He doesn’t stop, using both hands to bring more and more, pleasure with one hand, pain with the other, dragging the orgasm on and on. I’m powerless to stop it or even stop the screams, stuck in this vulnerable position, leaving Cormac free to dole out as much of the blissful torture as he wants, working me through it with expert precision.
“Oh, Bunny,” he moans loudly, digging his thumb harder into the fresh wound, “Fuck, yeah, you’re coming so hard for me. Oh, this cunt loves giving it up for me, huh? You’re so good, love seeing all of you flexing and squeezing, even this hot little back hole is begging for me.” To punctuate his words, he presses the bloodied thumb against my asshole, making me squeal and bite the fucking sheets.
He massages it and keeps filling my pussy with his fingers until my screams subside, my body relaxing from the high. His touch gentles, slowing and eventually stopping, removing his fingers from between my legs and gently pulling me back up onto my hands and knees.
“You okay?” he asks when I can breathe again, kissing up my spine until he’s at my shoulder, gaze locked on my face.
I nod.
“Was that good?” he pries, raising a single brow with a smile. He doesn’t need to ask; the evidence of how fucking incredible it was is coating his hand and my inner thighs.
I nod anyway.
His lips land on mine, hot and commanding, his tongue immediately swiping across my bottom lip, not asking for entrance but demanding. I obey without hesitation, opening and welcoming his tongue against mine, sliding across it, our mouths fused together as he grinds his body into mine, his hard length pressing against my sore ass through his underwear.
“Brigit,” he presses my name against my lips. “Baby, I need to get inside you so fucking bad, but I’m not done looking at my artwork,” his fingers drift over the cut in question.
“What a conundrum,”I mumble.
He grins, “Don’t you worry, Bunny, I already have a solution.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” he nods, “I’m gonna lay back, and you’re gonna sit this pretty pussy on my cock so I can watch your ass bleed while you writhe on me.”
A quiet moan rumbles in my throat, and he grins wildly, those sharp teeth shining in the afternoon light before shoving me by my hip to fall onto my side and climbing off the bed.
He drops his underwear, and my eyes immediately land on his dick, the veins running underneath it, the head so full of blood it looks painful.Fuck, that’s a pretty cock.
He grips it and tugs a few times, making precum gather at the tip.
“Brig, if you keep looking at it all hungry like that, I’m gonna make you fucking choke on it,” he tells me through gritted teeth.
When my eyes meet his, I know desperation is written all over my face just by the smug smile on his.
He shows me mercy, finally climbing onto the mattress, sitting slightly reclined against a mountain of pillows and the headboard. Without warning, he leans forward, dragging me by my hips until I’m straddling him, facing the TV in front of us.
As the tip of his cock brushes my folds, I gasp; the tiny touch enough to send fizzles of pleasure through me.
Spurred on by my reaction, he drives his hips up and pulls mine down, sinking me onto his rock-hard length, spearing me on it all at once, dragging a ragged cry from my lips as my body adjusts to the sudden pressure against my walls.
He releases a low, rumbling moan of my name, using his hold to roll my hips, back and forth across him, his cock hitting an angle that makes my toes curl.
With every rock, I moan, this position making him feel so unbelievably deep, the head prodding spots inside me I didn’t even know existed, all the while my clit rubs against his pelvis, adding to the intensity.
“Jesus, Brig,” Cormac moans. “This pussy,fuck.”
I keep moving, finding the rhythm that pulls endless moans from me.
“Oh, that’s it,” he praises, releasing my hips to run his warm palms over my skin, letting me take over. “Good job, baby, move those fucking hips on me. Jesus, you look good from back here.”
I whine his name and he pulses his hips up, dragging one palm up my back to grip the hair at my nape and bend me a little further forward. “Keep going, Bunny, don’t stop.”
I canfeelhow badly he’s trying to stay in control, how his fingers tremble in my hair, I can even hear the quiet whimpers he’s trying to swallow down, as destroyed with pleasure as I am.
But I want him evenworse. I need him wild and desperate, the way he always makes me feel.
Instead of rocking back and forth, I lift and bounce.
