Chapter 272 I’m your slut

Chapter 272: Chapter 272 I’m your slut

Aria’s POV

He slammed into me from behind in one brutal thrust.

I screamed.

In the mirror I watched my own mouth fall open, watched my stomach jump, watched that fat cock disappear into me until his balls pressed flush to my ass. The stretch burned so good I choked on a moan. Water surged over the rim.

"Fuck—look at that." His voice was wrecked as his eyes locked on the reflection too. Both hands clamped on my waist.

He lifted me and dropped me back down onto his cock, again, again, making me watch every filthy inch sink in. "Your cunt’s swallowing me whole. Dripping down my balls already."

He fucked me like that—using my body on his cock while the jet hammered my clit from below and the mirror showed everything without mercy.

Every thrust made my tits bounce. Every time he bottomed out, I saw my own pussy lips stretched white around his shaft, saw slick foam and water churn where we joined.

"Damian—ah—slow—"

"No." He bit my shoulder and slammed up harder.

One hand left my hip to grab my breast and squeeze until it bulged between his fingers; the other slid down and spread my cunt open around his driving cock so the mirror and the jet both got a clearer view.

"Keep your eyes open. Watch yourself get fucked."

I couldn’t look away.

In the glass I watched him own me—watched my ruined expression, watched his thick cock piston in and out of my hole in wet, brutal strokes, watched the water turn cloudy with how hard I was dripping for him.

"D-Damian—ah—too deep—"

"Too deep?" He laughed and snapped his hips up harder, punching a broken moan out of me. One hand left my hip to grab my breast and maul it, pinching my nipple viciously.

The other shoved down, two fingers spreading my cunt wide around his pistoning cock so the mirror got a clearer, filthier view.

"Look. Look how stretched you are. Look at that pathetic little clit twitching while I rearrange your guts. You love it. Your pussy’s making disgusting wet sounds around me—hear that? Hear how fucking cock-hungry you are?"

I heard it. The whole bathroom heard it—obscene squelching under the water, skin slapping, my own choked cries.

"Say it," he ordered, yanking my hair so my face was forced toward the glass. "Say what you are while you watch."

"I—ah—I’m—"

"Louder."

"I’m your slut," I gasped, burning with shame as I stared at my own ruined reflection. "Your—your cunt. Just—just for your cock—"

"That’s right." He groaned like the words went straight to his dick and fucked me harder, water churning white around where he impaled me.

"My queen in public. My filthy little fuckhole in private. Look at your face. You look so stupid when you’re full of cock. Mouth open, eyes wet, tits shaking—pathetic. Beautiful. Mine."

He made me rub my own clit under the jet while he pounded up into me, forcing me to watch my fingers work over that swollen nub as his thick shaft split me again and again.

"Faster. Get yourself off on my cock like the desperate bitch you are. I want to watch you cum on it. I want you to watch you cum on it."

I came hard, shaking, crying out as my pussy clamped down and gushed around him.

In the mirror it was filthy—my body jerking in his lap, his cock still thrusting through my orgasm, cum-slick water splashing up my stomach.

"That’s it—milk me. Make a fucking mess." He didn’t slow down.

He fucked me straight through it until I was sobbing and oversensitive, then buried himself deep and came with a groan that sounded like it hurt—cock pulsing, pumping thick ropes of cum into me while he forced my chin up so I had to watch.

Watch his cock twitch inside me. Watch white start to leak out around his shaft when he ground in deeper, stuffing it back in.

"See that?" He was breathing hard against my ear, still fully hard, still buried.

Two fingers scooped the cum trying to spill out and pushed it back into my cunt alongside his cock. "All in you. Don’t waste it."

"Greedy cunt can’t even hold a load properly," he muttered, almost fond, almost cruel. His other hand wrenched my chin up again.

"Keep looking. Look at that creampie. Look how fucking wrecked you are. That’s my cum leaking out of my wife’s pussy. Say thank you."

"...Thank you," I whispered, shaking.

"Thank you, what?"

"Thank you for—for filling me. For using me."

"Good girl."

He still didn’t pull out.

The jets softened. Damian kept me seated on his cock facing the mirror and reached around, using the gentler current and his fingers to "clean" me in the filthiest way possible.

Spreading my pussy open around his shaft so the warm water could rinse my clit and our joined flesh, only to fuck the leaking cum back inside me with slow, deep grinds every time it dripped out.

"Keep watching," he murmured, almost tender if his fingers hadn’t been holding me stretched wide for the glass.

His other hand stroked my throat, my breast, my stomach, possessive and unhurried. "Look how pretty you are full of me. Look how your cunt doesn’t want to let go."

I looked.

Flushed. Ruined. Impaled on him in the steaming water, his cum smeared over my folds, his arms caging me while the mirror reflected every shameless detail.

Damian kissed my wet temple, eyes never leaving mine in the glass.

"Good girl," he said softly. "Stay like this. On my cock. Where you belong."

And he held me there—still inside, still watching—until I couldn’t tell anymore whether the heat in my face was from the water, the shame, or how badly I already wanted him to move again.