Chapter 23 #3
"Touch yourself," he orders, his voice commanding, and my whole body responds. "Put your hand between your legs and play with that needy little clit. Keep sucking my cock while you do it. I want to watch you fall apart."
I moan around him and reach between my thighs, my fingers finding my clit immediately. The relief is overwhelming, pleasure sparking through me like electricity, and my hips buck against my own hand. I'm so wet that my fingers slip and slide.
"That's it," he growls, watching me with dark, hungry eyes. His hand tightens in my hair, guiding my head as I continue to suck him. "Rub that pussy while you choke on my cock. Show me how desperate you are. Show me how much you need this."
I work my clit in tight, frantic circles, my other hand bracing on his thigh for balance, my mouth still full of him. Pleasure is building fast, too fast, coiling tight in my belly, threatening to snap.
"Fuck yes," he groans, his hips starting to move again, shallow thrusts that push him deeper into my mouth. "Look at you. Sucking my cock and playing with yourself. You're soaking, aren't you? Making a mess all over your fingers, all over my floor?"
I whimper around him, nodding as much as I can with him in my mouth. He's right—I can feel it, the wetness dripping down my thighs, pooling beneath me on the hardwood.
"Faster," he commands. "Rub that clit faster. Get yourself right to the edge." His voice drops lower, dangerous. "But don't you dare come. You don't come until my cock is inside you. Do you understand?"
I whimper desperately, my fingers moving faster even as I try to hold back the orgasm that's building like a tidal wave. It's almost impossible—the pleasure is overwhelming, his cock in my mouth, his voice in my ears, my own fingers working my clit—but I try. I try to be good for him.
"That's it. Right on the edge. I can see it in your face, sweetheart. I can see how close you are." He fucks my mouth harder. "You want to come so badly, don't you? But you're being such a good girl, holding it for me. Waiting for permission."
I'm trembling all over now, my whole body shaking with the effort of holding back. Tears are streaming down my face, mixing with the saliva on my chin, and I'm making desperate little sounds around his cock that I couldn't stop if I tried.
"Stop," he orders suddenly, pulling out of my mouth with a wet pop.
I gasp for air, my hand stilling between my thighs, my whole body quivering on the edge of release. I look up at him with desperate, pleading eyes, wet strings of saliva still connecting us.
"Please," I beg, my voice wrecked and hoarse. "Please, Cillian. I need?—"
"I know what you need." He reaches down and hauls me to my feet, my legs barely able to support me, and crushes his mouth to mine in a kiss that steals what little breath I have left. His tongue sweeps in and he groans into my mouth, his hands gripping my hips hard.
He walks me backward across the room, his mouth never leaving mine, until my legs hit the edge of the mattress. Then he lifts me and sets me on the soft sheets, and looks at me, his eyes traveling slowly over every inch of my body.
The way he's looking at me makes me feel like the most desirable woman in the world.
"I want you on top so that I can see your face while you ride me." He lies back against the pillows, his cock standing straight up, thick and ready, still wet with my saliva. He crooks a finger at me, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Come here, sweetheart."
I swing my leg over him and settle onto his lap, his cock trapped between us, pressing hot and hard against me. His hands go to my breasts immediately, cupping them, filling his palms with their weight, and I arch into his touch.
"These fucking tits," he groans, squeezing them roughly, watching the flesh spill between his fingers. "I could spend hours on these alone, sweetheart.”
"Yes," I gasp. "Anything you want. Whatever you want."
His fingers find my nipple and roll it between them, gently at first, then harder, and I cry out.
"So responsive," he murmurs, watching my face with rapt attention as he plays with me. "I fucking love how sensitive your tits are. I love how you react to every little touch. These perfect nipples, getting so hard for me. So pink and pretty and begging to be played with."
He pinches harder and I jerk in his grip, a bolt of white-hot sensation shooting from my nipple straight to my clit. It's right on the edge of pain, that delicious line where pleasure and hurt blur together, and I moan. I'm squirming on top of him, grinding against his cock, desperate for more.
"Cillian," I gasp. "Please. I need you inside me. I can't take it anymore."
"You’ll take whatever I give you," he says. "That's what good girls do. They take what they're given and they thank me for it." He pinches my nipples harder until I'm whimpering. "Now ask me nicely. Beg me to fuck you."
"Please," I beg, all pride abandoned. "Please fuck me, Cillian. I need your cock inside me. I need to feel you filling me up. Please, I'm begging you, I'll do anything?—"
"That's my good girl." He releases my nipples and grips my hips, lifting me slightly. With his other hand, he positions his cock at my entrance. "Take me inside you. Slow. I want to feel every inch of you taking my cock."
I sink down onto him slowly, gasping as he stretches me open, fills me up. The sensation is overwhelming—he's so big, so hot, and I'm so wet that he slides in easily despite his size, inch by inch, until his cock is buried inside me.
"Oh god." My voice comes out strangled, broken. "You're so deep."
"That's because this pussy was made for my cock," he growls, his hands gripping my hips tight. "Made to take every inch of me. Now ride me, sweetheart."
I brace my hands on his chest and start to move, rolling my hips in slow circles at first, getting used to the angle, the depth, the way he hits places inside me that make my whole body sing.