The Ex

I stand beneath the rainforest showerhead, groaning when the hot, pounding water drenches my skin. Luis steps in, sliding the door shut behind him.

“You’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he whispers, lifting my hands into the air as he walks me over to the tiled wall.

“Luis,” I moan as his lips brush mine. I react like an animal, my teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his tongue forces them apart.

He pushes both of my hands with one of his, holding them against the wall above my head. His other hand is in between my legs, stroking my pussy so softly I feel like I might die of lust.

We are kissing violently now, and his fingers mirror the movements. As his tongue battles mine, his fingers swiftly rub against my clit, the hot water providing lubrication for him to move his fingers further down, opening me up with one finger at first, then two.

Then, it was happening; my body was spasming around him, the only man who could turn me on so much that I couldn’t help but orgasm at his touch.

“You still like that,” he mutters, and I sink my teeth into his shoulder as he chuckles. We battle to pleasure one another, but this time, I win.

I drop to my knees, wrap my hand around his shaft, and begin pumping it slowly. I wrap my lips around the tip and look up to see Luis looking down at me with an animalistic expression. His hair is dripping from the shower that is cascading around us.

I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation of water around us as I take him into my mouth. He tastes fresh and clean, and the guttural groan he lets out when I start sucking his dick drenches my pussy with desire.

I let him throat fuck me, his hands resting on my head as my lips slam against the base of his dick. My gag reflex kicks in a few times, but there’s no way I’m going to stop now. My fingers dance along his balls, squeezing them lightly as I feel him pick up the pace.

“I love watching you swallow my dick.”

I’m struggling to breathe in the shower, but he is so close I can almost taste it.

“God, baby, any minute now—”

Then, he came.

Thick semen is pulsing down my throat as he cries out, but my head is still moving rapidly until I’m sure he is finished. I swallow every drop, and then, he helps me to my feet.

“Stop being such a jealous bitch and come back to me,” Luis whispers in my ear as he lifts one of my legs around his waist.

“I can’t help it,” I reply, bracing myself for his entrance. I don’t know if it’s his Spanish blood, but Luis is always able to keep going, even after shooting his load down my throat. His lips meet my neck as he crouches down, entering me roughly.

I cry out as he lifts my other leg, hoisting me up so that I am pinned between the wall and his body. Our mouths meet, and he fucks me slowly before setting me down on the floor.

“Then fucking get over it. Have you done this with anyone else recently, chica?”

He spins me around, and my ass presents itself to him as he leans down, spitting directly on my asshole. I brace myself, both palms against the wall, as the head of his dick presses against my tiny hole. He loves anal, and so do I.

“Not this,” I gasp out as I feel him rip into me.

“No? But you’ve let someone have your pussy?” he groans, reaching around to massage my clit before he thrusts his hips against me.

“Luis, it doesn’t matter,” I manage to say as he lightly wraps his hand around my throat. His voice is in my ear, and I can feel his hard body pressing against my back.

“It fucking does. You’re mine.”

His possessive tone is new to me, and I gasp in delight as he fucks my ass harder, clearly jealous.

“See?” I gasp. “Jealousy.”

“I’m about to cum in your ass,” he growls, picking up speed as I cry out loudly, my own orgasm making me feel like a helpless doll on the end of his dick. “So who’s fucking jealous now?”

The strange sensation of him shooting his cum in my ass fills me, and we cry out together. His hand presses mine against the wall as he slows down his pace.

“I don’t think you’ll be going back to the party, Luis,” I say with a smirk as he slowly releases himself from me.

“I don’t think I want to, Jennifer.”

“Good.”