Chapter 94 MY STEPSON WANTS ME PART 17

Chapter 94 MY STEPSON WANTS ME PART 17
Marie’s POV
A shiver ran straight down my spine. My heart thudded so hard I swore he could feel it through my back. I hesitated for only a moment, then slowly slid my feet apart, the water streaming between my thighs as I obeyed him. The position made me feel open, vulnerable, but the hunger twisting inside me drowned out my shame.
The second I moved, he caught my hands. His fingers wrapped firmly around my wrists, pulling them high against the cold wall. I gasped softly, feeling trapped, pinned, completely at his mercy. My palms pressed flat against the wet tiles as he held them there with one strong hand, locking me in place.
“Don’t move,” he murmured, his breath hot and heavy against my damp skin.
I nodded weakly, even though he couldn’t see my face. My eyes fluttered shut, my forehead resting against the wall, and my whole body trembled with anticipation.
With his free hand, he reached down between us. My breath caught as soon as I felt him touch himself, his hardness sliding against my skin as he positioned it. He was thick, heavy in his grip, and when he brought it lower, brushing slowly against my entrance, my legs almost buckled.
The sensation jolted through me like lightning. My lips parted in a shaky gasp, and a tiny moan escaped before I could hold it back. He moved slowly, dragging the swollen tip back and forth against me, over the slick folds that throbbed with need.
The teasing was unbearable. Each stroke made my knees shake, my thighs clenching even though I had spread them for him. The water running down between my legs only made everything feel hotter, wetter, more desperate. I could hear my own breathing now—ragged, uneven—as if I couldn’t get enough air.
My body pressed harder into the wall as I tried to steady myself. “Please…” I whispered, my voice breaking, not even sure what I was begging for anymore.
His chest rumbled with a low chuckle, the sound wicked and full of dark amusement. He pressed harder against me, nudging at my tight entrance but still not pushing in. The pressure made me whimper softly, my body jerking as if it were pleading for him on its own.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered against my ear, his lips brushing over my wet skin. His words made heat bloom low in my belly, my body tightening with want.
He rubbed again, slower this time, dragging the tip across me until my thighs trembled and my eyes rolled shut. I let out another broken moan, pressing my forehead harder against the wall, my wrists straining in his grip as I tried to push back against him, to take more.
But he held me there, pressed against the shower wall, his chest warm and solid against my back, his hands gripping my wrists so firmly I couldn’t move. Every part of me was trembling—my thighs shaking, my stomach fluttering with a mix of fear and want. The water poured over us, hot and heavy, but I barely noticed it anymore. All I could feel was him—his body, his hardness, the way he was controlling every second of my pleasure, making me wait until I thought I would lose my mind.
My breath came in short, uneven gasps. My forehead pressed against the slick tiles, cold against my skin, while my belly, my thighs, and my core burned with need. My hips tried to tilt back toward him, desperate for even the slightest touch, but he held me still. I was completely at his mercy, every nerve in my body screaming for release, every inch of me soaked in anticipation.
And then—when I thought I could take no more—he thrust into me. Hard.
I gasped so loud it echoed against the tiles. My body jolted from the sudden fullness, every nerve exploding with sensation as he pushed all the way inside me. My knees nearly buckled, my toes curling against the wet shower floor, my hands pressed flat against the tiles as he kept me pinned.
“Oh—God…” I whispered, my voice shaking, my lips parting as I tried to catch my breath. The sensation of being stretched, of being filled so completely, was overwhelming. My stomach fluttered, my thighs quivered, and heat bloomed low in my belly, spreading outward in waves that made my body ache and tremble.
He held me tight, pressing me flush against him, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His hips moved slowly at first, just enough to let me feel every inch, every pulse of him buried deep inside me. My mind spun, lost in the feeling of him, lost in the way his body molded to mine. I had never felt anything like this—never like anyone had claimed all of me like he was doing now.
The water ran over our bodies, making everything slick and slippery, dripping down my back, my breasts, sliding between my thighs. It made the friction of him inside me feel hotter, wetter, more consuming. I moaned softly, little broken sounds, my voice lost in the roar of the shower, but he felt every sound, every movement.
His hand slid from my wrists to my hips, gripping me firmly, guiding me, keeping me in place as he began to move. A deep, rough groan left his lips as he started thrusting slowly, deliberately, letting me feel him sink in and out. My body shivered with each push, each movement stretching me, filling me, making my chest rise and fall too fast.
“Oh… Jamie…” I whispered, my voice breaking into a soft moan. My hips pressed back against him without thinking, chasing the friction, chasing the way his body moved against mine. Every single thrust made my thighs shake, my stomach tighten, my toes curl, and heat coil low in my belly, spreading outwards until it felt like my whole body was burning.
He leaned closer, his chest pressing harder into my back, and whispered something low, rough, right against my ear. I shivered violently at the sound of his voice, his breath hot against my damp skin. The water ran over us, down my back and down between my thighs, but I barely noticed. All I could feel was him, the solid weight of his chest, the hardness pressing against me, and the ache building inside me with every movement.
My hands pressed against the slick tiles, gripping them until my fingers ached, trying to steady myself as his hips met mine again and again. Every push of him inside me sent sparks through my body, making my knees weak and my belly flutter with an ache that was almost unbearable. I tilted my hips instinctively, pressing back against him, trying to feel more of him, to get every bit of sensation he was giving me.
He grunted softly, and the sound vibrated through my body. I could feel the tension in his muscles, the way his hands held me, steadying me, keeping me pinned, and the way his eyes—though I couldn’t see them through the steam—were probably dark and hungry, just like my own desire. The heat of the water, the slickness of our wet skin, the tightness of him inside me—it all combined into a storm of feeling that made my head spin.
My chest rose and fell too fast. My breaths came in ragged, uneven gasps, my lips parted in little broken moans. I pressed myself harder against him, tilting my hips more, needing him to move faster, needing him to push me past the edge I had been hovering on. My thighs trembled uncontrollably, my wetness slick against him, and every nerve in my body screamed for release.
And then—it happened. My first orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. My whole body trembled, every muscle tightening, my hips pressing back against him as I shuddered with pleasure. I cried out softly, my voice breaking into moans that were swallowed by the sound of the water. My toes curled, my fingers dug into the wall, and my back arched as waves of heat rolled through me, thick and consuming. My vision blurred slightly, and I felt dizzy with the intensity of it, my body shaking as he stayed inside me, moving slowly as I rode out the pleasure.
Just as I thought it might be over, he pulled back slightly—but instead of letting go, he spun me around in a quick, fluid motion. My wet hair stuck to my shoulders and back as he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. My arms instinctively went around his neck, holding on as he pressed me flush against his hard chest. The feeling of being held, lifted, and completely wrapped in him made me gasp again, my body already trembling from the first wave of pleasure.
The new position was even more intense. Every thrust drove deeper, stretching me, filling me, making my stomach tighten and coil with need.