Another finger sinks inside my ass with no resistance at all, soaked from my pussy and moving so smoothly in and out of me that it slides right in beside the other. I push back againsthim, trying to get more inside me, fucking myself onhis fingers with wanton abandon.
He grunts his approval, working faster and harder until I'm seconds away from falling apart.
Just before I find release, he eases his fingers from me, and I cry out in protest.
With a chuckle, he stands, his entire body crowding and covering mine as he kisses my jawline. "Sorry, baby."
"Jerk," is all I canmanage tosay, my brain completely fried.
Ignoring the insult, he reaches a hand around my front, wrapping it around my throat, his arm nestled between my tits. His legs spread mine, his dick already primed at my back entrance, teasing the hole as he grinds against me slowly. My body tenses, knowing the discomfort that's to come. Anal is a stretch no matter what, and Eamon isexceptionally large, almost scarily so.
"Relax," he breathes, kissing my neck gently, sucking sweetly on the skin like he isn't about to completely obliterate my body with his dick. "I'm gonna take such good care of you. Promise."
As the tip of his dick presses against the slightly relaxed hole, I take a stuttering breath, trying to fight against the instinct to squeeze against the intrusion.
"Breathe, baby," he coos. I try my hardest to listen, taking a deep breath in before releasing it. "Good girl. Keep going."
Once again, I take a big inhale, but as I let it go, he drives just his tip inside my ass with a low, primal moan. The overwhelming pressure makes my breath stutter. "Eamon," I whimper out his name. "It's too big."
I feel him grin against my skin, "Nah. You can take it." He pulses his hips, moving just the head in and out, "It's gonna feel so good once it's all the way in. You're gonna fucking love this."
He keeps shallowly pumping, driving only incrementally further into me, the fullness pulling filthy groans from us both, the tight ring of muscles slowly giving way to allow him inside. With each inch he buries into me, my resolve softens, my body goingfullypliant in his capable hands. I can't speak, can't even think. All I can do is grip his strong armdraped around my front and force myself to keep breathing.
"You're doing so well, gorgeous. I'm almost there— fuck, this ass feels incredible,"hisvoice keeps me grounded, forcing me to remain completely present.
When I feel his hips meet my ass, his length buried wholly inside me, I practically choke from the pressure, so goddamn full I can't take it, trying to wriggle from his grip.
His hand flexes around my throat, holding me still, "Shh. Shh. You're okay. Jesus Christ, Isla, you're so fucking good. Every single one of your holes takes me so well. Can't wait to feel you come like this."
The praise freezes me just as much as his hand does. I want to be good for him, want to let him use me however will bring us both to ecstasy in a way only he can.
But I can't relax.He'stoo big. It's too much.
He must realize it's too much of a struggle, his hand leaving my hip to fall between my legs, rubbing gentle circles on my clit. With a harsh moan, my hips move on their own accord, chasing the friction of his fingers and the fullness of his dick buried in my ass.
"There you go, baby." He grunts, moving his hips with me, "Fucking hell—shit!Yeah. Yeah that's it. Writhe on my dick, just like that. Fuck yourself on it."
My head falls back onto his shoulder, the fullness turning from discomfort to ecstasy as he continues to play with my clit. My eyes slip closed, stars bursting behind them as my muscle relaxes around him, taking him impossibly deeper.
He growls, giving me a brutal thrust that makes me squeal.
His pleased groan vibrates his chest against my back, every inch of my body covered and consumed by all the things that make Eamon so powerful and mind-blowing.
Setting a pace that I can't keep up with, he starts moving in earnest, pressing and pulling, working in and out of me with filthy, reckless motions. His fingers leave my clit, and I whimper just for a moment, wishing for the double stimulation back again, needing that touch to find the release he's been working me towards for so long.
He leaves filthy kisses across my shoulder, fucking me into the wall over and over, "Don't worry, baby. I promised you something and I intend to follow through right fucking now."
I can't remember what it is he promised, can't think of anything but how his cock keeps hitting me at the perfect angle, pulling frantic cries from me with every push of his strong hips.
The second warm water starts shooting at my clit, I scream, the pulsating flow hitting the already swollen and sensitive bud. Every muscle in my body tenses, my cunt fluttering already, pushed too close to the edge to hold back.
"Oh,yeah," Eamon groans, his teeth grazing my shoulder. "Does that feel good?"
I can't answer. Can't do anything but scream and cling to Eamons strong arm holding me stillwhilehe relentlessly fucks me into oblivion. Tension builds between my legs, the pressuregrowing and growing as my cries turn frantic, sharp, and breathy.
The sounds of our bodies joining and Eamons harsh grunts and groans, the water making us slide together, the intense sensation of the showerhead hitting my clit with tiny, almost painful pulses while Eamons cock brushes my G-spot with every thrust. Every one of my senses comes into sharp clarity, my cunt barreling towards finish no matter how hard I might try to hold out a little longer.
"Oh, fuck, Isla. You sound so good screaming for me," he moans, the sound breaking goosebumpsoutalong my skin. "Love this. God, I love being inside you. Love fucking you. I fuckinglovethe way your body takes me."
