Chapter 38 （Epilogue） #3
“Yeah?” he chuckles. “I can have everything?”
I nod against the pain in my scalp.
He moans, gathering my warm blood on a finger and pushing it against my back hole again, massaging in little circles that make my eyes flutter. “What if I want this?”
“Yes,” the word slips out like a fucking plea.
“You want me to fill this hole, too, Bunny?” his hips flex up on instinct.
I repeat the answer again. Emphatically, yes.
He breathes hard through gritted teeth, plunging his finger into me, the sudden intrusion making me scream, “Has anyone fucked your ass before?”
“Do toys count?”
He laughs, massaging my hole, “Do you have a hot pink toy for back here that matches your dildo? Fuck, I bet you do, huh? Perfect little Brigit,” he taunts, grinding his hips up, the motion driving his finger harder into me. “Everything has to match, even the toys you use to make yourself come.”
“Yes,” I confess n a whine.
His answering moan sends shivers up my spine as he works me open with his finger, slow, gentle thrusts in and out of me, “You’re not ready to take my cock here, Brig, not yet. So you’re gonna keep riding me, oh yeah, just like that. And I’m gonna use my fingers to fuck this ass.”
My hips move in time with his hand, riding him and letting him bury his finger deeper into me, relaxing into his hold.
“Feels so good,” I mumble. I’ve done anal play by myself, but holy shit, nothing has ever felt as good as letting Cormac stretch me out while I roll my hips back and forth on his cock.
He hums in carnal praise, smoothly pushing in another finger, “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I whimper.
Breathing out a harsh groan, he works me open with his fingers, the stretch making me delirious.
In and out, in and out. Cormac's fingers glide, the resistance relaxing around them, my fucking pussy leaking onto his dick.
His groans, grunts, and wild hums of approval are the perfect encouragement as I keep rolling on him.
His hand in my hair holds me tight, and he pushes his dick up into me with a thrust, driving both his cock and fingers harder inside me.
“Oh, my god,” I cry out.
“There it is,” Cormac moans. “You’re doing so good, Brigit, your body’s opening up for me so beautifully. This little hole looks so fucking hot with my fingers in it.”
I’m well past the point of being able to respond with anything close to understandable words. The only thing I’m capable of is crying out his name as he pushes up into me and writhing, letting sensation wash over me and drown me in need.
He moves just a little harder and faster, pushing out a squealing scream I’ve never fucking heard myself make before.
“Oh, that’s perfect,” he grunts. “This is exactly what you need, huh, Bunny? Just like this?”
My lips wobble and choked, pathetic sounds flow out of me, but I can’t fucking speak.
“Come on, Brig,” Cormac urges. “Tell me. Tell me you want it just,” hard thrust, “like,” hard thrust, “this,” harder thrust.
I scream, both out of frustration and the orgasm threatening to fucking destroy me.
“Say it,” he orders. “Say it or I’ll stop.”
“Fuck!” I yell, “Please don’t. I— oh, god, I— Cormac—”
“Oh, you’ve almost got it, babe, try again,” he taunts between gritted teeth, “Say just like that.”
“Just—” he releases my hair to grab my hip and pull me down onto him, making his thrusts more powerful, more intense. “Oh, just like that! Please.”
A viciously pleased growl echoes behind me and suddenly Cormac completely unleashes on me, using his grip to hold me in place while he fucks me brutally with his cock and fingers, filling both holes with such savagery all I can do is bounce on him, holding onto his legs for support, screaming his name over and over.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” his next moan is almost a shout.
“Oh, Brigit, oh my perfect fucking Bunny. You’re doing such a good job, looks so pretty.
Both your little holes are stuffed fucking full of me, taking it so well, all your fucking slick and blood coating me.
Ahh—” his fingers dig into my flesh when my pussy flutters again.
“Jesus, fuck, Brig, I need you to come for me. You’re so close, please, fucking give it to me, baby, so I can fuck all my cum into you. ”
His filthy praise slams the orgasm into me, a ragged, decimated scream spilling from my throat as painfully intense waves of pleasure flow through my body, the flexing of my cunt and ass around Cormac making him grunt and fuck into me harder and harder until he shouts in blissful relief, his warm cum filling me as my pussy pulses and squeezes around him, pulling as much of him into me as possible.
Over and over, we writhe together, grinding and riding out the highs until I’m completely and utterly ruined, whimpering quietly from overstimulation and drowning in the aftershocks of a devastating orgasm.
“Fucking hell, Brigit,” Cormac mumbles, gently easing his fingers from my body. “You’ve ruined me. You and this pussy are responsible for my ruination.”
I can’t help but laugh, looking at him over my shoulder, “What do you mean?”
“I’ll never be able to do anything else ever again,” he confesses. “I’ll be spending all day every day for the rest of my life right here. It’s gonna be my life’s mission to make you come over and over again forever.”
“Shut up,” I bite my lower lip to keep in the giggles.
He taps the outside of my thigh gently, “Up, babe. We’re both a fucking mess and need to get cleaned up.”
Raising myself off of him, he huffs as if he’s sad for our bodies to be separated for even a second.
Only after climbing off the bed do I realize what he meant.
There’s blood all over his hips and pelvis, even in his fucking belly button, smeared across his tattoos.
“Oh, my god,” I cover my face with a hand. “You are a mess. How bad did you cut me?”
He shrugs, a playfully guilty smirk on his face, “Not that bad. I just didn’t let it close. Go hop in the shower, I’ll be right there.”
After thoroughly cleaning ourselves up until there’s no sign of blood, we don’t climb out right away, lingering in the warm water together, Cormac massaging my muscles, kissing away any lingering tension.
“I love you, Bunny,” he murmurs into my collarbone. “And I’m sorry it took me almost dying to find the courage to let you love me back.”
“I love you. And I forgive you.” I run my fingers through his hair. “We might be the same in that way, you know. I couldn’t admit it, but I think I loved you long before I realized that’s what love is supposed to feel like.”
I didn’t realize it until I thought I was going to lose him, but in retrospect, I’ve been in love with Cormac since seeing his eyes light up, full of passion, when talking about his fucking bees at the distillery.
It’s only grown since everything happened. Between the endless talks with police about Steele’s corruption, and their visits to Jesse Morrison that Cormac says I shouldn’t worry about, we’ve had two months of finally just getting to be us.
He beams at me, his warm, golden amber gaze glittering in the late afternoon light, leaning in to place a lingering, adoring kiss on my lips.
“That’s okay, Bunny, I knew it enough for the both of us.”
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