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Before it even ends, Cormac picks me up, putting me in his lap again. "I can't wait," he growls, his face wet with my juices and his eyes on fire with need. "Christ, baby. I need to fuck you."
"Yes," I moan.
"Straddle me. I want you wrapped around me while I'm fucking my kid into you."
I wrap my legs around his hips, moaning when the head of his erection grinds against my clit.
"Ah, fuck. You feel like heaven already," he growls like he's mad about it. His teeth sink into the hollow of my shoulder as he notches himself at my entrance.
I rock my hips, eager to get him inside me. Ineedhim inside me now.
"Slow, baby," he croons, holding me firmly around the waist. "Slow. It'll kill me if I hurt you."
His confession slows me down and steadies me.
"Cormac," I whisper.
He lifts his gaze to mine.
I sink down slowly, our eyes locked. Neither of us breathes as he fills me. It's heavenly torture, so damn slow the moment seems to last forever as my body stretches around him. And yet it doesn't last long enough either. I want to stay in this moment for eternity, with fierce devotion blazing in his eyes as he claims what belongs to him. As I claim what belongs to me.
"I love you," he whispers.
A tear slips down my cheek.
He wipes it away with the pad of his thumb.
I sink lower, the stretch morphing to discomfort. A small twinge of pain lances through me, and then it's gone, replaced by a curious fullness and intense pleasure. My hips settle against his.
"Fucking fearless," Cormac mutters, leaning up to claim my lips in a hungry kiss. The movement causes his pelvis to grind against my clit.
I jerk, bouncing slightly on his lap.
We both moan in ecstasy.
He tightens his grip on my waist, lifting me slightly. I use my grip on his thighs to drag me back down.
"Fuck," he growls against my lips.
We work together. He lifts me, and then I drag myself back down, sobbing into his mouth as pleasure builds on pleasure, driving me higher.
He lifts me higher. I pull myself back down faster. And then harder. I circle my hips, chasing some instinctive rhythm that seems to sing in my blood.
It sings in his too. He fucks me in time to it, murmuring a litany of praise against my lips.
"So good, so good. Ah, fuck, little girl. You've got my cock so fucking hard. Ride it like you own it. It's yours."
I drag my nails down his back, chanting his name. I never want it to end. And yet I can't hold off the orgasm. He feels too good. His cock dragging against my walls, his panted breaths against my lips, his hard body all over me.
"Cormac," I gasp. "I'm going to come."
"Fuck," he breathes, pure reverence in his tone. "Do it, Mischief. Let me feel it."
I drop down harder, gripping his shoulder to give myself leverage. He doesn't lift me this time. I do it myself, taking what I need from him.
"Yes," he groans, watching me with those gunmetal gray eyes. "Fuck yourself with my cock, baby. Use me to get yourself there. I'm your goddamn toy. Fuck. Use me."
I sob his name, unraveling like a spool of thread. Flames erupt inside my veins, liquefying me. I come hard, crying his name to the heavens.
