The steam filled the bathroom like a carnivorous fog, clinging to sweat-slicked skin and echoing every ragged breath. Emma's scream still reverberated off the tiles as I kept her pinned against my chest, my cock buried to the hilt in her convulsing pussy. But this wasn't enough. Not for her. Not for the wild, addictive hunger that burned between us.
"More, Wolfe!" she snarled, twisting in my grip like a possessed thing. Her eyes, glazed and feral, locked onto mine in the mirror. "Fuck me like you mean it!"
I slammed her forward, palms flat against the tiled wall. Her breasts flattened against the cold surface. I dragged my cock out until only the head remained, then hammered back in. The wet smack of flesh echoed like a gunshot.
"YES! FUCKING HELL YES!"
Her palms scrabbled at the tiles, fingernails scraping as I levered my weight behind each brutal thrust.
