Chapter 6

I awake from one of those deep sleeps, where I don’t even remember drifting off. The bedroom is dark, but there’s a light illuminated far in the corner. Turning, I realize Warren is gone, and make my way to the light, with his luxury white bed sheet draped around my body.

The room is so bright I have to enter slowly to give my eyes time to adjust. Much like the living area, his bathroom is covered in white marble with gray accents. The shower gets louder as I enter, looking around wondering how many of my apartments can fit into his bathroom.

“What’s up, gorgeous?” He startles me.

“Hey, I meant to sneak up on you,” I smile bashfully.

“Are you gonna join me?” He asks, peeking his head out of the massive glassed-in shower.

Dropping the sheet, I notice the red stain for the first time and my hand flies to my mouth in embarrassment.

“It’s okay, babe. Honestly, I probably wouldn’t have believed you without it,” he shrugs and disappears behind the foggy glass.

Making my way into the steamy shower, I’m happy to see the marble bench at the edge and decide to take a seat. Between the shock of learning I bled on his sheets and the heat from the shower, I suddenly feel light headed.

“You okay?” Warren asks, turning to me. Seeing his naked body is just the remedy I need, because everything in me comes alive as I drink in his washboard abs and that sculpted V-shape leading to his cock, which is literally growing before my eyes.

“See something you like?” He holds up his hands.

“Come here,” I motion with my index finger and he tilts his head in that studying way he seems to enjoy so much before finally walking in my direction.

“Yes?” He asks, looking down, his cock directly in front of my face.

Running the flat of my tongue down his shaft, I trace the thick vein that runs all the way to the base of his cock.

“Mmm,” he moans, his length hardening against my tongue.

Taking a deep breath, I open my mouth as wide as possible, sheathing my teeth as I bob my head forward, taking as much of him as I can fit into my mouth.

“Fuck!” He bites out as I slide his heavy length out of my mouth before bobbing forward again as I twist my head from one side to the other, taking him even further down my throat this time.

Dropping his sudsy loofah to the ground, Warren plants both of his palms on the glass wall behind me as I slide him in and out of my mouth. Coated in my saliva, his cock slides easily as I grab the base with one hand, jacking him, while sucking his head and gripping his balls with my free hand.

“Oh, baby,” he groans, dropping one hand to my head, gently brushing a few stray strands from my face as his hips rock forward, shoving more of his hard rod down my throat.

Gripping him with both hands, I twist in opposite directions like I’m grinding pepper, still bobbing and twisting my head, sucking him off.

“Oh fuck! Just like that!” He rocks his hips faster and I match his pace with my mouth and hands.

Looking up, I realize he’s watching me, so I gaze back at him with blurred vision, my eyes watering from my gag reflex. His cock hits the back of my throat and I think I might throw up, but it’s just an influx of saliva, so I spit it on his throbbing manhood and suck him even harder.

“Good girl,” he growls, and this time what initially sounded like condescending coaching actually turns me on. Clenching my pussy against the warm marble, I surge on, shoving him deeper down my throat and I feel his balls draw up.

“Fuck! Christina, if you don’t want me to come down your throat, stop,” he spits the words out.

“Christina!” He repeats and I look up at him while sucking him off. His eyes droop low as if he can’t stand to watch his hard cock disappear into my warm and wet mouth.

With his hand gripping my hair, he pulls my head forward while thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth. After three strokes, a sound escapes him, a mix between a squeal and a moan, and a warm, thick cream shoots into the back of my throat as his still-erect length spasms against my tongue. Licking my lips, I swallow the mouthful of saliva mixed with his salty spunk, his eyes hooding over as he watches me in disbelief.

“Get up, baby,” he orders and I quickly do as he says, hoping it leads to my own climax.

Adrenaline pumps through me when he turns me around, bending me over the second I stand up, my hands resting flat on the bench as I brace myself for him.

“Oh fuck!” I yelp when he surges into my creaming pussy from behind. He feels even deeper from this position and he doesn’t allow any time for me to acclimate to the pressure, instead he’s fucking me hard and fast immediately.

My orgasm is building before I can even begin lunging backwards to meet his thrusts. I feel myself unraveling as his pace increases, my pussy stretched in the perfect blend of pain and pleasure.

“Warren! Baby!” I cry, creaming all over his long, hard cock.

He doesn’t even pause to acknowledge my orgasm, pumping me even harder as my legs become unsteady, the vibrations rattling me to my core. Gripping my hips, Warren keeps me on my feet as he pounds my tight pussy until I feel another explosion building.

“Shit! Christina, you feel too good, baby,” he grunts and I press against the bench for leverage, throwing my ass back to meet his onslaught. Raising his hand in the air, he lets it fall harshly against my ass cheek and I yell in shock, but holy fuck it feels good.

“Come for me, baby!” He yells before dropping his hand again, this time hitting the other cheek. My body is bucking backwards, hungry for more of his ravishing.

I hear a sucking noise before I feel pressure at my puckering asshole, and a strange sensation as he shoves his thumb inside of me, gripping my hip with his other hand as he rams me hard and fast.

“Come, Christina! Fuck! Now, baby!” He growls and my body is a slave to his command, an all-encompassing orgasm washing over me as my body collapses. Warren follows me to the floor, humping my twisted body until he oozes another load inside of me, groaning my name as his pleasure overflows.

Our limbs entangled in a twisted mess on the marble floor of the shower, I look over at the Rolex watch on Warren’s wrist and shriek at the time.

“I have to get to work!” I struggle to free myself from his grasp.

“Just wait. You can take the car wherever you need to go,” he lazily explains, gripping me tighter.

“I can’t take a limousine to work, Warren,” I reason, hopelessly attempting to shrug my way out of his grasp.

“You’ll do whatever I tell you to,” he whispers in my ear before biting my earlobe, and I find myself again without a witty comeback, because the truth is, I will.