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I slide my mouth over his cock again, taking him deeper this time. He is too thick for me to truly deep-throat, at least not without some practice, but I work as much of him to the back of my throat as I can, using my hand on what remains. Soon he's slick with my spit and his pre-cum, his cock throbbing in my mouth, and his hand tightens in my hair.

"Fuck, I'm going to come." He tugs at my hair slightly as if to take me off his cock, and I oblige, but only for a second.

"I want to taste you this time," I tell him, and then I slide my mouth down his length again, sucking and licking as I work the base with my fist.

The sound he makes is nearly one of pain. His hand wraps around the back of my head, his whole body shuddering as I feel him pulse on my tongue. He goes rock-hard, and then I feel the first hot spurt over my tongue, against the back of my throat. I choke a little, but I swallow right after, taking everything he can give me as he comes more than I knew it was possible to. He floods my mouth with his cum until my lips are pursed trying to keep it all in, and I feel a trickle of it on my chin as I swallow repeatedly. He shudders, his hand flexing against my head, and then he slowly slips himself free. I open my mouth, letting him see the traces of his cum on my tongue, and his softening cock twitches as he groans.

"Christ, lass, you're going to kill me." He catches the drip of cum on my chin with his tongue, smearing it over my lips dazedly. When I lick the residue off a moment later, his cock starts to stiffen all over again. "See?" His voice is rough. "I'm already getting hard again. I can't remember the last time that happened."

"Aren't you glad you let me inside, then?" I grin, taking his hand. "Now let's go upstairs so you can come inside again."

He lets out another groan, but he follows me. "Where do you come up with this shite, lass?" he asks roughly, stopping us halfway to pull me in for a kiss. He doesn't seem to care that he just came in my mouth, which turns me on even more. I'm soaking wet after going down on him, and I'm aching with the need for it to be my turn. I want his mouth on me again.

"I'm just good with my tongue," I tease him, pulling him up the stairs. The moment I push open the door to his bedroom, I'm already taking my dress off, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. Standing there almost naked in the moonlight, I pull off my thong and hold it out to him on one finger. "You want to keep this to jerk off with when I'm not here?"

Cormac's jeans are still open, his cock out, and it's almost entirely hard again. It stiffens at that, and I grin, swaying my hips as I walk to the head of the bed. "I see you do," I tell him cheekily, looking pointedly at his cock before I tuck the thong under his pillow. "There you go. But for now…"

I climb onto the bed, flinging myself back against the pillows as I spread my legs. "I'm here. And now I want your mouth."

"Christ, you don't have a lick of shame, do you, lass?" Cormac asks, almost wonderingly as he pulls his T-shirt off over his head. He clearly doesn't mind it; he's rock-hard again, and I lick my lips.

"Why should I?" I run one hand down my slim body, all the way to my smooth pussy as I slip two fingers between my drenched folds and start to rub my clit. "I'm hot. You're hot. And when we're together, it's even hotter. I want you to do all the things you did to me before and show me some new ones. I don't see any reason I should be ashamed about that."

Cormac makes a low noise in his throat and shucks off his jeans and boxer briefs, leaving all that tattooed skin and hard muscle on display for me, his cock nearly brushing his navel as he crawls onto the bed. He grabs my wrist and moves my hand away from my pussy, pinning it firmly to the bed as he looks at me.

"Well then, lass," he growls low in his throat. "Rule number one is, when you're in my house, the only pleasure that sweet pussy gets is from me. If you touch yourself, it's because I told you to."

"Oh?" I flutter my eyelashes at him. "You like telling me what to do?" I bite my lip as he looks at me with a stern expression that sends heat flooding through every inch of me. This is going to be fun. He clearly has a dominant side, and he's losing control of his reservations.

Don't forget why you're here, I remind myself. But God, it's so fucking hard when he looks at me like that, when he…

He keeps my wrist pinned as he parts my folds with his fingers. "So wet," he murmurs. "This pussy is fucking soaked, Oksana. Is this from having my cock in your mouth?"

I nod, and he bends down, his nose bumping against my clit briefly as he licks me from my entrance all the way up to my swollen clit. "Good girl," he murmurs. "Such a good girl, getting so wet from sucking my cock and swallowing my cum. You want more of it, a chumann? More of my cum filling up this pretty pussy?"

I whimper, writhing a little under his touch. "I want your mouth first," I whisper, and he grins, rubbing his thumb over my clit.

"Good girl. The only way you get my cum again is if you come for me. Fingers, then you get my tongue. Give me one just like this, and then I'll lick you until you're ready to cry for me."

I already feel like I could cry; I want to come so badly. He keeps rubbing my clit in a steady rhythm, sliding two fingers of his other hand into my clenching pussy as he does. I gasp, throwing my head back, and he rises up, giving me a chance to catch a glimpse of his throbbing, leaking cock before his mouth is on my breast. His tongue flicks against my nipple as he strums his fingers over my clit, working his hand against me at the same time. I don't know how he manages it, but the sensations together are all too much, pushing me higher and higher until I know I'm going to come almost embarrassingly fast.

"Let it go, a chumann," he purrs against my skin. "Give me all your pleasure. It gets me so fucking hard, feeling you come for me. I want it all."

My mouth falls open, and I cry out, my back arching as the orgasm tears through me. My thighs tremble, my pussy squeezing around his fingers as I moan and gasp his name. He groans, sucking at my other nipple as he keeps working me through the orgasm, not letting up until I sag back against the bed.

"Good girl," he murmurs. "You sound so pretty when you come. Fuck, I can't wait to feel you squeeze my cock like that." He keeps working his fingers slowly inside of me, and I see pre-cum leaking down his shaft, glistening in the low light as he gently strokes me. He's not touching my clit again yet, just giving me those slow, gentle strokes with his fingers. He reaches for himself with his other hand, fingers still buried inside of me, as he gives me a moment, allowing himself a few slow passes with his fist. He looks at me as he does it, eyes fixed on mine as his hand wraps around his cock, then sliding his gaze down my trembling body to my flushed pussy as he starts to stroke.

"I could get off just looking at that pretty, wet pussy," he murmurs. "Fuck, you're so goddamn hot. Too hot for my bed. You should be out somewhere right now, not in this bed fucking me. But you're here, aren't you? Pussy practically begging for my cock to fill it up; it's so wet."

There's a hint of self-loathing in his voice, as if he knows a part of him is getting off on this, on seeing me in his bed and knowing how taboo this all is. And he hates himself for getting off on it, but he's going to come harder than he ever fucking has before because of it, too.

I clench around him at the thought, fresh arousal washing through me, and Cormac takes his hand off his throbbing dick. "Ready for another, sweetheart?" he murmurs, and he leans in, making room for himself between my thighs.

When he licks my clit, it's incredibly soft at first, gentle flutters of his tongue that I almost don't feel. His fingers are still in me, slowly moving, and those feather-light touches slowly build until I'm squirming and gasping, my world centering down on where his tongue has made contact with my clit. "More," I whimper, arching into his mouth. "Please, more⁠—"

He ignores me. He works me toward my second orgasm with excruciating slowness, until I can feel my clit swollen and pulsing, the release coiling tighter and tighter until I'm writhing on his face and can't bear it any longer.

And then, before I can beg again, he starts to fuck me with his fingers in earnest, right as he sucks my clit into his mouth.