Page 86 of Deceived Wrath

“So many things we could do…” He runs the slick tip of his cock along the seam of my ass before dipping inside me.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan as he gives me barely an inch.

I try to push back against him, but, of course, he pulls away, leaving me aching and desperate for him.

“But right now, I need to be inside this pussy.” He takes hold of my hips and buries his cock inside me in one hard thrust.

I claw at the couch, trying to hold on as Cormac pounds into me.

At this angle, he’s hitting me so deep that I can barely catch my breath.

I try to match his pace, pushing my ass back against him as he fucks me, but the pleasure is too overwhelming.

“I love watching your ass bounce against my cock,” Cormac grits out.

“Feels so good,” I moan.

“It’s about to feel even better.” He wraps my hair around his hand and tugs hard.

I cry out as I arch my neck, but Cormac doesn’t stop there.

His other hand drops from my hips to reach around in front to start rubbing my clit. “Come for me.”

“Oh god, I…can’t,” I choke.

“I told you to watch your mouth, and this is what you get. So,come.”

I don’t know if it’s possible to hate how much control he has over my body, but I can’t fight the orgasm.

The sting of pain as he tugs on my hair mixed with the pleasure as he thrusts his cock inside me, has me half moaning, halfsobbing, as I climax so hard that I feel my own arousal drip down my thighs.

“Oh, fuck, that’s it,” Cormac groans.

Just when I feel like he’s about to finish, he pulls himself free, and I cry out at the sudden emptiness. But then I feel the hot bursts of his release on my ass, and I have to muffle my moans in the pillow.

Never before have I wanted to be claimed so badly by a man, but somehow Cormac Sullivan has me wanting every inch of my body covered in him.

“This is what I picture every time you bend over in front of me.” His voice rasps as he takes my cheeks in his hands and squeezes.

“Is that a bad thing?” I ask breathlessly, as I glance over my shoulder.

Cormac lifts his eyes to mine, and I bite my lip at the feral look on his face.

“It’s averybad thing.”

“I’ll try to be more careful.”

Cormac’s lips twitch before he straightens and pulls up his pants. He didn’t even wait to take them off fully before burying himself inside me, which I take as a compliment.

It seems he doesn’t have as much control as he thinks he does. At least when it comes to me.

“Mind if I take a shower?” I look at the mess he’s left on me.

“Go ahead. It’s just up the stairs on the left. There are fresh towels and a robe if you need it. I’ll go and make us a drink.”

“Great.” I hurry to pull on my dress and dart up the stairs.

The bathroom is just as incredible as the rest of his apartment. The shower alone is bigger than my kitchen, and there’s an array of expensive-looking oils and soaps lined up on the shelf.