“Fucking little hussy,” he says with a guttural groan. “Give me that gorgeous little cunt. Should I punish you with a third?”
I shake my head, afraid of being forced to a third.
I’ve come twice, but I long to feel him in me. There’s pleasure in what I just experienced but something in me yearns to be connected to him, to unite his pleasure with mine.
He sits on the edge of the chaise and reaches into his pocket, taking out his wallet and a condom. He unfastens his trousers and takes out his thick, throbbing cock. I watch, moaning in eager anticipation, as he rolls the condom on. He grabs my hips and glides me onto his lap.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper. Like everything about him, his cock is massively huge and overwhelming. “I don’t know about this, Mac.”
He leans his forehead to mine. “Trust me,” he says. “That needy, throbbing, wet cunt of yours can take me.”
I nod. “I want you,” I whisper. My voice isn’t my own, and this whole fucking night is like an out-of-body experience. “Jesus God,” I curse, at the feel of his tip at my entrance.
“Fuck,” he agrees, as he glides me onto his erection. One thrust and he’s sheathed by me, the walls of my pussy clenched around his throbbing cock. It feels so fucking good to be filled by him, better than I ever even imagined.
I groan, thankful he’s orchestrating this, because I’ve become boneless and malleable.
I drop my head to his shoulder as he rocks his hips, building a rhythm of ecstasy.
I didn’t know it was possible for pleasure to build in me again.
I was wrong.
Chapter 7
Mac
Not gonna lie, I’ve never felt anything like this before, this connection, her eagerness, the intensity of it all. Her slick, heated pussy clenches around me with utter perfection as I drag my cock in and nearly out of her, rocking my hips as she moves along with me, milking every stroke of my cock. I grow harder and harder watching her, punishing her, until I know I can’t take another second of anticipation.
I’ve forgotten why I brought her here, what my ultimate plan is. Who I fucking am.
I know she wants this as badly as I do, the way her eyes go half-lidded and she moans, rocking her hips as she rides me. I thrust in and she moves with me, until I’m so close to coming I’m going to fucking blow. I’ve never met a woman as eager and receptive.
“Jesus, Bryn,” I groan.
She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me to her, kissing me as I shatter. I come so hard I feel my entire body convulse with the pleasure that washes over me. Her head falls back, breaking our kiss, as she moans her own pleasure, coming when I do. I pull her head back and hold her gaze, as we chase our release together. I roll her over and finish with her beneath me. Panting. Flushed. Her eyes a little wide, her mouth gently parted.
Perfect.
“Fuckin’ brilliant,” I say, shaking my head. Her head drops to my shoulder, and her entire beautiful body slumps against mine.
“I know,” she groans. “Oh my God, that was so fucking good. I’ve never felt anything like that in my life. What you did to me…”
I kiss the top of her head and hold her, turning us slightly so the flames from the fire warm us.
“You’re a good lassie,” I say, wrapping my arms around her. I’m still in her, still riding the aftershocks of bliss. She holds onto me like she’s afraid of falling, so I draw her even closer. “That was fucking amazing.”
“Wasn’t it, though?” she says on a whisper.
I can’t help but chuckle, because she’s so cute.
I wasn’t anticipating she’d be like this. It never even dawned on me that I’d be attracted to Aitkens’ daughter.
Attracted? Hell, that doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel about her.
“I can’t believe you fucked me outside like this, where anyone in the world could see,” she says with a little smile. Now that she’s coming down from her high, she blinks around us as if just realizing where we are.
“Oh, aye,” I say with a chuckle. “Anyone who’s on their damn rooftops, maybe? Astronauts, perhaps, or someone with nighttime vision? Must alert the military.”
“You never know,” she says, shaking her head, but her lips twitch with amusement. She sighs in contentment. “Oh, that was so good.”
“Mmm, aye, lassie, ’twas.” I hold her to me. I like the feel of her in my arms, the way her breathing slows and syncs with mine. I like the way I can feel her heartbeat against my chest, and the way she smiles.
“Alright, confession time. I’m fucking starving. I seem to recall we have dessert waiting for us. Let’s clean up and go downstairs, aye?”