Running my hands along the inside of his thighs, I take the tip in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the red and sensitive crown before bending down and sinking more of him in my throat. The feel of him, thick and throbbing, is blazingly hot in my mouth. His cock has always been warmer than the rest of him, feeling like fire down my throat, and I rest my cheek against his thigh as I bob up and down, moaning happily. The vibrationsmake him groan, and I close my eyes in pleasure until he strokes my cheek.
“Eyes on mine."
Arching my neck, I try to take more of him down, breathing through my nose and watching his eyes, pupils flaring his gaze almost black.
“Sugar sweet, aren’t ye?” he says. "Until my cock is in your mouth and then you are the filthiest, greedy wee thing.” He pulls me off him and lifts me up into his arms as I yelp, startled from the sudden transition, and we're back on the bed as he flips me around. “Hands and knees,” he orders, spreading my thighs.
Resting on my elbows, I turn my head to watch him. Across the room there's a mirror next to the door and I can see his reflection as he strokes his hands down my ass, looking at me, bare and completely open, and the view is both filthy and unspeakably hot. I'm fighting my embarrassment and wanting to close my eyes, but I arch my back more and he growls, dropping to his knees and licking me front to back and down again, pinching my clit, tugging on my nipples.
I’d expected tender sex, gentle, ‘Oh, you'repregnantsex,’ but this is nothing like that. This is arrogant, masterful, from a man who knows he's just won a decisive battle, and intends to conquer me too. He licks me over and over, toying and tugging with my nipples until they're red and a little raw before he pushes me further on the bed and thrusts inside me from behind.
Relief is shocking and instantaneous. The surge of heat inside me. The hard throb of his piercing, pushing hard at the top of me and starting an electrical surge that spreads through my lower half.
“Fecking beautiful," he murmurs. "Ye valiant, courageous, maddening woman. Launching into danger." He gives me a particularly punishing thrust then nearly knocks me halfway across the bed and his knees straddle mine, pushing my legs together tight and making the feel of him even bigger, more invasive. “Fighting like a savage.”
Going back on his heels, he pulls me up by my hair as I gasp, kneeling, with my back pressed against his hard chest. Fingers circle my clit, his other against my throat, pressing gently pushing my chin up so he can kiss me hard, demanding kisses suck the breath from me.
“Who do ye belong to?” It takes me a minute to register that he's asked me a question and he gives my clit a brisk slap with two rough fingers, the sting sharp and abrupt.
"Ah!” I gasp, “You, I belong to you.”
"You're mine” he grunts into my neck. “Every part of ye, body and soul.”
Grabbing his left hand, I put it on my stomach. “And you belong tome,"I say, biting his lower lip. He chuckles, a wild, warrior-like chuckle as his thrusts speed up, nearly knocking me off my knees. The hard ball of his piercing, running a streak of fire through my channel.
"You're going to come with me," he rasps in my ear. "You're going to break apart. Crying and begging me to let ye come again. Do ye understand?"
He's pounding into me so hard now that it takes three tries to gasp back one single word, "Y- y- yes!"
“Good girl,” he growls like the wolf he is. Pulling out of me, he flips me over and his mouth fastens over my center again, driving his tongue up inside me before spreading my legs wide.He pushes a finger inside me, andthento my shock, his slick and glistening cock.
The stretch isobscene.
Unbearable.
Wildly fucking arousing and I can't stop my first orgasm from barreling up and taking me over as my hands slap against his shoulders, fingernails digging in, trying to keep myself from flying apart into a thousand pieces.
“There she is, my greedy, wet slut, my good girl,” he says, his voice so deep that it ripples across my sensitive skin, sending up a spray of goosebumps in its wake. This harsh, wild stranger, slips his hands between us, tugging roughly on my clitoris and the shock of it makes me scream. “Look at us.”
Glancing down, I see his finger pushing into me with his cock, and I slap my hand over my eyes. The burn and bite is outrageous, my opening stretched tight, making my thighs shake and my toes curl.
"Yewillwatch me, butterfly,” he orders hoarsely. “Ye will take all of me and ye will ask for more. Do ye want to come?"
"Yes, please," I managed to gasp.
“Ach, such good manners,” he says with a cruel smile, green eyes blazing, enjoying my shock. He forces in another finger, and now the stretch is unimaginable. His fingers are pressing against my slick walls, his cock driving up and everything is on fire inside me.
He's a fucking savage, pounding into me, stretching me painfully. “Does it hurt?” he says with utterly false concern.
“You know it does,” I moan. “It's too much!”
“Oh no, love,” he says. “It hurts. But no more than ye can handle. No more than ye can endure.” His hips slow for a moment. “Your safe word is red. I will stop the moment ye say it. But if ye dinnae speak it…” His next thrust makes his fingers curl against my slick walls. “I’m going to fill ye full. You’ll count with me and on five, ye are going to come, screaming and kicking, and if ye dinnae do it, ye won't come at all.”
Whoisthis Michael? More savage than usual, untamed, and powerful, forcing me into positions I'd never imagined. I know he means what he says so when he counts, I tighten my legs around his back, barely holding on. He barely breaks stride as he pulls his from inside me, shiny and wet with my slick and they drive into my ass.
“Michael!”
“Hush, butterfly, unless ye want to say your word.”
