Moans and high-pitched cries fall out of my mouth and into his over and over, unable to stop the overwhelming need growing in my stomach. Even fighting against it, I feel every muscle in my body tightening, preparing for the inevitable release.
"Baby," he groans against my lips, biting slightly harder and soothing the sting with his tongue. "Fuck, come on. Give it to me. I know you need to come, rub that pretty cunt against my cock and drench me, gorgeous."
His name leaves my mouth in little more than a pained whimper, and he nods, growling and urging me on with a chanting of my name. "Isla, Isla,Isla," he groans as if he needs me to orgasm more than I do— like it's his lifeblood, his salvation. "Let go, little hunter. Let me hear you scream for me again. That pussy's so hot and wet, I can feel you through our clothes."
War rages in my head and my body. I don't want to give in, don't want him to have this level of control over me. ButJesus Christ,I haven't been able to make myself come as hard as he can, no matter how much I've tried. I've ached for this release, edged myself for hours, used my favorite toy over and over until overstimulation set in. Andnothinghas brought me to the edge like this. A little dry-humping and dirty talk, and I've become a mindless animal, chasing the high with someone I tried to kill not ten minutes ago.
And he won't shut up, drowning me with his dirty words, "I can't wait to have you wrapped around my cock, taking every inch and begging for fucking mercy. Is that what you want, Sweetheart? To be stuffed fucking full of me, stretched around me and used up like my own personal little fuck doll?" Theimagery of that last question almost pulls me over the edge, a loud moan escaping me.
With one deft movement, he rubs himself against my clit harder and bites into my neck, not drawing blood or breaking skin, just breaking any hope I have of fighting against him and the orgasm ripping through me.
A harsh, high shout barrels out of me while the damn breaks, wave after wave of pleasure taking over me while he keeps us moving, keeps rubbing against me through our clothes, licking away the pain of his bite. A sympathetic groan radiates into my neck, like my relief was his own, as his touch gentles. Working me all the way through until finally, my body returns to earth, and I come face to face with his gorgeous, stupid, gorgeous expression.
No mirth, no cruelty, just pure ego satisfaction and lust.
With the fog clearing, an unpleasant heat builds in my chest. I'm so fucking sick of how easy it is for him to use my body against me.
It's past time for me to return the favor, and he's far too worked up and pleased with himself to see it coming.
Fucking Ruined
Eamon
Holy fuck, that was hot.
Holy fuck, she'sso hot.
Holy fuck, I'm so hard.
Just like I asked, my beautiful Isla soaked us both, drenching us in her gorgeous release.
I fear if she even touches my dick right now, I'll explode. But I'm still begging her to do so. It'll be over too quickly; the writhing she did on me with those perfect tits in my face already working me to the brink.
Her face is flushed bright red, the stunning color of her blood rising to the surface showing all the way down between her breasts where they rest against my chest. I can feel and hear her heart pounding.
With tentative hands, I gently run my fingers across the back of her arms,upover her shoulders, cradling her face in my hands and pulling her lips to mine again. I want her so badly, crave her so desperately it's making me a fucking sap. I want to taste every part of her, starting right now with her mouth.
She lets me explore with my tongue again, her hips moving of their own volition against me, her body begging me for more, and I'm gonna fucking give it to her, consequences be damned.
We can fuck once and be fine. I just need to soothe this ache in my cock, bury it between her legs one fucking time.
Her mouth leaves mine, sloppily moving across the stubble on my jaw, down my neck, sucking and teasing with her teeth with precision. My dick jumps as she continues lower, both pleading for and fearing if she's headed where she seems to be.
Scooting down my legs, her hot cunt leaves its home atop my dick, an aching need to escape the prison of my pants making me pant.
Her knees land between mine, spreading them slightly so she can settle between them. I swallow, trying to remain calm because if she wraps those perfect lips around me right now, I'm not sure how long I'll survive. She might actually kill me with that mouth.
Her tongue drags across my lower stomach, and my cock jumps again. Her ponytail falls against my hip, tickling me. Wrapping it around my fist so I can focus on her traveling mouth, I try to regain some semblance of control, but she bats my hand away.
My instincts push me to grab her hair again, to free myself from these stupid pants and fuck up into her mouth, use it, punish it and her for being so goddamn tempting.
But she wants to do this on her own terms, and who am I to turn down a fucking blowjob from the sexiest woman I've ever seen in all my 100ish years on this plane?
Her eyes meet mine, large and wholly unguarded, as she wraps her fingers around the waistband, worldlessly telling me to lift my hips so she can drag it down. Heeding her command, I'm rewarded with a small smile as she finally,finallylets me out,my painfully hard erection bobbing against my stomach, already leaking precum.
She wraps one perfect hand around the base, giving it a teasing, barely there pump, and a hiss escapes me. She sticks her tongue out, flattening it, and so fucking slowly eases her mouth so close to where I need it before bypassing completely, instead licking the small white trail of precum from my abdomen.
She quietly moans, enjoying herself almost as much as I am. She's a wicked, terrible temptress, and I'm a fucking sucker, waiting for her to cast a spell on me.
