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“I’m yours, Conor,” I gasp, fumbling with his zipper and button, itching to free his huge cock so I can see it again. Feel its heat in my hands.
“I want you to take me, make me a woman,” I tell him. “Fill me with this, and everything inside it,” I plead, hearing the need in my voice.
His large hands grip my shoulders for a second, and he kisses me so gently, so tenderly that I almost forget how to even breathe or move.
With a look of total satisfaction, he slowly starts to undress me as I focus on his touch and trying to keep upright.
My legs feel like overcooked spaghetti, but once his hands start to ease my jeans down, I feel them under his thick palms.
He squeezes me as he helps me step out of my boots and jeans, running a palm straight up the inside of one thigh and pressing hard against my sodden mound.
I fall onto him, unable to stand it anymore.
“Take me, Conor,” I whine. “I need your fat cock inside me.”
He looks surprised for a split second, then more pleased than ever.
I hear my own voice telling him exactly what I want, how hard and where. How much I need him to come inside me so I can come on his thick rod.
Sounding somewhere far away, I think it’s someone else until I finally feel Conor’s naked chest against mine once we’ve struggled to get all our clothes off, I realize it’s me crying out.
Pressing against each other, skin on skin and still not being close enough.
“I need to be inside you, Rachel. Give you what you need,” he rasps, walking me backward while he kisses me again, into the sitting room opposite his office.
There’s no way I can wait to even get upstairs, I need him here and now. And I know he wants me too.
Falling back onto the couch, my legs are wide open for him, my hands even spreading my lips wider as he drops to his knees, his mouth on me, making me buck and curse.
“Not that,” I beg him, not wanting to risk coming in his mouth again. I’m so close already.
I need him inside me, I want to come on his cock so bad and I tell him so, a grunting, guttural plea from my lips as I scrunch his hair in both my hands.
“Ugh… Fuck me Conor, give it to me,” I implore him, whimpering again as I feel my pussy starting to twitch, the heat from my wetness running freely.
He kisses me hard as he positions himself over me, and I taste the iron richness of blood as I bite his lip, but that mixed with my own taste as he shares it with me only makes us both growl and groan harder.
A thick thumb working my clit has me squirming under him, reaching out with both hands greedily, gripping his cock and teasing my hole with it until I know I’m done unless he’s inside me.
“Take me Conor,” I gasp. “Fuck me, make me yours. ”
Each word, each request from my mouth, plus the feeling of him in my most sensitive place, it’s like a lifetime’s worth of desire and passion unleashed.
Conor’s freed me, opened me up. Now he has to claim what’s his.
And I know he’s just the man for the job.
Chapter Eighteen
Conor
I never thought I’d hear her talk like this.
Never thought hearing anyone talk like this could make me so fucking hard.
My cock feels ten feet long and so hard it’ll break, twitching in her hands as she lies back, her hole quivering as she begs me to fuck her.
It’s so far from the candlelight and rose petals I’d planned in my mind. But there’s time for that.
I need to claim her as my woman, the woman I’m about to make her.
And by god, I’ll give her everything she’s asking for and more.
Her eyes are starting to roll, her head is thrashing, and her hips are bucking against my thumb as it grinds her clit, like a bullet sliding under my touch as I circle it hard.
Her hands guide me, and I shift my intense stare between her face and the sight of my swollen, plum sized head as it starts to push inside her tightness.
Fuck she’s tight, and I tell her so, swearing over her own sounds as she lifts her ass higher, easing onto my thickness like a duck taking to water.
I was worried I’d hurt her. She’s so small down there, but she’s so hot for my cock it feels like a key sliding into a lock.
A perfect fit once I feel myself further inside, the urge to come suddenly more focused on her own pleasure as well as my own.
There’s an extra degree of tightness, and I ask if she’s ok. Her hands claw at my chest, as she half laughs, half growls like an animal.
