“What are you…” I swallow my words when Cillian pulls me down to lay over his lap with my ass propped up.
“Fuck, baby. Your skin is so soft,” Cillian groans out, using his free hand to spread my legs before he grips my ass again. I feel it, him hesitating, and I know I need to say something to shock him out of it.
“I know you watch me. I know about the cameras. I like that you watch me, Cillian.”
CILLIAN
“Ido. You are my whole life, Ellie, and I’m very protective of you,” I grit out the words. She might be innocent in a lot of ways, but she knows exactly what she’s doing to me right now. I need to turn her ass pink for sassing me. I want to watch it bounce with the smack of my palm. I want her to know that despite how out-of-control I feel, I’m going to give her exactly what she needs from me and take what I so desperately need from her.
“Are you going to spank me?” My Ellie girl gasps out the words, but I don’t answer her because I can feel how strong the lust is ripping through my entire body. I’ve never felt this way before, and I don’t think I can control myself any longer. I thought I could handle this, bringing her to the cabin and spending Christmas with her. The moment she stripped off her pants and offered herself to me diminished all of that. She has no clue what she’s asking me for. She doesn’t know the ways I want to take her, fill her full of my cum. She has no clue what I want to do with her.
I feel absolutely feral right now. I feel like I need to either hold her down and violently fuck her, or I need to flip her under me, bury myself to the hilt inside of her sweet pussy and staythere for the rest of my life. I bring my hand up high, and smack her on the ass cheek hard. She cries out, but shoves closer to me.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” I tell her, and I swear she lets out a little sound of pleasure. “Do you want to be good for me, Ellie?” I ask her, holding my palm over the pink mark forming on her ass cheek.
“Ouch,” my girl whines, looking back at me. Ellie’s bottom lip juts out just enough to make me want to make her cry out for me again.
“Answer me, baby. Do you want to be a good girl for me?” I lower my voice when I praise her. “I know you can be such a good fucking girl for me, can’t you?”
I bring my palm up and slap the same cheek in the same spot again. And again. I keep going until her fingers are digging into my thighs and she’s gasping my name.
“Yes. God, yes. I can be a good girl for you,” she cries out, and I can feel her body trembling. Ellie looks so vulnerable like this, and I have the urge to show her that she belongs to me and no one else. We’ve crossed the line, and we can never go back to the way things were before she let me touch her.
My hand comes down hard on her other ass cheek. Ellie’s abdomen is pressed against my hard cock, and I want nothing more than to feel her hand or mouth wrapped around my length.
“Tell me who you belong to, baby,” I beg her to say it. I need to hear it, and when she doesn’t comply, I’m quick to bring my hand down hard on the back of her thigh. She lets out a half-cry half-moan, but still doesn’t say what I desperately need to hear. “Spread your legs wider. I want to see my pussy,” I grit out the words because I’m losing control. I wanted to take my time with her, but I don’t know how long I can keep this up. I need to be inside her. I need to feel her pussy strangling my cock.
My girl spreads her legs the best she can in the position I’m holding her in, and the little strip of lace covering her pussy hasme unable to think straight. I need to know what her bare pussy feels like. I want to know what she tastes like. Before our little winter getaway is over, I’m going to know how her tight little hole will feel stretched around my cock. As I bring my hand down hard one more time on her stinging ass, I let my fingers brush against her panties. Ellie is so warm and wet, and I need more. My girl lets out a groan mixed with the most satisfied moan I’ve ever heard before.
“Be my good girl, baby,” I press my finger against her panties, right where I know the entrance to her pussy is. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“That’s all I want is to be yours,” Ellie breathes out the words. I feel her tense up like she might be expecting another slap to her ass. “Cillian,” The way she says my name is so shy that my cock comes to life, pulsing against her lower belly.
I rub my hand up the back of Ellie’s thigh and let her wrists go from my tight grip. “You are, baby. You’re mine, and I belong to you,” I growl, my hand coming down so gently to cover her ass. Ellie hisses, probably from the sensation of my rough palm covering her super sensitive skin. “Sit up,” I tell her, and I have to remind myself to use the gentle voice I only use with her. I’m so needy for her right now, I can’t let that cloud my judgment. She’s never done any of this before, and I need to make everything perfect.
My girl moves up to sit on her knees, and I can’t help but run my hand up over her ass one more time. When she moves to crawl off of me, I realize that she thinks we’re done here, but this is far from over. She’s not going to get any rest until we go back to Castlebrook, and even then I’m going to want to be inside of her twenty-four-seven.
“Sit on my cock, Ellie girl. I need to feel you,” I say, surprising even myself. I’ve never talked this way to another woman, butwhat I have realized is that with Ellie it's natural, all instinct. I’m just telling her how I feel and what I want from her.
Ellie trembles as she lifts her leg across my lap to sit down facing me.
“My God, you’re stunning,” I tell her as I let my hand come up to rub from the top of her panties all the way up Ellie’s stomach. I pause for half of a second when I reach the bottom of her breast, but she leans into my touch, clearly wanting everything that I’m offering her right now. I need to lay my claim, mark her in every way I possibly can. I cup her fully in my hand, kneading the supple skin as I lean up and kiss her roughly. I let my tongue slide against hers as my fingers find her hard nipple. She rocks on my lap, grinding against my hard cock.
I push her top up and lean forward, letting her tits brush against my face. I can’t help myself, I need to taste her. I nudge her top up, exposing her full, round breasts to me. Her nipples are dusty pink and beaded so tight from the cold and my touch. I press tiny kisses along her collarbone. I can’t help dragging my mouth down to her nipple and latching on. I can feel the cold front moving in to settle on the property, and I know that I need to get her inside, start the fire and slow things down. I thrust my hips up slightly, letting her feel just how fucking turned on she’s made me. The way she moans and arches back when I suck on her nipple a little harder has my cock throbbing in my jeans.
I need to get my head together if I’m not going to fuck this up. We’re already past the point of going back to the way things were before I had my lips wrapped around her nipple like I’m starving for the taste of her. There’s no way in hell I’m not going to be spending the next few days inside of this girl, but I need to make sure she’s ready and that it feels as good for her as I know it will for me.
ELLIE
“We need to get inside. As much as I want to finish this here and now, it’s going to be over before we even get started if we don’t stop,” Cillian says to me, and I can hear the ache in his tone. This man wants me as much as I want him. The possessive way my dad’s friend is looking at me has my insides turning to goo. I love Cillian, respect him, but I don’t know how to convey those words to him. Instead, I lean back, pulling my breasts away from the mouth that is currently trying to wrap around my nipple again despite his protests.
“I thought you said we needed to go inside?” I ask softly, cupping his handsome face in both of my hands. He frowns, and the pout of his lips and annoyance in his eyes makes him seem twenty years younger than he is. I can’t help leaning down and kissing his lips softly. I’ve wanted to do this for months now. I know that my father is never coming back, and I also know that if he does, I’d never leave Cillian to go live with him again. This man, who has protected me in ways no one else ever would, is my home, and I never want to be without him.
A shiver hits me, and it’s sharp enough that I gasp. Cillian freezes for half a second before he stands, hauling me up withhim like I weigh nothing, and to him, I probably don’t. My bare legs wrap around his hips on instinct, and he presses his face into my neck, breathing me in like he needs the scent of me to stay alive.
“My God,” he murmurs against my skin, voice rough and reverent, “you’re finally mine.” It sends heat spiraling straight through my stomach. I cling tighter to him, toes curling, heart pounding so hard I swear I can feel it everywhere. He reaches for the door, but he mutters a curse under his breath.
The keys.
