Chapter 139 Too Itchy

"Alright, I'll give in today, but next time, you gotta follow my lead," Daniel said.

"You're such a tease, you never let me have my way." I pouted, arching my back a bit. That last thrust hit just right, and it felt amazing.

He slapped my butt and said, "If you don't want me to speed up, stop moaning like that."

"I can't help it," I whined.

He suddenly sped up a few times, then slowed down again.

"Stop it!" I moaned.

"Just a little lesson for you."

I glanced back at him and shut my mouth, trying not to make a sound.

The showerhead was off, and I felt my body heating up, even though we were moving slowly.

That one thrust hit the spot, but after that, it was just teasing, making me feel even emptier inside.

"I want it. Honey, go faster."

"Why should I listen to you?"

"Then keep it slow." I moaned lewdly on purpose, and he sped up his movements.

"You're too tempting!" He slapped my butt, thrusting quickly while holding my arm with his other hand.

"Lower your body, arch your back higher," he suddenly said.

I adjusted my position, and his movements became faster and smoother. I couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh.

"So deep, I want more!" I quickly felt an intense pleasure and couldn't help but speak out.

"You slut, trying to wear me out?" He kneaded my butt, placing both hands on either side of my hips, guiding me to match his movements.

I tilted my head back, my hands shifting involuntarily. His movements were so forceful that I felt like my head might hit the shower glass at any moment.

"Too rough, be gentler, I can't take it."

"Didn't you like it before?" he asked.

"I'm about to hit my head." I suddenly missed his place, with that beauty salon-style couch.

I hadn't furnished this place much, some areas were still empty. I could get a couch specifically for making love with Daniel.

"No worries, let's change positions." He moved a stool over and sat on it.

I stood on tiptoe, with him holding me up. I actively matched his fast thrusts, feeling him go even deeper.

"Emily, do you like the way I fuck you?" he asked.

"I love it," I said, closing my eyes and tilting my head back.

"Do you still want it gentler?"

"No, I love it when you're this rough, honey!" I twisted my waist, and he groaned, thrusting quickly a few times before slowing down.

"What's wrong?" I asked, opening my eyes in confusion and turning to look at him.

"You're too lewd, I almost couldn't hold back from cumming."

"Then go slower, I still want more." I moved gently, not as intensely as before, but still quite pleasurable.

"Your fluids have increased a lot, I feel like I'm slipping out."

"Stop it! Your cock is even harder, it's stuffed."

"Isn't this all because of your teasing? Let me feel how wet it is," He touched my clit, then my vagina, and said, "My hand is soaked because of you."

"Stop it!" I stopped moving, not matching his rhythm, but he started moving quickly.

"Your cock is hitting so deep." One of my hands hovered over my vagina, feeling itchy, wanting to scratch but not knowing how.

"It's so itchy, stop, take your hand away." His hand came over again, rubbing and pressing my clit.

This dual sensation of soreness and itchiness, combined with the hidden pleasure, was driving me crazy.

"No." Soon, I felt the urge to release. I bit my lower lip, trying to hold back.

"Baby, don't hold back, it's not your first time," he teased.

I still felt ashamed about that, thinking this was the same as peeing in front of him.

"No. Stop." As soon as I said stop, I orgasmed. I instantly felt weak all over, collapsing into his arms.

He didn't stop moving, just slowed down a bit.

"Stop, let me catch my breath." I just wanted to take a breath.

"Hold on a bit, I'm almost there too." Soon, he sped up, thrusting a few more times before finally pushing my waist, his cock sliding out and ejaculating.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief, starting to catch my breath.

His movements before made me feel like I couldn't catch my breath all at once.

"You felt good?" He held me, rarely asking about my feelings.

"Yeah, but after I climax, if you keep moving, it feels too itchy."