I move over her and brace a hand against the headboard as I line myself up with her entrance.
The sound that rips out of my throat as I bury my cock inside her is completely feral.
Last night felt almost healing, a reminder that we both made it out of the nightmare alive. But now, it feels raw and desperate.
Fiona rests her legs on my shoulders, allowing me to hit her so deep I have to keep pressing my hand over her mouth to quiet her moans.
When my release starts to build, I sit back and spread her thighs even wider so I can watch my cock move inside her.
“I just can’t get enough of you.”
She gasps, arching against me. “I’m okay with that.”
“You’ve soaked me, baby.”
Fiona can only manage a whimper.
I can’t help but chuckle as I watch her squirm, already so desperate for another release. I reach down and start circling her clit with my thumb, groaning as her pussy clenches around my cock.
“Keep doing that, and I’m going to come.”
That has her clenching again, and I smirk.
I love how responsive she is to me.
I drag it out for as long as I can, but when the base of my spine starts to tingle, I can’t hold back any longer. My movements become sloppy as my balls tighten. I grit my teeth, watching Fiona to make sure she’s ready, because there’s no way I’m coming without her.
“Cormac,” she gasps.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
Fiona’s eyes roll, and then she’s crying out, her body arching as her pussy spasms around my cock.
My hips jerk once, twice, and then I’m climaxing so hard I see stars.
I glance down, and my release is dripping out of her. “Oh fuck.”
Neither of us moves for a moment while we catch our breath.
I watch Fiona close her eyes, an expression of pure bliss cross over her face.
At some point, I manage to find the strength to separate myself from her long enough to clean up, and it’s just as well as I’ve barely climbed back into bed and pulled the sheet over us when Scout bounds into the room like a human cannonball.
“Daddy! Wake up!”
I barely have time to brace myself before he lands on the bed, but the second he sees the bruises on my jaw, he freezes.
“What happened to you?” he asks, panicked.
I ruffle his hair. “It’s nothing, buddy, just a little scrape. Daddy’s fine.”
“It looks like…like someone hit you!” His lower lip wobbles as his eyes start to well with tears.
“I got roughed up a bit. But I’m tough. Don’t you worry about me.”
Scout looks at me for a long moment, then shrugs, pretending to act tough, though I can see right through it.
“I’m tough, too,” he says, though his lower lip still trembles.
