“I can’t stop this, love. I’m going to fuck you hard, raw. The way you need.”
“Yes.” She sank her nails into my sides, the stings ricocheting through me and making my cock throb.
“Remember what I told you at the pub? How I’m going to come all over these tits?” I licked down her neck and bit down hard on her nipple. She arched beneath me as I positioned my tip at her entrance.
“Yes.”
“Tell me you want this hard cock deep inside you. I want to hear it.” I yanked her hair, pulling her head to the side and sucking on her neck.
“I-I want it hard. I want it deep. Please, Eamon.”
Fuck, her begging was going to have me shooting my load all over her pussy before I even got inside.
“Then take it, love.” I thrusted halfway home and she moaned, her voice bouncing off the wood paneled wall as I slid the rest of the way into her slick cunt.
Chapter Five
Laurel
His cock was so thick and hard that a hint of pain mixed with the surge of pleasure as he entered me. He stilled once he was all the way, his tip hitting the back of me. My pussy convulsed around him, unused to the sudden intrusion, but sending skittering sparks of pleasure to my clit.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He slid out and then back in again.
This time it was only pleasure. I ran my hands down his back as he drew out and shoved inside me again, roughly and with a groan. I loved it.
He let go of my hair and grabbed my wrists, pinning them to the bed on either side of my head. He leveraged up from me, bearing down on my hands as he started a hard rhythm, his thrusts jarring the bed, our skin slapping together.
“Look at me, love.”
I stared into his blue eyes as he fucked me, my legs spread wide and my heels digging into his ass as his pistoned again and again into me. I’d be bruised and sore, but I wanted it all. His aggression was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. His broad chest flexed, the muscles drawn tight. His abs strained each time, the ridges becoming even more defined as he pounded me. My pussy was already tense again, his strokes going straight to my clit. I’d never been fucked hard before, not like this. I moaned at the sheer pleasure, the impacts against my pussy making every nerve ending on my body erupt.
I glanced down and watched his cock disappear into me and cursed. I wanted to touch him, to touch myself and feel him with my fingertips as he slid inside.
“Eyes on me, Laurel.”
I stared at him, giving him what he wanted as he gave me everything I needed. I bit my lip and he growled before transferring my wrists into one of his hands. Then he reached down between us and placed his fingers along my mound, his thumb rubbing against my clit. I moaned and arched, pressing my tits into him for even more delicious friction.
“Like that?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He increased the pressure of his thumb and pulled out and in with longer strokes. His head grazed my g-spot with each movement and my body began to tense again, the tide rising and the wave beginning to crest.
The side of his lips lifted in the slightest smile. “Your hot cunt is clamping down on me love, trying to get me to come. I won’t. But when I’m ready, I’m going to paint your perfect tits white and then you’re going to suck my cock clean.”
His dirty words, delivered in the sexy Irish accent, sent me hurtling over the cliff.
“That’s it.” He grunted and slammed into me as I constricted around him, my orgasm swallowing me whole. I wanted to stay quiet, but he wouldn’t let me, his thumb teasing my release out for longer as he hammered into me. I moaned my pleasure, long and low.
Awash in a sea of bliss, wave after wave of sensation rocketed through me as he watched, his dark blue gaze taking in every expression on my face. I whimpered when my body relaxed again.
“That was the hottest shite I’ve ever witnessed, love,” he said through gritted teeth.
I leaned up and kissed him, sated yet needing another taste. He answered, slowing his strokes and kissing me languidly. He released my wrists and broke our kiss, sitting back and lifting my hips to him.
He stared down at my tits as they bounced with each of his impacts. Gripping my hips, he pulled me into him over and over, his strokes becoming rougher. When he broke eye contact and looked at where our bodies joined, he let out a string of curses.
“I’m going to come, love. Squeeze your tits together.”
I did as he said, putting my palms on the outsides of each of my breasts and pressing them together.
He groaned. “That’s it.”
He pulled out in one fast movement and straddled me as he furiously stroked his thick cock. I’d never seen an uncut one, and I was mesmerized by how the skin moved under his hand. I wondered what it would feel like in my mouth.