Chapter 31 #2
“So beautiful,” I tell her honestly.
We’re both dripping from her opening, down between her cheeks and onto the carpet, undeniable evidence of how good we are together. Her folds are drenched with her juices, everything just a little bit swollen and brutalized, absolutely druggingly pretty.
“Yeah?” she sighs, her voice tinged with humor, her cheeks bright red from the indecency of being spread so sordidly on the stairs.
“Yeah,” I place a kiss on her inner knee, “Roll over. Ass up.”
She only hesitates for a second before obeying, situating herself so her plump ass is up in the air, all the soft hills and valleys along her back appearing as she arches her spine, resting her tits and head on the steps.
From here, the view is even better.
Not only is she all fucking messy with our shared orgasms, but both her ass cheeks are bright red and angry, roughed up from the floor beneath her.
“I did warn you,” I run my fingers gently along her hot skin before placing soft, soothing kisses across the rug burn, making her giggle and sigh into the crook of her elbow.
I fold myself over her body, my half-hard dick resting against her hot ass, making her whimper, gently kissing her shoulder before achingly pulling myself off her before I fuck her into the stairs again.
“Up, baby,” I tell her, helping her onto wobbly legs. “You okay?”
She nods, leaning against me with her arms wrapped loosely around my shoulders, her warm tits pressed against my chest. My eyes fall onto the rough, shallow wound in her shoulder, and something about the drying blood and possibility that I’ve left a permanent mark on her has my heart pumping with manic intensity.
She giggles, “Cormac.”
“Yeah, Brig,” I answer, tearing my eyes off the bite mark and meeting her gaze.
Her lips land on mine, and everything else falls away. Both my arms wrap around her waist, holding her completely captive against me as I lean her against the wall to chase her lips with mine, drowning in the warmth of her kiss and her body.
My hard cock rests between us, and Brigit wriggles her hips, rubbing back and forth across it, making me groan.
“You’re gonna get in trouble if you don’t stop, Bunny,” I warn her.
She hums, a playful, wicked sound. “What kinda trouble?”
My mind short-circuits. I don’t have an answer. There are so many different kinds of trouble I’d love to get Brigit in.
The kind where she’s bent over the closest surface, taking my dick in her ass and screaming my name.
The kind where she’s tied to the bed with my face between her legs, edging her all night until she’s crying and fucking begging to come.
My imagination runs wild with all the ways I want to make my gorgeous girl filthy with trouble.
She lifts one shaky leg, wrapping it around my hip, bringing her bare pussy up against my cock, brushing them together.
My grip around her waist tightens, and I groan, languidly thrusting my hips forward, dragging my cock through the wetness between her thighs, “Greedy little thing. You wanna take this cock again already, baby?” I ask, hoping now that she’s all languid and drunk on lust and an orgasm, she’ll at least silently admit this is what she wants.
She nods, writhing on me, her quiet moans filling the air between us, and it’s the sweetest fucking victory I could have imagined.
Thank fuck she’s tall enough for me to take her like this.
What a silly thing to be infatuated by, but the beauty of having her this close to me is that she’s almost right at eye level when I angle myself, gripping the base of my cock and sliding it back into her heat, watching the pleasure bloom across her face— fuck, it’s so good.
With a slow, languid motion, I grind my hips into hers, buried so fucking deep I can feel her IUD strings brushing the head of my dick.
So fucking responsible. So respectable.
I love getting to be the one to see her this disheveled and wild, see what’s hidden underneath her prim and proper outward appearance.
My hips push into hers, and she grinds herself down on me, leaning her head back against the wall, her body moving with sordid grace, rubbing her clit against my pelvis, using me for her pleasure.
Over and over she moves against me, her standing leg shaking, arms wrapped tightly around my neck to hold herself up while she takes and takes and takes my cock like it’s her favorite fucking thing, her lips trembling against mine.
She whines my name, needy and desperate.
I reach one hand down, hooking it under her knee at my hip, pulling it up higher to spread her open and hit her at a different angle.
“What’s wrong, Brig?” I ask against her lips, a smirk pulling at mine. “You can’t come like this?”
She shakes her head.
I knew she wouldn’t be able to, not on her own. Standing on one leg in a stairwell, frantically rubbing against me isn’t gonna do it, no matter how fucking good it feels for me. I could stay here all day, watching her struggle, reaching for an orgasm she can’t get herself to.
I tsk, “Aw, poor little Bunny, I guess you should have thought of that before you decided to tease me with your pretty pussy right here, huh?”
I slow my motions even more, grinding deep and languid, her warmth wrapped around my every inch while she whimpers and moans.
She whines my name, the pleading desperation drowning me in desire.
I’m the only one who can give her what she fucking needs.
With endless hard, smooth grinds, I moan into her ear, muttering all the filthy compliments I’m thinking, drowning her fucking praise kink in gasoline without lighting the match that’ll let her come.
“You feel incredible wrapped around me.”
“You make me so fucking hard, Brigit.”
