His hand wrapped around my throat is likely the only thing keeping me from begging him to fuck me. I don’t think I could form the words right now, no matter how hard I try.
The sounds flowing out of me have ceased being separate at all, just one moan and cry after another, bleeding into each other until I’m nothing more than a writhing bundle of nerves and sounds.
Cormac groans into my skin, releasing my nipple with a last harsh bite that makes me fucking scream.
With his commanding hand around my neck, he pulls me in until we’re mouth to panting mouth.
“You’re doing such a good job, Bunny,” he moans against my lips, taking the bottom one between his teeth. “You gonna come for me, Brigit?”
I nod.
There’s no fucking point in trying to hide it or stop it.
“Yeah?” I nod again, and he nods with me, grinning manicallyagainst my mouth. “Yeah, this pretty pussy’s gonna gush all over my thigh. Then you’re gonna lick up the mess so maybe you’llstop— fucking— pretending,”each angry word is punctuated with a flex of his fingers around my throat, “you and your cunt don’t fuckingcraveme.”
The second those words leave his mouth, a screaming orgasm slams into me, starting deep inside my core, the almost painful flexing of my pussy making my legs shake.
A loud, sympathetic moan echoes around me, Cormac moving my body for me when I can’t anymore, dragging me back and forth to keep the high going. Every wave of pleasure, every clench of my body around nothing, all of it is brought to unimaginable heights with his rumbling voice floating endless praise into my ear.
“You’re so fucking beautiful right now.”
“Sounds so good, Bunny.”
“Fuck yeah, keep going.”
“You’re not done yet.”
“You can give me a little more.”
When my body is well and truly done, wrung out and destroyed by the orgasm, his hand wrapped around my throat moves me again, bringing us face to face. With a tender, brief kiss to my lips, he brings me back to earth before asking, “You good, Brig?”
I nod the best I can, and his replying smile is wholly unrepentant and self-satisfied.
“Good,” he kisses me again before roughly maneuvering me. “Now get on your fucking knees.”
My legs land hard on the wooden floor, leaving me kneeling between Cormac’s legs.
And two things become overwhelmingly clear.
One, his tattoo is soaking wet, shiny, and smells like my pussy, like I left my mark all over him, making me even wetter and needier even though I just came.
Two, his cock is so fucking close I could taste it, trapped beneath his boxer briefs, and leaking precum, the little spot on the dark gray making my mouth water.
Before I have a chance to chase the desire coursing through me, he takes my hair tenderly in his hands, making a ponytail with his fist to hold it out of my face.
Looking at me expectantly, he waits silently.
Swallowing the degradation and the way it makes me hot and achy all over, I slowly lean towards his thigh and drag my tongue along the shiny tattoo, slow and flat, tasting my orgasm and his warm skin.
He releases a throaty groan that I feel all the way to my toes, and I need to hear it again, so I follow the lick with another, gathering every drop I left on him.
He sighs, “You are avisionon your knees, Brig.”
Watching his face, I drag my tongue over him again, drifting higher, closer to the line where his underwear begins to cover his thigh.
With a wicked laugh, he tugs on my makeshift ponytail, stopping me from getting any nearer to his cock that I want in my mouth so bad I might actually beg.
His eyes meet mine, and he shakes his head, “No, baby, you’re not done yet.”
