his full lips over my clit and sucks in the tight bud until my whole fucking world explodes.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out, my hips jamming up into his face, my body quaking, my mind and soul and heart being shot out in a million different directions, in a million different pieces of confetti.
I’m pretty sure I’m tearing out his beautiful hair, so when a morsel of reality comes back to me and I remember where I am and what’s happening, I let go.
“I could eat your sweet pussy for days, Red,” he says to me as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Red?” I manage to say as I stare up at him, my heart finally back under control.
“Your hair,” he says, sliding his fingers back down over my pussy and giving it a quick tap with his fingers. “Though it doesn’t quite match the carpet.”
My face goes hot and I know at least my cheeks are matching the drapes. I’m about to tell him that I’m naturally a brunette and I dye my hair dark red but before I can open my mouth, he’s covering it with his, taking me hostage in a searing kiss.
I groan into him, my body already recovered and ready for more, and I spread my legs as he positions his cock at the base of me, rubbing the fat tip along my juices, the sound filling the room. It’s so explicit, I’m blushing again.
I wonder if it’s going to hurt, if it’s going to fit, if…
The thoughts are expelled from my brain just as the air is from my lungs as Padraig pushes his cock into me with a long, hard thrust.
I gasp, my fingers curling over the edge of the blanket, as I try to grapple with the feeling that I’m about to be split in two.
“Just breathe,” he says through a thick moan. “I’ll go slow.”
I try to speak, to tell him okay, but the words are garbled and drown in my throat. I concentrate on breathing instead. It’s not like I’d been revirginized since I hadn’t broke up with Cole all that long ago, but it definitely feels close to the first time. Cole was big enough, but Padraig is something else. It’s only when I start breathing slowly that my body relaxes and I stretch around him.
Fuck, this is amazing. I didn’t think I could feel so full, didn’t think I craved this feeling. As Padraig slowly drags himself out of me and then pushes back in, this time to the hilt, all I can think is that I need this more than oxygen. This feeling of being physically made for someone, more than just accommodating them, but synching with them. Puzzle pieces, magnets, the more he thrusts his cock inside me, the more I feel connected in ways I never have during sex.
I want to keep staring at Padraig too. I want to keep watching the small bead of sweat that’s forming on his forehead, the way his hair is growing damp, the insanely lustful look in his eyes as he stares down where his cock sinks into me. I want to watch his face strain as he struggles to control himself, the glisten of his lower lip as the moans escape him.
I want to, but I can’t. My eyes close and I succumb to him, giving myself over to being thoroughly fucked. I want his hips to keep pistoning into my hips, I want his dick to hit so deep that I’m not sure I can breathe.
He gives it to me. Faster now, deeper, harder. Padraig fucks me like a machine, like a beast, like a man with only one mission in mind, a single-minded need to come and make me come with him.
The bed is moving now—bam, bam, bam—like an exclamation point to every thrust, and I’m gripping the linens tighter as if it might keep me grounded and the sounds coming out of his mouth are pushing me over the edge.
Fuck. That’s the only word coming to me now.
I can barely keep it together.
Sweat breaks out at my temples.
My heart beats like a drum.
The rhythm of his thrusts, the tight squeeze of his cock, it fills my ears, my world. I don’t ever want him to stop.
“So fucking good,” he grits out as he pumps into me, his fingers pressing hard into my hips. “So good. Your cunt is so tight, too fucking tight for my cock. I can’t hold on much longer.