"Christ, you're fucking drenched," he grunts, "So fucking good, you're soaking me."
A pathetic sound escapes me, and I cling to him harder, my eyes slipping closed and my head falling back against the pillow. He takes the opening to swirl his tongue across my skin, sucking little bruises into my flesh across my neck and chest, taking my pleasure higher and higher.
One of his hands grips my ass harshly, lifting me into a slightly different angle that makes me see stars, his cock filling me blissfully and hitting that elusive spot all at the same time.
"Oh, baby," he moans, masculine pride filling his gritty, pleasure-soaked voice. "Is that it?Fuck—yeah, that's it. Right there, huh?"
I nod, another pathetic whine escaping me.
"Tell me."
"Right there," I pant, my nails scoring down his back.
His thrusts grow harder, the slap of skin on skin and the slamming of the bed against the wall echoing around us, almost drowning out the sounds of my screams.
"Again," his teeth sink into my neck.
"Right there, oh, oh— fuck, right there. Don't stop, please, I—fuck!"I'm gonna come. "God, fuck, I'm— I'm so— oh, please, Eamon."
That evil growl rattles his chest again as he keeps hitting that spot, grunting and groaning into my ear with every thrust. "Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight. Christ— Isla, baby, I need you to come. Need this little cunt to fucking— shit,oh, you feel so fucking good. Let go for me, honey. Let me have it, let me feel you coming all over me." His rambling, dirty fucking mouth pushes me over the edge into screaming oblivion, and even still, he doesn't stop talking. "Oh, fuck yeah, gorgeous. Keep going. Don't stop coming. God above, this pussy's perfect. You're taking me so well, milking my fucking dick like it was made to fuck you. Isla, Isla,Isla— fuck."
The orgasm rides out so fucking long I'm not even sure if he stopped talking or if I stopped being able to hear him, my ears ringing from the explosion, my mind only barely still tethered to the mortal plane. Every clench of my cunt sends waves of pleasure across my body, up my spine, all the way down to my toes as he continues to fuck brutally into me.
When the high wanes, Eamon's gorgeous face appears in my view again, brows furrowed and teeth gritted together as he slows his motions, bringing me gently back down to this planet.
"Have you got one more for me?" he asks against my lips, kissing them languidly.
"One more what?"
He huffs out a laugh, grinning from ear to ear as he changes the pace, slowly rolling his hips into mine to rub against my clit with every grinding thrust. A low moan flows from my mouth into his as he kisses me deeply, our tongues sliding together as our bodies move in rhythmic tandem.
When he pulls away, he nods, "Yeah, you're gonna give me one more."
Ohhh."I'm not sure I can again."
"That's okay, baby," he kisses my cheek, "I know you can."
He grips one of my knees, spreading it wide before pulling it up over his shoulder, practically bending me in half when he leans down for another sloppy kiss. Raising to his full height on his knees, he wraps one arm around the leg on his shoulder while the other grips my hip to pull me onto his cock, using me like a fucking toy.
His teeth graze my ankle as he plunges into me roughly, pulling frantic shouts from me as I try to reach for something to keep myself steady. The sheets, his legs, I'm reaching for anything and not finding purchase due to his punishing thrusts.
Already, I can feel the pressure growing between my legs, that overwhelmingneedto come. My moans turn into cries of pleasure, my eyes flutter closed.
"No, no, no," Eamon grunts, releasing my leg to grab my jaw, "Look at me. Stay right fucking here."
I nod, fighting against the instinct to lay back and just take whatever he gives me.
"Good fucking girl." He grips my leg again, fucking into me while pulling my body towards him with every pump. "Need you to do something else for me, baby."
I'm not sure I'm capable of anything at this point, but fuck, I'll try. "What?"
"Play with that pretty, swollen little clit," he looks down where we're joined, moaning loudly at the vision of our bodies connecting over and over again so brutally.
Tentatively, I let one of my hands slide down my stomach, reaching between my legs and finding that bundle of nerves, feeling how slippery and wet it is, how full of blood it is.
"Oh, come on, gorgeous," he grins. "Remember, I've seen how you like to play with yourself. Don't be fucking shy. Rub that clit so you can come on this dick again."
At the reminder of the ways he's violated my privacy, shame flows through me and, unfortunately, only brings me closer to the edge, the heat of embarrassment making my pussy flutter around him. I do as he says, rubbing tight circles on it and bringing myself closer to orgasm.
