“Oh, yeah,” he answers his own question, grinning down at me, all sharp teeth and feral intent. “Fucking hell, you’re so wet, Brig. Tell me how bad you need this.”
“I don’t,” I lie through gritted teeth.
With another grind against me, his thigh rubs my clit and opening, and I canfeelhow much I’m soaking his leg.
“Oh, Bunny,” he fake pouts. “I’m getting so tired of you lying to me.”
Before I have a chance to plead my case and keep this fucking ruse going, he wraps an arm around my waist, dragging us up until I’m straddling his thigh, all my weight pressing me down onto the hard strand of muscle.
A mangled cry from the surprise and the sudden change in pressure barrels out of me, making Cormac groan, settling into the couch and gripping my bare thighs with both hands, his fingers digging almost painfully into my skin.
Barely containing a growl, he uses his hold on me to move me back and forth, spreading my fucking slick all over his leg, making me moan, the sensation on my clit overwhelming.
The look on his face is feral, his eyes locked on my cunt where it’s sat on him.
One hand buries into my damp hair, angling it and forcing me to look down.
“Look at us,” he moans. “Look at how fucking pretty you look, leaking all over me.”
Jesus Christ, his mouth.
But there’s no denying how fucking hot it is. As he moves my body and I follow his guidance, rocking my hips back and forth, I can see the red kraken peeking out from between my thighs, my folds parting around it, my pussy leaving it all shiny and slippery.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, his fingers flexing at my nape, the sharp pull sending tingles down my spine, between my legs, and into my painfully hard nipples. “You’re so beautiful, Brigit.”
His praise leaves me overwhelmed, and I release a pathetic, whiny whimper.
His hand leaves my hip, smoothing across and up my stomach, “Keep going, Bunny. You don’t get to stop until you come all over me. Butfuck,I have to taste these fucking tits.”
“Please—” I choke on my words, my whole body overwhelmed with need. “Please don’t cut my bra. It wassoexpensive.”
He chuckles, “Say please again.”
My lips form into a sad little pout as my brain tries to focus on how to make words again. “Please?” The whimper miraculously slips out.
His hand falls from my hair, and before I can even take a breath of relief from my scalp being free, his fingers pinch the back of my bra, making it immediately fall down my arms.
Cormac’s jaw drops and his brows furrow before he frantically grabs the straps and forcefully pulls them from me, tossing the bra onto the table.
A hot, heavy breath blows across my now bare chest, and it’s all the warning I have before he roughly wraps one hand around my throat, using the other to hold one of my tits up near his mouth.
Just before his hot tongue makes contact with my body, he pauses, looking up at me with wicked eyes, “What did I say?”
“What?”
“Isaidkeep going,” he blows on the nipple, refusing to give me the relief of his warm mouth until I comply.
With his hands on me, his lips inches away, and his strong thigh against me, I’m utterly powerless.
My hips move, drawing out his reply of a depraved, wild growl.
Watching for my reaction, he flattens his tongue, running it over my nipple just like he did to my pussy at the meadery, slow and filthy.
A loud cry flies from my mouth, and his eyes roll back in his head before they close. He teases the sensitive peak again, this time taking it into his mouth and sucking with a blissed out hum.
Biting and licking and sucking, he torments my breast with his mouth before moving to the other and repeating it, dragging desperate, pleading moans from me by force.
Lost in the sensation, I can feel the orgasm building, my clit fucking tingling as it moves against his leg, my whole pussy painfully empty, chasing the high and aching for him to fill me.
