"Isla," he groans, lifting his face enough that I can see how soaked his lips and chin are, shiny and wet from my center. "You're so beautiful." He licks me again, and I watch the whole motion, his tongue flat as it laves my clit with precision, just like he did my nipples. "So fucking good." His lips wrap around my clit, tugging on it and making me scream. "Yes." Praise falls from his mouth between every lick and suck.
"Sounds so pretty."
"Show me how much you fucking love this."
And I obey every order, a prisoner to his talented mouth, crying out and writhing, getting closer and closer to the edge.
"Scream for me," he grits, sliding two fingers inside my cunt, drawing out a loud cry from my throat. "Oh, just like that, honey."
"Eamon," I whimper out his name, so fucking close.
He moans against my skin, gripping me tighter, "Yeah, I know, baby. Can feel you. Fucking give it to me."
The second his hot lips wrap around my clit, his teeth graze it, and I detonate with a loud, sharp scream. The waves of pleasure drown me again and again, the walls of my cunt flexing rhythmically, pulsing around his fingers as Eamon continuesfucking me with them and caressing my clit with gentle presses of his tongue, prolonging the orgasm and groaning with me. His ministrations don't stop, not until the sensitivity of overstimulation sets in, and I whine in protest.
A sudden motion of the bed draws my attention, and my eyes flutter open, not even realizing I had closed them. I watch as Eamon stands, my gaze drawn to the firm ridge still hidden beneath his underwear, the unmistakable wet spot of precum showing just how affected he is by me.
Noticing my attention, he murmurs my name, bringing me back to him, "Do you want this?"
I'm frozen, unable to speak, scared I'll say the opposite of what I mean just because I'm terrified of the answer. Patiently, he waits for my reply, waits for me to seal our fates.
"I can leave right now," he gives me one last chance, "I'll walk out that door and we can go back to pretending."
"Now? Now you choose to be gallant and respectful?" I almost want to laugh. "When have you stopped and asked for my permission before?"
He narrows his eyes, "I'm giving you an out. If you're not gonna take it, I'm gonna fuck you stupid."
This is ridiculous. Just say yes or say no. He'll take either answer. You just have to decide.
I can't give him this.
He nods once, turning to leave.
"Wait!" I sit up, nearly leaping to stop him.
So fast it knocks the wind out of me, he tackles me to the bed, using his knees to spread my legs, holding my hands up above my head with one hand while the other wraps around his hard dick. Rubbing the tip against my clit, he taunts, "That's what I fucking thought."
I can't even find the energy to be angry with him or wonder how the fuck he dropped his underwear so quickly, not with theperfect pressure he's using, smearing my slick and his precum all over us both, rubbing against me and teasing my entrance while I wriggle and mewl beneath him. I try— and fail, to free my wrists from his hand, tugging and pulling against his firm grip.
"Beg me for it," he pants, his eyes heavy and brows furrowed, watching where we almost connect. "Tell me how bad you want it and you can have it."
"You fucking bastard," I grit my teeth. "Come on."
He chuckles, continuing the torture, leaning down to kiss me chastely, pulling away before I can chase his lips. "Be a good little slut for me, honey, and ask nicely."
This asshole and these stupid mind games. The only thing I want more than to get railed into oblivion by Eamon is to never,everhave to admit it. And he knows it. He also knows that my rationality is being clouded more and more every second he plays with my body like it's his favorite toy. It's only a matter of time before I break.
He gave me the satisfaction of confessing first, didn't he? It's only fair that I even the playing field, no matter how terrifying the idea of this truth is.
With a defeated whimper, I finally surrender, "Please."
He plants his lips harshly against mine, forcing them open and sliding our tongues together in a filthy, sordid kiss before pulling away to stare down at me. His gaze locks on mine, and in one smooth thrust, he buries his cock all the way inside me, stretching me to my limit.
A harsh intake of breath forces its way into my lungs, the pressure between my legs so intense, so fucking full I can't focus on anything else. Eamon's feral groan breaks goosebumps out across my skin. He sounds more animal than man, more monstrous than mortal, and the sound makes my nipples pebble further, desperate for those sounds and, quite frankly, all of him.
He eases out before pushing back in, more forcefully but no less smooth, almost languid, as he stretches me out, getting me used to his size. Moans spill out of my mouth in an endless stream, the fullness completely overwhelming.
His hand releases mine, and he cages my head with his forearms, bringing us unbelievably close as he pistons in and out of me, nothing but the sounds of our bodies joining and our harsh breaths between us. He finds a brutal rhythm, moving us together with the force of his thrusts. I reach out to grip his shoulder, his back, anything to pull him even closer to me and feel his entire body as it works us both closer to our peak.
