The noise that leaves Cormac’s throat is almost a shout, his fingers gripping my hair harder.
When I do it again, he shouts my name, the sound sending shivers up my spine.
Over and over, I slam my body onto his, the filthy slap of our joining ringing in my ears.
“Oh, Brigit,” he moans loudly, “Oh, fuck.” A desperate whine finally slips from his mouth. “Jesus, Brig, you’re gonna make me come already. I’m outta practice, babe—shit. This pussy’s too good.You’retoo good, fucking bouncing on it like that.” His rambling sentence ends in a moan through gritted teeth.
My eyes roll back in my head from that sound, closing so I can focus on the all-consuming pleasure of riding him, feeling every inch sink inside me over and over while he loses himself to it, fucking up into me every time I bring my hips down, the only sounds our ceaseless moans and bodies colliding.
His moans turn into a vicious growl as he grips my hair hard, arching my spine and stopping me from moving.
With hard, panting breaths, he holds me completely still.
“Cormac,” I whine. “I need to move.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he orders. “Lean forward.”
Not waiting for me to listen, he uses his grip on my head to push me down. Once I’m at the angle he wants, he spanks my ass, right on the wound he created earlier.
My cunt flexes around him from the sharp bite of pain and the immediate warmth that trickles out of the cut he slapped back open.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he groans. “Sorry, baby. It had all dried up, and I needmore.”
“More of my blood?” I whimper.This is fucking crazy. He’s crazy.But I’m letting him fuck me, so I must be fucking crazy, too.
“More ofeverything,” he moans. “Your blood, your cum, your sweet, sweet sounds. I want everything.”
“You can have it.” The words escape me immediately.
“Yeah?” he chuckles. “I can haveeverything?”
I nod against the pain in my scalp.
He moans, gathering my warm blood on a finger and pushing it against my back hole again, massaging in little circles that make my eyes flutter. “What if I want this?”
“Yes,” the word slips out like a fucking plea.
“You want me to fill this hole, too, Bunny?” his hips flex up on instinct.
I repeat the answer again. Emphatically,yes.
He breathes hard through gritted teeth, plunging his finger into me, the sudden intrusion making me scream, “Has anyone fucked your ass before?”
“Do toys count?”
He laughs, massaging my hole, “Do you have a hot pink toy for back here that matches your dildo?Fuck, I bet you do, huh? Perfect little Brigit,” he taunts, grinding his hips up, the motion driving his finger harder into me. “Everything has to match, even the toys you use to make yourself come.”
“Yes,” I confess n a whine.
His answering moan sends shivers up my spine as he works me open with his finger, slow, gentle thrusts in and out of me, “You’re notready to take my cock here, Brig, not yet. So you’re gonna keep riding me,oh yeah,just like that. And I’m gonna use my fingers to fuck this ass.”
My hips move in time with his hand, riding him and letting him bury his finger deeper into me, relaxing into his hold.
“Feels so good,” I mumble. I’ve done anal play by myself, butholy shit, nothing has ever felt as good as letting Cormac stretch me out while I roll my hips back and forth on his cock.
He hums in carnal praise, smoothly pushing in another finger, “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I whimper.