“This pussy’s so sweet, I love being inside it.”
“You’re doing such a good job, baby.”
Over and over, I praise and compliment my little bunny, meaning every fucking word, her delicious reaction to it sliding out of her body, down my balls and my fucking thighs, drenching me in her sweetness.
Desperate, pathetic cries spill from her mouth, and when I glance at her gorgeous face, it’s furrowed in concentration, her nose and brows crinkled.
I groan, lost in how fucking delirious she makes me, “Every sound you make is like fucking music; the way you moan when I’m fucking you drives me crazy.”
She chokes on her next moan, her fucking lips quivering, and I swear to god she might actually fucking cry if I don’t let her come.
“Oh, yeah, just like that,” I mutter in her ear. “Sounds so pretty. Give me more.”
She releases another loud, unabashed moan, and I reward her with a hard thrust.
“Come on, Brigit, keep going.”
For every loud, uninhibited sound she lets out, I fuck up into her harder, using my grip under her knee and my other hand gripping her ass to finally give her what she needs.
She screams my name over and over, the sound a plea and a curse. I might be the cause of the unbearable ache growing between her thighs, but I’m also the only cure, and she fucking knows it.
“Oh, Cormac, oh, Cormac, oh Cormac,” she cries. “Don’t stop. Please.”
“Oh, no, Bunny, I won’t stop fucking you until you come all over this cock again.
” I grunt, almost losing my rhythm when her cunt flexes hard around me.
“Oh, hell yeah, Brig, Jesus, you’re so tight right now, this little cunt trying to pull me in further and take every drop of my cum.
Christ, I swear I’ll never stop fucking you.
I’ll stay buried inside you all god damn day if you keep creaming on my dick. ”
She chokes out another cry, and I get to watch as a single, beautiful, overwhelmed tear rolls down her cheek.
That one drop of salty water is all the praise I need to know I’ve fucked my girl properly.
When the orgasm she’s been chasing finally rips through her body, pulling frantic shrieks out of her mouth, her cunt squeezes around me so hard I just about black out, fucking her into the wall hard and fast enough I can hear her back hitting it with every thrust.
Brigit’s leg nearly gives out from the force of her high, her blissful cries of relief interrupted by a startled scream as she clings to me harder.
I refuse to let her orgasm end early or in disaster, so I reach beneath her other knee, lifting it and her off the ground, using my hard thrusts against the wall to keep her up where I want her.
High-pitched, wild wails escape her shaky voice as I rail into her with so much force we might break the fucking wall.
Her gorgeous tits bounce up and down, every soft inch of her body moving in time with my pounding and her fucking squeals.
“You feel too good, Brigit,” I growl. “This hot pussy’s gonna make me come again.”
“Yes!” she cries, “Oh, god, yes.”
Jesus Christ. Her reaction to my praising her body is incredible. I love to compliment her, and she fucking loves the compliments. We’re made for each other. Made to be right here, chasing nirvana together, dragging each other screaming into it.
“Yeah, you know this pussy’s good, huh? So fucking good,” I mutter, losing all sense of the English language with how unreal it feels to have her in my arms, wrapped around me, screaming my name and begging for my cum.
A vicious growl escapes my throat as my cock swells and bursts, waves and waves of hot liquid pouring into Brigit, the orgasm so overwhelming I can feel fucking tingling in my spine, chills traversing my entire body.
I don’t know what kind of fucking sounds are escaping me, but they’re all fucking animal and carnal satisfaction as I grind against Brigit, locking our bodies together to ride out the orgasm and keep all my cum inside her, burying it deeper and deeper.
She whines and whimpers, holding onto me like a lifeline with her arms, strong legs trying to crush my waist.
Slowly, our bodies drift from the high, every breath out of Brigit’s mouth a soft sigh of relief as I press long kisses against her heated skin, licking the wound I left on her shoulder and making her hiss.
A small smile pulls at my lips. It shouldn’t be this fucking hot that I broke skin, but she did the same to me.
Made. For. Each. Other.
“You’re so beautiful, Brigit,” I breathe against her collarbone. “It is unbelievable how stunning you are when you come. You’re a fucking vision.”
She releases a quiet, breathy giggle.
I pull her from the wall, and she yelps, holding onto me tighter.
Carrying her down the steps and across the living room, I don’t stop until just outside the bathroom, removing myself from her body, missing her warmth immediately.
“Can you walk?” I tease her ear with my teeth.
She nods.
Not for long.
Gently setting her on her feet, I can’t help but grab two handfuls of her ass before releasing her completely.
“I’m gonna get you some water,” I ease her hair from her face, kissing her sweat-slicked temple. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”
She nods again, disappearing into the bathroom with a glance over her shoulder and a shy smile.
Finding my sweats, I pull them on, not bothering with underwear I’m gonna take off again in about five minutes.
I’ve got hours left before I need to meet Skyler.
I’m gonna spend every last one making up for the years I’ve wasted.