Hell yes

Lucas didn’t give her a second to catch her breath. The moment her feet touched the floor, he turned her sharply, spinning her to face the wall. One arm wrapped tight around her waist, the other sliding up her chest, fingers spreading beneath her breast, steadying her.

Her palms slapped the tile, breath still ragged from climax, when she felt his cock—hot, swollen, heavy—press against her slick entrance.

“Lucas—”

He thrust into her in a single, brutal push.

“Ahhh—!” Emily cried out, the sound punching from her lungs as her back arched, walls stretching wide around his thickness. Her thighs went weak instantly, but his arm held her firm, hips rolling forward, driving into her again before she could even breathe.

She wrapped one leg around his, **** for leverage.

He filled her completely—long, thick, each inch forcing her body to open, to yield. Her wetness made every movement obscene, a mess of slick sounds that echoed under the hum of dryers and the distant spray of hoses.

His pace was relentless. Hard, deep, punishing.

“F-fuck yes—” she gasped, cheek pressed to the tile, hands scrabbling for purchase.

Her body rocked with every thrust, breasts jostling, nipples grazing the cold wall, the contrast maddening. He grunted behind her, rough and breathless, one hand gripping her hip while the other slid down to rub tight, brutal circles over her clit, forcing her legs to tremble all over again.

She couldn’t think—couldn’t even see—just felt: his cock slamming into her, her body clenching, his fingers teasing her right on the edge again.

Then her orgasm hit like lightning.

Her cry tore out, full-throated, her body seizing around him as waves of pleasure crashed up her spine. She squeezed around him so tight he groaned through his teeth, bucked harder, deeper, until he was right there with her.

“Fuck—” he growled, slamming into her once, twice more—

And then she felt him pulse inside her, thick and hot, hips grinding as he spilled deep, his breath rough against the back of her neck.

They stayed like that, tangled, shaking, sweat and water mixing down their skin.

Machines roared outside. But inside, the world had narrowed to breath, muscle, and heat.