Page 178 of Irreversible

He thrusts up, his hard cock straining against denim. He moves up my chest with an open mouth and bites my neck, sucking the sensitive skin between his teeth.

My hands fly over him, tugging at his shirt, his hair, his face.

I’m lost.

There’s no turning back.

I yank his head back by the roots of his hair and crush my mouth to his. It’s a fusion of tongues and groans and missing as I search for something I can’t find.

Come back, Isaac.

I suck his tongue into my mouth, our teeth clashing in a frenzy of heat and slickness. Clumsy, hurried, desperate. He punishes me, exploring every nook and crevice, sliding his tongue over the roof of my mouth before he bites my lip again and tugs roughly.

“Have you thought about me?” Isaac dips a hand underneath my skirt and shoves my underwear to the side. “Touched yourself?”

I whimper and squirm against him, begging for his touch. “I…I thought you were dead.”

“Mmm.” He pushes two fingers inside me, and we both unravel. “I am.”

“Ooh,God.” I collapse against him, my hair a dark-blond curtain around us. He inhales deeply, grabs it, and uses it to hold me steady as he pumps his fingers in and out with violent, angry thrusts.

“Fuck, Everly.” He finds my mouth again, and our lips part, hover, as his eyes close with rapture. “You’re so fucking wet.”

I’m soaked. Drenched. Drowning in him.

I ride his hand as my bare breasts bounce in his face. The feeling is already cresting, the salient release. Isaac sucks my breast into his mouth, still finger-fucking me until I’m a boneless, hapless heap of conflict and lust, jerking in his lap.

I want more. Ineedmore.

Frantically, I reach down with trembling hands and fumble with his belt buckle.

He freezes, his fingers buried deep inside me. Breathing heavily, he pulls away from my chest, locking our eyes for the barest breath.

There’s only a beat of hesitation before he finds what he’s looking for.

He loses control.

His fingers slide out, one hand flying to his belt. He flings it open and yanks his zipper down, encircling a long arm around my lower back as he lifts off the couch, just enough for me to tug his jeans and boxers down his hips until his cock springs free.

Holy shit.

We’re doing this.

We’re really doing this.

My pulse scrambles to keep up. He’s huge and thick, engorged to the point it almost looks painful. The crown leaks with precum, veins swollen and dilated.

I wrap my hand around him and squeeze.

Isaac buckles, falling back against the couch and taking me with him. “Fucking hell,” he hisses, twining my hair around his hand until my scalp burns.

All thought peters out as the room dissolves around me. It’s only us and this…need.

This violent physicality.

I reach down and shove my underwear aside, centering myself with the head of his cock.

Our gazes collide.

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