Own Me

Peeling off her clothes, Layla shivered.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, stepping into the shower with Lucas.

“The fuck do you think I’m going to do to you, Layla?”

His large hands roamed her wet body, grabbing at her plump little ass and round, perky tits. He leaned in, bypassing her lips and taking her tits into his mouth one by one over and over again until her nipples were sore.

“I could do that all day…”

Layla wasn’t listening anymore. She was too caught up in the moment, this time she had with a lover who gave her everything she ever wanted and pleasure she never knew she needed.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Layla let Lucas do whatever he wanted to her, and he wasn’t shy about giving it his all.

His fingers found her pussy, kneading her clit with his thumb as he entered and exited her tight hole.

“More…,” she moaned into his neck as Lucas obeyed her commands.

He lapped at her neck, running his tongue over her smooth skin, grabbing ahold of her waist with his other arm and holding her closer to him. His fingers showed her no mercy, plunging in and out, as deep as he could go.

“Fuck…,” Layla whimpered. “Don’t stop…”

Lucas wasn’t going to stop. He had plans beyond fingering her nice, wet pussy. He was hungry and he wanted dessert.

Kneeling on the floor, he draped Layla’s leg over his shoulder and buried his face in her womanhood.

Moans escaped them both, escalating to screams of passion as Lucas devoured her insides, his tongue dancing along her nub with such voracity that she couldn’t help but cum all over his face.

Jerking violently, Layla held onto Lucas’s scalp, half wanting him to stop, but knowing damn well he wasn’t going to.

“Another!” he demanded, continuing his mission inside of her core as she set sail for yet another release.

“I’m—I… Oh God!” Layla couldn’t stand up any longer, but before her body slid down the wall, Lucas caught her, his tongue caressing her mound as her release coated his chin.

“Suck me off, Layla. Get on your knees for me. I love it when you do this…”

Layla lowered herself to the wet tile and took his entire length into her mouth, deep throating Lucas as he thrust his hips to and fro to gain traction.

“My cock looks so good in your mouth, baby girl…” He held on to her shoulders as Layla’s nails dug into the sides of Lucas’s muscular thighs. “I want to cum in your mouth. Can I do that?”

Layla could only nod. Her body needed him inside of her, but she knew he enjoyed her velvet mouth around his huge cock.

“You ready for me, baby?” Lucas smiled down at her as she gazed up at him. “Here it comes.”

Lucas groaned out his flow as the hot, sticky cum hit the back of Layla’s throat. She didn’t gag, but swallowed almost greedily, licking her lips as Lucas lifted her up.

“Wrap your legs around me so I can ram my dick inside of you,” Lucas told her. “I might fucking die if I don’t get in there right now.”

Before she knew it, Lucas was plowing into her so hard that Layla could barely think straight.

Every single thrust of his cock inside of her caused both pleasure and pain, but she desired it, she craved it. This was something Layla had to have or life would end.

“Oh fuck me, Lucas! Jesus Christ Almighty!” she screamed into the locker room, her cries echoing around them.

Lucas didn’t think he could go any faster or deeper, but he was proving himself wrong at every turn. Whatever Layla wanted, Layla got.

He’d never seen her this way before, as if they’d never fucked at all or they’d never fuck again.

“Right there, Lucas! Shit, shit, shit!”

He plunged in and out and in and out, her legs just dangling now at his sides as he fucked her with everything he had up against that wall.

Lucas stepped out of the shower, his cock still buried deep inside of her, and sat down on a nearby bench.

“Ride my cock, Layla. Show me what you want! Take from me, use me! Yeah, that’s right. Just like that!”

He held her close as Layla gyrated on his hard steel, her channel completely consumed by lust and yearning.

“Is this what you want? You want me like this, Lucas?” She thrust her tits in his face for him to take and he did, claiming her over and over again.

“Cum on my cock, Layla. I feel you clenching my dick with those sweet little walls of yours.”

Lucas squeezed her ass, pulling her down on his cock. She yelled at the pressure, but continued her mission to cream all over him. She needed this, and she was going to take from him.

“Milk me, Layla. Take it all from me!”

Suddenly, Layla’s pussy bit down on him and she cried out in pure, unadulterated ecstasy, only stopping when her body couldn’t move anymore.

“My turn.” Lucas lifted her up and leaned her over the bench. “This is going to be a little rough.”

“Own me, Lucas. Just give me that big dick—” Lucas had already slipped inside of her before she could finish her sentence.

Nothing mattered at that moment—nothing except for the two of them and the passion they shared.

Lucas held her hips as Layla’s nice little ass jiggled even more as he rammed into her. He grabbed her hair, turning her head so she could look at him.

With her face flushed and her back arched, Lucas was deeper in this position and he was close.

“Cum in me, Lucas! I want to feel your cum drip out of me!”

With one last thrust, Lucas exploded inside of her, letting her hair go and watching as she pushed herself down his shaft, making his climax even more intense.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck!” Lucas wailed as the last of his release did, indeed, drip out of his little hippie and onto the bench beneath them.

Their panting and heavy breathing could almost be heard over the running showers. Both of their bodies were drenched with sweat and sex from head to toe.

Lucas turned her around, watching as Layla’s legs wobbled beneath her. There was a tinge of red on his shaft, and Lucas frowned. “I hurt you.”

“I asked for it.”

Lucas knew that whatever had just transpired between them, neither he nor Layla could come back from it now.

They owned each other.