“Yes,” I whine between frantic cries. “Oh, I’m gonna?—”
I don’t even get out the last of the warning before the orgasm washes over me, flooding my system and drowning me in pleasure, dragging out a ragged scream.
Just moments later, Cormac shouts out his own release, fueled by mine, his hips and fingers moving wildly to keep my body deeply in the throes of orgasm, my cunt convulsing, flexing, and relaxing around him, trying to take more and more of the warm liquid spilling inside me.
As my wails subside, Cormac’s hips slow, languid and sated, both of our orgasms spilling out of my body onto the bedding around us, the sordid slide of us together prolonging the drugging high until I’m completely, utterly boneless, collapsed into Cormac’s chest with heaving breaths.
He sighs, kissing my jaw and shoulder, gently removing himself from my body to splay me out on my back and hover above me, still letting me use his arm as a place to rest my head.
His lips land on mine with a filthy, satisfied hum.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he mumbles against my lips. “I can’t believe I ever let you walk away from me before.”
I swallow down the fear his vulnerability brings up, rubbing his tattooed chest to keep me fully present instead of worrying about what this kind of devotion might do to me.
It’s been easier to accept I’d never have this level of longing from anyone. That I could manage.
But having it, knowing it could vanish at any moment, is terrifying.
“You didn’t let me do anything,” I lean up to kiss his pec. “I ran before you could stop me.”
“I could have stopped you,” he admits, gazing down at me with barely veiled wonder.
I narrow my eyes, “How?”
With another long, smooth press of his lips against mine, heanswers, “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, Bunny, but I can beverypersuasive.”
I can’t stop the giggle that slips out of me, biting my lower lip to try to muffle it, only to be stopped by Cormac’s thumb on my chin, pulling it free.
“I love that,” he comments dreamily. “But if you keep doing it, we’re never getting out of this bed.”
“I don’t know what you mean bywe,” I laugh, running my nails gently down his chest, making him shiver. “I’ll be right here.You’rethe only one getting up.”
His phone goes off, and he groans, rolling over to answer it and taking me with him until I’m splayed across his chest.
“Just the alarm I set,” he presses a button before replacing it on the table. “I knew I wouldn’t be able to tear myself away from you even a second before I needed to. Ihadhoped to shower first but… there are worse things in the world than walking around with our cum coating my dick.”
“Oh, my god, Cormac,” I laugh. “Disgusting.”
He looks up at me hungrily, “You’re not gonna be saying that when I make you clean it off with your tongue later.”
My face flushes bright red, but I can’t deny it. He knows the filthier he is, the more I bend and break for him. And as terrifying as it is, that truth is also exhilarating, just like everything else with Cormac.
“Come on, Bunny,” he sighs, gently slapping my ass. “You have to go use the restroom. I’ll use the one in the hall.”
“You expect me to walk to the bathroom like this?” I can still feel all the liquid dribbling from my brutalized cunt down between my legs onto his thigh.
He glances down the length of my body with predatory intent, “No, I guess you’re right. You areso messy. How about you come sit on my face and let me take care of it?”
“You have togo, Cormac,” I argue, attempting to roll off him.
His grip around my ass tightens, “But we taste so good together.”
“I’msure we do,” I laugh, finally succeeding in escaping his rough hold.
My feet land on the floor, and I bolt, fully naked, with both of us running down my inner thighs, praying I make it to the bathroom before it drips onto the floor.
After taking care of what I need to, I’m caught by my own reflection in the mirror.
