She follows Rick to the shower

Eve barely registered the words leaving her mouth—just a soft, dazed “yes please” that came out more whimper than sentence. Her legs felt like jelly, pussy still fluttering around the thick load Rick had pumped deep inside her, cum slowly leaking down her thick thighs in warm, sticky trails. The kitchen floor was a mess beneath her: puddles of her squirt mixed with his overflow, the hoodie ruined and clinging to her heaving tits.

Rick scooped her up again—effortless, like she was nothing more than a plush toy built for this exact purpose. One massive arm hooked under her knees, the other cradling her back, her fat ass spilling over his forearm, cheeks jiggling with every step he took toward the hallway. She nestled her face against his broad chest, inhaling the clean musk of his skin mixed with sex, platinum hair sticking to her sweaty cheek.

“Ethan's mom is at the hospital,” he rumbled low against her ear as he carried her. “Won’t be back till after 4. We got the whole damn house, shorty.”

Eve shivered at the promise in his voice. Her new cunt throbbed emptily now that he’d pulled out, already aching to be filled again. Cock-drunk didn’t begin to cover it—she felt floaty, euphoric, every nerve ending tuned to him. To the heavy swing of his still-half-hard cock brushing her thigh as he walked. To the way his dark hand squeezed one plump ass cheek possessively, fingers sinking deep into soft flesh.

He kicked the bathroom door open with his foot. The master bath—Rick’s domain—was bigger than the cramped one downstairs: tiled in dark slate, wide glass shower enclosure, rainfall head already steaming from when he’d showered earlier. He set Eve down on the cool counter beside the sink, her bare ass making a wet print on the marble. The oversized hoodie was peeled off her in one smooth motion, leaving her completely naked—5'2" of pale, exaggerated curves glowing under the warm vanity lights. Tits full and flushed, nipples still hard little peaks. Tiny waist flaring into hips that begged to be bruised. That obscene heart-shaped ass spreading against the counter, cum still dripping from her puffy, well-fucked pussy.

Rick turned on the shower, cranking the heat. Steam billowed out almost instantly.

“Get in,” he ordered, voice thick.

Eve slid off the counter on shaky legs and stepped under the spray. Hot water cascaded over her, plastering long blonde strands to her back and shoulders, running in rivulets down the dramatic curve of her spine and over the shelf of her ass. She moaned at the sensation—every droplet felt like a tiny tongue teasing her oversensitive skin.

Rick stepped in behind her, towering, his dark skin gleaming as water sheeted down his muscled chest and abs. His cock—already thickening again—bobbed heavily between them, veins standing out, the fat head brushing the small of her back as he pressed close.

He grabbed the body wash—some woodsy, masculine scent Ethan had never touched—and poured a generous amount into his palm. Then those huge hands were on her.

He soaped her slowly, deliberately. Starting at her shoulders, working down her arms, then cupping her heavy tits from behind. Thumbs circled her nipples, pinching just hard enough to make her gasp and arch. Suds ran in white rivers over her curves. One hand slid down her flat stomach, fingers dipping between her thighs to wash away the mess he’d made—though he took his time, rubbing slow circles over her swollen clit until her knees buckled and she had to brace both hands on the glass.

“Still so fuckin’ sensitive,” he murmured against her ear, nipping the lobe. “This little pussy was made for takin’ dick, huh?”

Eve could only nod, whimpering as two thick fingers pushed inside her—stretching her open again, curling to rub that spot that made stars burst behind her eyes. She rocked back against his hand, ass grinding against his hardening cock.

Rick pulled his fingers free, turned her around, and pushed her gently but firmly to her knees on the shower floor. Water pounded her back as she looked up—way up—at him through wet lashes.

“Open that mouth again, baby girl.”

She did. Wider this time. Hungrier.

He fed her the head first—letting her suck and swirl her tongue around the slit, tasting the mix of cum, her own juices, and clean water. Then he pushed deeper. Six inches. Seven. Her throat opened easier now, trained from the kitchen. She gagged softly but kept going, hands braced on his thick thighs, nails digging in as she bobbed. Spit and water ran down her chin in messy streams, mixing with suds.

Rick fucked her face with slow, controlled thrusts—deep enough to bulge her throat visibly, then pulling back so she could gasp and drool before plunging in again. “That’s it… **** on it. That sorry stepson of mine don't deserve this throat.”

Eve moaned around him, pussy clenching on nothing. One of her hands slipped between her legs, rubbing frantic circles over her clit while she worshipped his cock.

After several long minutes of throat-fucking, Rick pulled her up by the hair—gentle but firm—and spun her to face the wall. “Hands on the tile. Ass out.”

She obeyed instantly, arching her back, presenting that perfect PAWG ass like an offering. Water sluiced over the heart-shaped cheeks, making them glisten. Rick spread her wide with both hands, thumbs pulling her open so he could see her gaping, cum-filled hole still leaking his earlier load.

“Fuckin’ ruined already,” he growled approvingly. “And still beggin’ for more.”

He lined up and slammed home in one brutal stroke—all eleven inches disappearing into her tiny frame. Eve screamed, the sound echoing off the tiles, but it melted into a long, broken moan as he started pounding. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with the rainfall shower. Her tits swung heavily with every thrust, nipples grazing the cool wall. Rick’s hands gripped her tiny waist—fingers almost meeting in the middle—using her like a sleeve built just for him.

He fucked her standing doggy first—deep, punishing strokes that made her ass ripple and clap. Then he pulled out, turned her, lifted one of her short legs high against his hip, and drove back in from the front. The new angle let him grind right against her cervix with every roll of his hips. Eve’s head fell back against the wall, mouth open in a silent scream as another orgasm crashed through her—pussy spasming, squirting hard around his pistoning cock, mixing with the shower water.

Rick didn’t stop. He picked her up completely—legs wrapped around his waist, her back pressed to the glass—and bounced her on his dick like she weighed nothing. Her fat ass slapped against his thighs on every downstroke, cheeks spreading wide. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to make her cry out, then switched to the other.

“Gonna fill you again,” he rasped. “Gonna breed this perfect white cunt till it’s drippin’ for days.”

Eve was beyond words—just high, needy whimpers and “yes—yes—please—Rick—!” as he hammered up into her.

His rhythm stuttered. Cock swelled impossibly thicker inside her fluttering walls.

With a deep, guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt and came.

The first blast was even bigger than the kitchen load—hot, thick ropes painting her insides, flooding her womb until she felt bloated and full. Pulse after pulse, so much cum it **** its way back out around his shaft, running in white streams down his balls and her ass crack even as the shower tried to wash it away.

He held her pinned there, grinding deep through the aftershocks, milking every drop while Eve trembled and twitched in his arms, another small, fluttering orgasm rippling through her from the sheer overstimulation.

Finally he eased out—slow, careful—and set her back on her feet. Her legs gave out immediately; she sank to the shower floor in a heap of wet blonde hair, heaving tits, and cum-leaking pussy. Rick crouched in front of her, tilting her chin up with one thick finger.

“Look at you,” he said, voice rough with satisfaction. “Fucked stupid and still smilin’.”

Eve managed a dazed, blissed-out grin—lips swollen, eyes glassy.

“More?” she whispered hoarsely.

Rick chuckled, low and dark.

“Oh, we ain’t done, shorty. Not even close.”

He turned off the water, wrapped her in a huge towel like she was precious cargo, and carried her toward the bedroom.

Susan wouldn’t be home for hours.

Plenty of time to break her in properly.