"Oh, I thought you didn't even want this," I taunt.
"I don't," she pants, raising onto her elbows.
With a chuckle, I plant soft kisses at the base of her spine, reveling in the arch as I take my mouth higher, lifting her shirt to bare more of that skin.
"No bra?" I tease against her spine, helping her wiggle out of the T-shirt. "Now, I definitely don't believe you. You came out here with these pretty tits on display, practically begging for me to play with them, huh?" I slide one of my hands underneath her body, gently thumbing a nipple before pinching it.
"No," she grits, but I can see the goosebumps rising on her arms, smell the wetness between her legs.
Releasing myself from my pants, I run the hard shaft along Isla's hot opening and drag it against her clit, her hips rocking with mine while she pants.
I angle my dick right where I need it, so fucking ready to bury myself inside her again and imprint my dick so deep inside her she'll feel me for weeks.
Wrapping my body over hers again, I grab her jaw and make her twist so I can look at her silhouette against the cold steel, whispering in her ear, "I'll give you one last chance, baby. Fight me off."
"Fuck you," she pants, but the insult falls flat when she's actively writhing and trying to take me inside her hot little body.
With painstaking precision, I ease inside just the tip, not giving her near enough to make her come, just enough to make her little cunt hungry for more. The pressure wrapping around the tip is enough to have me seeing stars, but I'll be fucking damned if I give her everything I've got when she won't even admit she wants it.
An angry, violence-promising growl escapes Isla, and I fucking shiver from the rage in her voice. "Eamon, I swear to god, if you don't fucking-" her threats are cut off with a sharp cry as I spear her all the way to the base of my cock, filling her and stretching her wholly.
"Oh, what was that?" I pump hard and fast, gripping her throat and her hip to make her body meet my every brutal thrust. "I couldn't hear you over the sound of me ruining this fucking cunt."
"Fuck you," she repeats. One of probably three phrases she might be capable of right now. She scrambles to find purchase, gripping at the hard steel beneath her body to find some kind of control. But she's my fucking doll right now, and I'm going to use her however I want.
Her pussy squeezes my shaft, her earlier almost orgasm bringing her to the edge faster.
"You gonna come for me already, baby?" I pant in her ear. "Come on, you're not even gonna make me work for it?"
Against my grip, she shakes her head, using all her might to concentrate on not falling apart.
"No?"
Acceptance wins over, and she nods, both defeated and utterly, wholly, blissfully victorious.
Keeping up the brutal pace, my hand moves from the front of her throat to the back, laying her flat on her front. Keeping herstill while I punish her body for being so goddamn perfect it's turned me into an idiot, my other hand moves from her hip back to that dark ring of muscle, pressing against it with my middle finger.
Isla moans my name, joining the dark, sordid symphony of hard, wet slaps as our bodies join over and over again. Higher and higher, her pleasure soars, nearing the edge of insanity as I feel the need to come building in my spine. She feels so fucking good, taking my dick like it was formed just to fill her.
Her short, panting breaths and sharp moans drive me wild, taking my thrusts harder and harder, pressing against her tight hole and massaging it so thoroughly small sobs fall from her mouth.
Just as Isla's body freezes, that long pause right before the fall, her mouth frozen open, just waiting for the moment she falls over and screams, I push past the puckered hole, my finger sliding inside her ass to send her soaring into oblivion.
She comes with a shout, the squeezing of her hot walls around my shaft threatening to bring my own orgasm far sooner than I want it. Her cries echo off the steel around us, reflections of her delirious pleasure in both the sounds and the sights of the table and cabinets.
Slowly, her orgasm wanes, the flexing around me slowing to a halt as I gentle my movements, riding out the high with her until she's boneless and thoughtless beneath me.
Still buried inside her, I lean forward, kissing her shoulder, moving my hand from her neck into her hair, gripping it at the nape so I can arch her back. She moans softly, eyes fluttering open as she comes back from her little death.
Slowly, the finger still inside her starts pumping. Keeping my body still while I finger fuck her asshole is one of the most difficult things I've ever done. All I want to do is rut into heruntil I can't any longer, until our fucking souls have departed this plane.
A choked moan escapes her as she tries to writhe against me, trying to gain the friction of my dick inside her again. "Hold still," I warn her, stretching and filling her ass. "If you keep wiggling, I won't let you come again."
Rather than comply, the little minx bears down on me, squeezing her perfection tighter around my cock. A growl rumbles in my chest, unable to do anything about it since she technically stopped wiggling.
Instead, I ease my finger out of her ass, releasing her hair and standing tall. With both hands, I spread her cheeks, the view beneath me one of utter glorious debauchery.
Isla's pussy stretched around me, all of her juices coating my cock and dripping down both of our legs. And her other hole, begging for more of my attention.
