running water like a perfect melody. This is a perfect moment, I want to treasure it forever - I want it burned in my mind for all eternity.

Grinning, Connor presses his body against mine and places both his hands under my ass cheeks. Taking the hint, I jump into him with one cat-like movement and lace my legs on his lower back. With his hands on my ass, he lowers me over his cock and I can’t help but purse my lips as I feel its tip touching my folds once more.

“Yes, do it…” I plead him, pressing my forehead against his and closing my eyes. Slowly, he continues lowering me, his thick shaft pushing against my insides as it forces its way in. I place both my arms over his shoulders and slide my hands over his back, my fingernails clawing at his flesh as he starts to thrust. The movement of his body draws me into a trance, and it doesn’t take long for me to succumb to the siren song of desire and pleasure.

“Harder, harder,” I find myself saying, and his body picks up the pace at once. His thrusts grow furious, an almost uncontrollable violence to the way he moves, and I relish all of it. My insides are burning, and each time I feel his cock pulsing against my inner walls the thunder of pleasure roils inside my head. Christ, this pleasure… It’s almost surreal. Why didn’t anyone tell me that men like Connor existed? I deserve to know; everyone deserves to know.

“Don’t stop,” I urge him, fully knowing that there’s no need for me to tell him what to do. But I do it anyway, not wanting to take the risk. The ocean of pleasure is at my feet, and I want to ride this wave until the very end. “I’m going to—oh, God!” I moan as hard as I can, throwing my head back as my pussy tightens up around his cock like a vice. My fingernails dig deep into his flesh, and I hiss through my gritted teeth as if I’m in extreme pain, except, of course, what I’m feeling right now is the most intense kind of pleasure a woman can feel.

When the waves of pleasure start to recede, Connor’s still thrusting. Watching me come was the final straw for him; right now, I don’t think that anything in the world could make him stop, so I just urge him to carry on until the very end. “Come… Come inside of me,” I whisper, my honeyed voice making my words sound like a purr. I don’t need to say more; in an instant, a violent spasm takes over his cock and I feel his warm seed hitting me at once.

I moan softly as he cums, gushing his load inside of me for what seems like an eternity. Seriously, how is it possible for a man to cum this much? My pussy is brimming with semen, and I already feel it dripping down my thighs, the warm water washing it all away.

“Fuck…” he finally sighs, one last spasm going over his cock before he pulls it out from my pussy. I take my legs out from his back, carefully place my feet on the porcelain floor, and then he’s on me. He pins me against the wall with a sudden movement, and then he goes down to his knees, lifting one leg and placing it over his shoulder just like he did before. There’s still cum dripping out of my pussy, and he goes straight for it, opening his mouth wide and placing it between my thighs. I close my eyes and moan as he sucks on my folds, his tongue running up and down the length of my pussy as he scoops his own seed. I can barely believe this is actually happening.

“You drive me fucking crazy, you know?” he tells me, pulling back from my pussy and looking up at me. Before the running water washes it away, I see a few drops of cum hanging from his lips and I can’t help but smile at it.

“No…” I tell him. “You’re the one driving me crazy.”

I mean it. I really do.