I gather the saliva in my mouth, watching Isla's body tense as she tries to stay still instead of writhing on me.
She whines, squeezing me again and making me hear fucking colors for a second. "Come on," she pants. "You're killing me. Fucking move!"
A smirk pulls at my lips, but I'm a little too busy to tease her for admitting this is everything she wants, even if she did it in her own, 100% Isla, way. Instead, I let the spit fall from my mouth in a long string before it snaps, landing just above her hole, making her gasp and wiggle with impatience.
I use my fingers to slide through it, lubing up my pointer and middle finger before sliding them against her again.
When I finally breach the entrance, using my fingers to spread her, her moan is low, primal, utterly and totally lost in the pleasure of being stuffed so full. As I start moving my hips again, Isla releases a small sob.
Fucking her pussy and filling her asshole with my fingers while her hands grip the edge of the table is the ultimate fantasy, one I've imagined time and time again. But nothing in my mind could ever compare to the reality before me. Her chants of my name, the way she meets me, thrust for thrust, no matter how hard I go. She takes all the abuse, screaming and sobbing from the overwhelming sensation. Sweat gathers across her back, redness from the exertion blooming across her skin. The previously immaculate ponytail is little more than a mess of tangled waves as I grip it again, using the hold to drive into her harder.
She sobs my name, trying to bury her face into the crook of her arm before I yank it back again so I can hear every fucking sound as her orgasm nears again.
"You're such a good fuck, Isla—shit—I love being inside you," my stupid mouth starts running, my impending orgasm and Isla's screams of pleasure turning my brain into mush. "Gonna fucking fill you up with cum again and again. 'Til it has no fucking choice but to take."What the fuck did I just say?
"Oh fuck," Isla squeals, her cunt squeezing around me. "Eamon,please."
I don't even have the mental power to deny her, instead leaning into it, practically growling, "Is that what you want, honey? You want me to fill you up and make you have my little demon babies? Give you all this fucking cum and breed you?" Her reply is unintelligible, her body tightening, the blissful end rapidly approaching for both of us. I groan, able to hold on for only a few more seconds, "Tell me. Tell me you want me to fuck a baby into you."
"Please, Eamon," she cries, her frantic pleading a pathetic, delicious scream. "Please fuck—oh, fuck, oh god, oh my god,please fuck a baby into me."
"Oh, shit. Fuck yeah— Come for me. Come all over this cock and I'll do it."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, baby, come on." My fingers and dick pump into her in tandem, and I pray to whoever might be listening to let her fall apart before I do. "Give it to me."
All at once, her body squeezes me, a hoarse scream leaving her throat. The second she falls over that edge, she pulls me with her, a demonic, violent growl escaping me as ribbon after ribbon of my cum paints her fluttering walls, both of us moving together to ride the last dregs of the orgasm. Her screams turn into soft, relieved moans, murmuring my name over and over while I slow my pumps, gently removing my fingers from her body.
Even once we've stopped, I can't bring myself to leave the warmth of her pussy, wishing for just a few extra seconds of this time with her.
Gently, I kiss her jawline, watching her beautiful, reddened face, her eyes closed in satiation.
"Can that really happen?" she asks, her voice floating almost dreamily to me.
I haven't had a single thought in my head, so I really don't know what she's talking about. "Can what happen?"
"Can you get me pregnant?"
Oh.I kiss her cheekbone, her temple, a smile lifting one side of my lips as I do, "No, baby. I can't." She sighs, relieved, and I chuckle. "But maybe we should try a few more times. Just to be sure."
A small smile lights up her face, and she finally opens her eyes, looking at me from the corner of one. "You should probably get off now."
Instead of shying away from her fear of the vulnerability of being connected to another human after the high of orgasms has passed, I tease her, "Oh, honey, believe me, I already did."
"You're not funny," she laughs.
Yes, I am."Yes, I am."
Yes, Father
Isla
Eamon's been gone all day, leaving me to fend for myself.
I trained with axes and the guns for two hours this morning, the drive to improve my shot drowning out any other sense.
I pushed back a couple meetings just to get my aim to a point I'm happy with.
