“Christ almighty,” he groans, seizing my breasts with both hands like he’s starving for them. He mauls them rough, thumbs pinching my nipples until I cry out, arching into him. His mouth latches onto one, sucking hard, teeth scraping, tongue flicking until my whole body jerks.
I grind faster, desperate, slick soaking him, smearing all over his cock. He drags me harder against him, his groans breaking into filth against my skin.
“You’re dripping all over me, Aoife. Grinding like a slut. You want to ride this cock, don’t you? You’re fucking begging for it with the way you’re soaking me.”
My head falls back, hair sticking to my sweaty neck, and I moan his name, shameless. His mouth moves from one nipple to the other, sucking greedily, teeth marking me up like he wants the whole world to see I belong here. His hands never stop kneading, squeezing, pinching, his tongue making obscene sounds as he devours me.
Every grind drags the blunt head of his cock against me until I am trembling, until I can barely breathe for the need.
“Say it,” he growls against my breast, spit and teeth marking the skin raw. “Say you want me inside you, right here, right now.”
And I do. My voice is wrecked, filthy, pleading.
“I want it. I want every inch.”
The grinding has me so close I can barely think, but he growls low in my ear, and before I know it, he’s grabbing my hips, lifting me off his lap. My knees almost give way when he spins me around and plants me on my feet, but his hands never let me falter. He pushes me forward until I’m bent, my palms flat on the arm of the sofa, my skirt bunched around my waist, my ass pointed right at him.
“Stay just like that,” he orders, voice guttural.
His cock slides against me, thick and wet with spit and my slick, the head smearing over my folds. I whimper when he teases me with the tip, and then the first spank lands. The sound cracks through the room, sharp and obscene, and the sting blooms hot across my ass. I gasp, my thighs trembling, and he does it again, harder, before pressing his cock right against me.
“Look at you. Bent over for me, dripping and shaking. You love it when I spank this ass, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, the word torn from me.
He thrusts into me hard, filling me in one brutal stroke that makes me cry out, my body clenching tight around him. The stretch is dizzying, perfect, and he sets a rhythm that has me shuddering against the sofa, his hips slapping against my ass, wet and loud. Every thrust drives me forward, and the filthy sounds of my cunt sucking him in fill the air.
His hands curl around me from behind, rough palms dragging up my stomach until they close greedily around my breasts. He yanks me upright, my back pressed against his chest as he fucks me standing, his teeth scraping my shoulder while he squeezes and pinches my nipples with savage hunger.
“Mine,” he growls, every thrust slamming deeper, his cock hitting that spot that makes me scream. “These tits, this cunt, this whole fucking body—it’s all mine.”
I can only moan and beg, my hands reaching back to clutch at his hair, his arms, anything I can grab. He fucks me harder, spanking me again, the sound echoing as I sob with pleasure, my walls clenching so tight around him I can feel him groan against my neck.
The sofa creaks under us, my breasts bouncing in his hands as he uses me, dragging me up against him, pulling me back onto his cock like he wants to split me in two. The wet slap of him pounding into me, the smack of his hand on my ass, the guttural curses spilling from his mouth—it’s all too much, too filthy, too perfect.
“Take it, Aoife. Take every inch. Let them hear you scream while I fuck this sweet hole raw.”
And I do. I scream for him, because there’s nothing left but the way he fills me, owns me, pounds me until the world goes white at the edges and all I can hear are the filthy sounds of us destroying each other.
His pace turns brutal, every thrust deeper, harder, his breath hot and ragged against my ear. His hands are clamped tight onmy breasts, squeezing them like he owns them, pulling me back onto his cock so there is no escape from the way he pounds into me.
I feel him twitch inside me, the rhythm breaking, his groans turning guttural and raw. His voice is thick with desperation when it rips from his chest.
“Christ, Aoife, I’m about to finish. I can’t hold it?—”
“Do it,” I snarl, pushing back on him harder, my ass slapping against his hips, my walls clenching like a vice. I tilt my head back, hair sticking to my sweaty face, voice filthy and commanding. “Give me every last fucking drop. Fill me up. Don’t you dare pull out.”
He growls my name like a curse and slams into me, one last savage thrust that has me crying out, my body spasming around him. His cock jerks deep inside me and then I feel it, hot and thick, spilling into me in hard, pulsing spurts.
“Fuck—fuck, Aoife,” he groans, voice breaking as he empties himself, grinding deep so he can push it all in. His hands seize my breasts, pulling me upright against him while he pumps the last of it into me, his teeth sinking into my shoulder like he has to mark me, claim me.
I moan, greedy for it, rocking against him, my pussy milking every ounce while I gasp, “Yes, that’s it. Give me all of it. I want to feel you dripping out of me when you’re done.”
He shudders against my back, cock still buried deep, his hips jerking through the last pulses as his cum floods me. The sounds are obscene—his guttural groans, my cries, the wet slap of our bodies as he thrusts every last drop inside, filling me until I can feel it leaking hot down my thighs.
When he finally collapses against me, chest heaving, his hands still tangled around my breasts, I am wrecked and shaking, held up only by the sofa arm and the strength of hisgrip. We stay there for a while, because nothing seems to make more sense.
Later, much later, he strokes my hair. “Let’s go home, Aoife.”
