“If it gets too much?—”
I gasp as Cormac squeezes my hips and forces me lower until his cock dips inside me.
He lifts his hips, forcing me to take another inch. “Trust me, right now I’m feeling no pain.”
I automatically brace my hands on his chest to steady myself but quickly pull back.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry!”
“You can’t hurt me, Fi.” He digs his fingers into my hips.
I’m not convinced, but the more I lower myself onto his cock, the less rational I’m able to think.
My head falls back on my shoulders, and my eyes flutter closed as I lose myself in the feeling of him stretching me.
“That’s it,” he murmurs once I’m fully settled on his cock.
“Mmm…” I roll my hips.
Cormac lets out a hiss, and my eyes fly open, wondering if he’s in pain.
But when we lock eyes, there is nothing but hunger in them.
I roll my hips again and smile as he grits his teeth.
“I love making you feel good.” I roll them again.
He strokes his hands over my hips. “You do such a good job of it.”
My cheeks flush at his words.
I stay like that for a moment, letting my body fully relax before I slowly lift myself off his cock, whimpering at the sudden emptiness.
“Fuck,” he groans as I lower myself back down.
“Is that okay?”
“It’s more than okay. It feels fucking incredible.”
I make sure to take my time just in case, watching Cormac’s face for any hint that he’s in pain.
He keeps his eyes on me, watching me with such intensity that my cheeks burn. He makes me feel stripped down and bare, but in the best way.
Iwanthim to see every part of me, just like I want to see every part of him.
I roll my hips backward and forward, moaning as his cock brushes against my inner walls.
Only when the ache between my thighs becomes almost unbearable do I slowly start moving myself up and down on his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I choke as my pussy clenches around him.
Cormac groans. “Keep going. Just like that.”
He keeps his hands on my hips, guiding me as I start to bounce up and down.
I reach up to cup my breasts as my nipples are so hard and aching. I moan as I pinch the tight buds, and Cormac’s grunts of approval have me quickening the pace until our breathing becomes ragged.
“Come here,” he growls.
