Page 85 of Deceived Wrath

My back arches off the couch, but his hand only tightens around my throat as he sinks another finger inside me.

I claw at his forearm, desperate to gain any ounce of control, but Cormac is unrelenting. Every time I squirm, he tightens his hold until I’m barely able to move an inch.

He chuckles darkly as he rubs his thumb over my clit. “Nice try.”

“Asshole.”

“I’d watch that mouth of yours if I were you.”

I fight a smile. “If you don’t like what I say, there are plenty of ways to shut me up.”

Cormac’s eyes flash with need.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he growls as he slides his fingers through my wetness. “To have me fuck your mouth instead of this sweet little pussy.”

I moan as Cormac’s erection presses against my thigh.

Quite frankly, I don’t care what he does because I know it will leave me limp with pleasure all the same.

I grind against his hand, crying out as he curls his fingers inside me.

“I’m close—” I choke on a breath as Cormac instantly removes his fingers and my orgasm disappears. “Cormac.”

He smirks before dropping to his knees and throwing my legs over his shoulders.

“You did tell me you like to be teased,” he murmurs before burying his face between my thighs.

This time, I sink my fingers into his hair, pulling hard enough on the strands to make him grunt, but I know he’s loving it just as much as I am.

I grind my hips against his face as he devours me.

“Fuck,yes!” I moan as my thighs start to tremble.

Cormac takes my ass in his hands and angles my hips so that he can apply even more pressure to my clit.

I always thought I was more of a slow and steady type, but not with him. The feral need with which he tastes me has my climax building in record time, and just when I think I can’t take any more, he sucks on my clit until I’m screaming out his name.

He presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh. “You’ve made quite the mess.”

I don’t even have the energy to form words. I lie on the couch, completely limp with pleasure as Cormac gets to his feet and tugs off his shirt.

If I wasn’t already speechless, the sight of his chiseled abdomen would do it.

I trail my eyes down the lines of his muscles, stopping at the ones that disappear into his pants.

He reaches for his belt. “On your knees, Callahan. Let me see that ass.”

I do as he asks without question, turning over and lowering myself until my head is on a pillow and my ass is in the air.

“So obedient,” he grunts before slapping his palm against my cheek.

I cry out from surprise rather than pain.

“Such a good fucking girl for me.”

I moan as I bury my face in the pillow and arch my back even more, pushing my ass even higher in the air.

At the sound of Cormac undoing his belt, my pussy clenches, already anticipating how well he’s going to fill me.