24. Cormac #2
My girl knows me. She knows I can’t just enjoy the pleasure. My brain is wired for pain, and she’s going to give it to me.
“Oh, fuck, don’t stop,” she moans, arching her hips as I sink my tongue inside her.
“I have no intention of stopping.”
My fingers dig into her ass as I hold her against my mouth, licking and sucking at every drop of arousal that drips down her thighs.
My own hips jerk as I pump my tongue inside her. My cock is throbbing as it strains against my zipper, but I can wait. Right now, I want to focus on nothing but how goddamn sweet Fiona tastes. I don’t think I will ever get enough.
“This is torture,” Fiona groans as she digs her heels into my back as she writhes beneath me.
I can’t help but chuckle. “I’m not sure what I love more, making you beg or making you come.” I flick my tongue over her swollen clit, and Fiona cries out. “Mmm… How about you give me both?”
“Please.”
I swallow a laugh. I know she must be desperate for release if she’s not even bothering to fight me, and how can I not reward such good behavior?
I drag my tongue along her core before circling her clit once, twice, and then I wrap my lips around it and start sucking.
Fiona’s thighs start shaking as she grips my head between them, her body writhing on the bed as I bring her to the edge.
When she finally comes, the sound she makes sends a bolt of pleasure straight to my cock.
For a second, I think I’ve spilled in my pants, but I don’t stop until I’ve lapped up every single drop she gives me. Only then do I sit back on my heels, and peel off my shirt, and reach for my belt.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I pull my cock free. “You make me so hard.”
Fiona lifts herself up onto her elbows, and I smirk as I watch her eyes widen at the sight of my cock jutting out of my pants.
I wrap my hand around my length. “How do you want my cock, baby?”
Her eyes glaze as she watches me stroke myself. Her lips part, and her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip.
“Fuck, you can’t look at my cock like that.”
“Like what?” she asks, feigning innocence.
“Like you want to choke on it.”
Fiona bites her lower lip as she shifts on the bed.
I still as she moves to kneel in front of me, and when she reaches for my cock, I drop my hand and let her take over.
“Is that a bad thing?” She wraps her warm hand around my cock and squeezes it nice and hard.
I hiss through my teeth as I watch a bead of pre-cum appear on the tip.
She swipes it away with her thumb and quickly rolls her fist over the head, making my hips jerk.
“Fiona,” I grit out, but she only grins at me as she continues to stroke my cock.
“What do you want, Cormac? Do you want to fuck my mouth? Or do you want to fuck my pussy?”
She tugs hard on my length, and I groan as my balls start to tighten.
“Don’t be a fucking tease.”
“Who’s teasing?” She grins before letting go of my cock.
I’m about to protest when I realize what she’s doing, so I take over from her, stroking my cock painfully slowly, as I watch her crawl back up the bed.
I quicken my pace, grunting as I thrust my cock into my fist as she slowly lowers her head to the pillow and pushes her perfect round ass up in the air.
My control snaps, and I hurry to strip off the rest of my clothes and climb onto the bed behind her.
I grip her hips and line my cock up with her entrance before sinking myself inside her in one long thrust.
“Fuck,” I groan when I feel how tight she is.
“Cormac!” Fiona cries, her back arching, as I start pumping my hips.
“Keep screaming my name, baby.” I bring my palm down onto her cheek, hard enough to leave a mark.
Fiona buries her face in the pillow to muffle her moans.
I bring one foot up onto the bed to deepen the angle.
My pace is punishing, but I know she can handle it. I know she craves the feeling my cock leaves behind, that subtle ache between her thighs every time she walks.
“I love watching your ass bounce on my cock.” I land another spank to her cheek, causing her to cry out. “So fucking sexy.”
“It’s all yours.”
I have to grit my teeth to stop from spilling. I swear she knows exactly what to say to get me hovering right on the edge of my release.
“I need more,” Fiona gasps, and I smirk.
“Does my girl want to come again?”
Fiona lets out a frustrated groan, and I chuckle.
“You’ve been so good for me, so I’ll let you come, but only because it feels so fucking good when you clench around my cock.”
I lean forward, reach around, and start rubbing her clit.
Fiona throws her head back, her blonde hair cascading down her back, as she grinds against my hand. She’s absolutely dripping, and the sound of our bodies moving together is enough to make me clench my ass cheeks as I fight to hold on for a little longer.
Fiona lets out a choked sound, and then she’s coming, her inner walls pulsing around my cock as her body trembles with the force of her orgasm.
I pump my hips faster as my release builds and builds, and then my body jerks, and I’m coming.
“Holy shit,” I groan as I empty myself inside Fiona.
It’s a while until our breathing evens out, and I find the strength to untangle myself from Fiona.
I collapse onto the bed and immediately pull her against my chest, pressing a kiss to her temple.
As Fiona drifts off to sleep in my arms, I lie awake and stare at the ceiling, thinking about Scout and Adrian.
I know Adrian is not going to simply back down. He’s going to keep fighting until he gets what he wants, and what he wants is my son.
My phone buzzes somewhere on the floor, and I carefully slide out from under Fiona and reach for my pants.
I pull my phone from the pocket and silently curse as I see a message from Adrian.
I’m not going away. He’s my blood. I will see him.
I read it twice, then I put the phone on silent and toss it back onto the pile of discarded clothes.
He can try all he wants, but Adrian Smirnov is not getting anywhere near my son.
Not while I’m still breathing.