my nerves dance with heat and energy, going totally berserk.
This damn man and his filthy fucking mouth.
“Okay,” I manage to say.
He grins.
Moves back along the bed and places his head between my legs, spreading them wider with his hands.
I gasp as his tongue flicks my clit, then he pulls back and stares between my open thighs, his gaze turning primal and carnal and dangerous.
“You’re like a fucking peach, ye know that? Dripping with sweetness. Mine for the taking.”
Holy crap.
With what he says and the way he’s staring at me, I think he might eat my pussy until there’s nothing left.
He brings his gaze up to me, looking at me through dark lashes as he slowly runs a finger over my clit and then slides it inside me. My back arches at the intrusion and I clench around his finger, gasping lightly.
“I love watching your pretty face,” he says thickly, “just as I stroke your sweet little cunt. I like to see how I make ye feel. You know what ye look like right now?” he asks as he slides in another finger, achingly slow. “You look like heaven, darlin’. Pure heaven.”
He lowers his face and starts eating at me like a man starved. I begin to tremble, digging my nails into the muscles of his bunched arms as his tongue assaults me, rough and wet and hot, and I’m so turned on that if he keeps this going I’m going to come. I have to. There’s nowhere else for me to go.
“I want ye wild,” he says, pulling back just before I almost come, his beautiful mouth wet with me. “I want ye unhinged.”
I’m panting now because I’m that turned on. “I am fucking unhinged!” I cry out, my heart galloping inside my throat. I clench my thighs together, trying to relieve the pressure.
He puts his knee between them and pries them open with his hand. “I’ll give ye sweet relief soon enough,” he says. With his other hand he grabs his cock. I raise my head and stare down at it, precum glistening on the fat tip. I don’t mind condoms but there is something amazing about the sight of his bare cock and the fact that he’s going to fuck me with it.
“This look on your face,” he says to me, positioning his cock at my entrance. “I won’t forget it. Just how damn greedy and wild and mine ye are. You are mine, aren’t ye?”
“Yes, I’m all yours. Now hurry up. I need to come.”
He lets out a rough laugh and then his gaze becomes sharp and determined. He grabs my thighs and pulls them up so that my knees are bent, spreading my legs wide. The sight of his hands against my scars sends a thrill through me that I never knew existed. I’m not even ashamed of them right now. It looks sexy.
Impatient, I roll my hips so that the rigid length of his cock slips along my slick folds. With a moan he pushes himself into me and—
Fuck.
All the air leaves my lungs and he’s in so deep, I don’t think there’s any more room for him. I have to try and breathe around him, this pleasure bordering on pain, the way he makes me feel so full.
“You’re so tight and wet and sweet,” he says through a groan as he slowly pulls out. There’s a second of lightness where my body feels suspended and then he rams back into me, stealing my breath again. There isn’t a fraction of space left between us, he’s in that deep, and I can’t even control my thoughts.
He begins to pump into me, faster, harder, staring down at my breasts as they jiggle and bounce with each thrust, gawking at his cock where it slides inside me. I can feel his heavy balls swinging against my skin, adding to the carnality of our fucking.
“How good do I feel?” he grunts, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. Every muscle in his shoulders and arms and abs are straining and rippling with undiluted strength.
“All I feel is you,” I tell him, breathless and breaking off into a moan as I reach down and start to play with myself. His cock is magnificent, but damn it, I need to get off.
His eyes widen with lust at the sight.
“Fuck me,” he says through a harsh, serrated growl, and with a swooping motion, he reaches down and grabs my wrists, pinning them up above my head.