Page 33 of Untamed
After a while, he fidgets, but I refuse to budge. “Ugh,” he groans. “Baby, I hate to move you, but I really need to go piss.” He chuckles, and my head bounces on his muscular chest. I shake my head, and his laugh grows deeper. He leans down and places a kiss on my head. “I’ll be pissing on you in a minute if I don’t go.”
His words heat me from the inside out, yet I can’t quite fathom why. He scoops me up and slides me to the side, and I let out a “humph” and watch through sleepy eyes as he steps out of the bed and heads toward the bathroom. His cock is hard and sways like a baseball bat with each step he takes.
The red coating it has me pressing my thighs together, and before I realize what I’m doing, I’m following behind him.
When I step into the bathroom, he’s at the toilet, aiming his cock at the bowl. He turns his head over his shoulder, and his eyes flicker with surprise before a gentleness takes over them. His lips tip up into a mischievous grin. “Did you come in here to watch me piss?” His tone has a playfulness about it.
“I need a bath.” I gesture toward the tub, and though I do need a bath, I’m not quite sure what brought me in here.
Am I already so needy that I don’t want to be away from him so soon?
Something crosses his face. “Put a towel out and sit up on the counter.” He tips his head toward the counter, and his lips curl into a knowing smile. “Watch me piss, then I’ll draw you a bath.”
I want to tell him I didn’t follow him in here to watch him pee, but even I can admit when I’m lying to myself, so instead of arguing, I place a bath towel on the counter and hop my ass up onto it, all while his attention remains focused on me.
“Good girl, Little Brat.”
I blush under his praise.
“Now place your feet up on the counter and open yourself up to me. Let Daddy see his girl while he pisses.”
My core clenches at his filthy words, and I do as he asks, then glance down at my apex. I’m swollen, with dried blood coating my pussy and inner thighs.
“Jesus, fuck.” His cock twitches in his palm. “Not sure how the hell I’m meant to piss when my cock is rock hard. Look at all this mess you made, baby. Look at your blood staining my cock.”
His solid cock looks angry.Can he even pee when it’s like that?
I swallow hard and rush out the question lingering on my lips. “Does it hurt?” I drag my bottom lip into my mouth.
His Adam’s apple slides down his throat. “Aches.” His voice is rough, and he licks his lips before continuing. “Fucking difficult to concentrate on pissing when my little brat’s bloody cunt is open for me to play with. Are you sore this morning, baby? Did Daddy fuck you good?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Show me where it hurts. Show me what Daddy did to you.” He nods toward my core.
I part my folds, then point to the hole he tore through only last night. “It hurts here, Daddy.”
He drops his head back with a loud groan and closes his eyes, then he turns to face me, and the determination in his eyes takesmy breath away. “If you weren’t so sore, I’d piss on your little clit and make you play in it. I’d bury my face in your wet pussy and lick it clean from you.”
Oh, Jesus. I shift on the towel, embracing the scratchiness on my tender parts.
“Then I’d make you lick my cock clean all the way down to my balls. I’d make you suck them until I spill.”
“Yes,” I whisper as arousal zips up my spine.
He clears his throat and snaps his focus forward again. “Turn the tap on for me, will ya? I need something to distract me.”
A giggle bubbles out of me, and I lean over the sink and turn the tap on.
Massio lets out a sigh of relief, and then a slow trickle of pee leaves him. I lean forward to watch, and he turns his head. “Jesus, baby. You want to see?”
Embarrassment claws at my insides, but the gentle expression on his face has me nodding.
“Use your words, Little Brat.” Whenever I don’t do something he expects of me, he calls me little brat, and while it should annoy me, it doesn’t.
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
He leans back enough for me to watch, then a steady flow of pee leaves him. “Look at it, baby.”
