Behind the close doors||18++

Shivaay and Anika’s tempestuous encounter stretched on for what felt like an eternity, their fevered bodies entwined and undulating in the pounding rain of the glass shower stall.

Anika gasped as Shivaay’s hands roamed her slick curves, groping and kneading the pliant flesh as if he were trying to mold her to his will. “Shivaay,” she whimpered, arching into his touch as his fingers dipped between her thighs, stroking the sensitive pearl nestled within her folds.

“You’re mine,” Shivaay growled, his voice dripping with dark promise as he loomed over her smaller form, the thick muscles of his chest glistening with rivulets of water. “Say it!”

“I’m yours,” Anika breathed out, her voice husky with desire as she gazed up at him with lust-darkened eyes. “All yours, Shivaay.”

Shivaay’s answering smirk was positively wicked as he grasped her hips, spinning Anika around and slamming her front into the slick, unforgiving glass wall. She yelped at the sudden cold contact with her scorching flesh, the shock quickly melting into molten arousal as she felt the thick ridge of Shivaay’s cock nestling between her ass cheeks.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn perfect,” Shivaay snarled, gripping her hips hard enough to leave blooming bruises on her porcelain skin as he rolled his hips, grinding his thick length along the cleft of her ass. “I’m going to ruin you for any other man.”

“Yes,” Anika keened, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts, craving the feeling of his thick cock splitting her open. “Please, Shivaay, I need you inside me. I need you to claim me, to make me yours!”

With a feral growl, Shivaay grasped the firm globes of Anika’s ass, kneading the pliant flesh before parting them and exposing her dripping sex to the cool air of the shower. He notched the broad head of his shaft against her entrance, teasing her with the promise of his thick length filling her to the brim.

“Beg for it,” Shivaay commanded, his voice a low, guttural rasp as he fought the urge to simply take what he wanted, what he needed. “Beg me to fuck you, to ruin your tight little cunt with my big, hard cock.”

“Please, Shivaay,” Anika pleaded, her voice strangled and raw with desperation as she tried to push back onto his shaft, to impale herself on his throbbing flesh. “Please fuck me, please claim me, please ruin me for anyone else! I need your cock inside me, filling me, stretching me, owning me! Please, Shivaay, fuck me now! Fuck me hard!”

With a roar of triumph, Shivaay surged forward, the thick head of his cock spearing through Anika’s dripping folds and plunging deep into the scorching heat of her sex. They both cried out at the sudden intrusion, their voices echoing obscenely in the steam-filled shower stall as Shivaay buried himself to the hilt in Anika’s willing body.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” Shivaay groaned, his hips pressed flush against the globes of Anika’s ass as he fought the urge to simply erupt right then and there, flooding her womb with his seed. “I’ve wanted this, wanted you, for so long. Needed to feel your hot little cunt wrapped around my cock, needed to claim you, to ruin you, to make you mine.”

“Then do it,” Anika challenged breathlessly, clenching her slick walls around his thick length, relishing the feeling of being so completely filled and stretched by him. “Fuck me like you mean it, Shivaay. Fuck me like you own me, like you never want to let me go. Make me scream!”

Shivaay needed no further encouragement. With a snarl, he withdrew his hips until only the tip of his cock remained nestled within Anika’s dripping sex, before slamming forward and burying himself to the hilt once more. He set a brutal pace, the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the steam-filled air as he pounded into Anika with a single-minded ferocity.

“Yes, yes, fuck!” Anika shrieked, her nails scrabbling at the slick glass wall as Shivaay’s cock hammered into that secret spot within her that made stars explode behind her eyelids. “Harder, Shivaay, fuck me harder! Ruin my pussy, break me, destroy me for anyone else!”

Shivaay complied with a animalistic growl, his grip tightening on Anika’s hips, his fingers sinking into the pliant flesh hard enough to leave vivid bruises in their wake. He angled his hips, driving into Anika with powerful, precise thrusts that left her seeing stars, her body shaking and quaking with the force of her impending orgasm.

“I can feel you, Anika,” Shivaay rasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release, determined to bring her to the pinnacle of ecstasy before allowing himself to let go. “I can feel your hot little cunt fluttering around my cock, squeezing me so fucking tight. You want to come on my dick, don’t you baby? Want to cream all over my big, thick shaft as I ruin you for anyone else?”

“Please, oh god yes, please let me come!” Anika begged, her voice a desperate, needy keen as she felt her climax rushing towards her like a runaway train. “I need it, Shivaay, I need to come so fucking bad. Please, please, please let me come on your amazing fucking cock!”

With a roar that shook the very walls of the shower stall, Shivaay gave one last, brutal thrust. At the same moment, he reached around and found Anika’s swollen clit, pinching the sensitive nub between his fingers and rolling it mercilessly as his cock jerked and pulsed within her spasming sex.

Anika screamed, her voice cracking as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her juices flooding out around Shivaay’s pistoning shaft as she came harder than she ever had in her life. Her body convulsed and shuddered, her back arching as she pressed herself flush against the glass wall, desperate for something to anchor herself as her world shattered around her.

Shivaay followed a split second later, his Release surging through him with the force of a thunderbolt. His cock jerked and throbbed, erupting within Anika’s still-spasming sex as he pumped her full of his thick, hot seed. He continued to grind against her, working her through the aftershocks of her climax as spurt after spurt of his essence flooded her womb, marking her, claiming her, ruining her for anyone else.

They remained locked together for a long moment, both of them gasping and panting as they struggled to catch their breath in the steam-filled air. Eventually, Shivaay reached out and turned off the tap, letting the last of the water drip away down the glass walls. He gathered Anika into his arms, cradling her limp, sated form against his muscular chest as he carried her out of the shower and into the cool expanse of the bedroom.

He laid her down on the plush king-sized bed, taking a moment to admire the way her nude body looked against the dark silk sheets. Then, with a wicked grin, he crawled up the length of her body until he loomed over her once more, his eyes glinting with unspent desire and mischief.

“Round one,” he purred, trailing a finger down the valley between her breasts, over her stomach, and pausing just shy of the neat thatch of curls at the apex of her thighs. “And we’ve got all night, baby. Hope you didn’t have any other plans.”

Anika could only moan in answer, her body already aching and ready for whatever Shivaay had in store next. Whatever it was, she knew she would be more than happy to rise to the challenge. After all, she had dared him to let go, and let go he certainly had. But the night was still young, and Anika was determined to push Shivaay to his very limits, to see just how far he was willing to go to claim her, to ruin her, to make her his in every single way.

And as Shivaay lowered his head to capture her mouth once more, Anika surrendered herself completely to the passion and the pleasure, ready to face whatever delights and torments the rest of the night might bring. She was his, utterly and completely, now and for all eternity. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.