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I pushed the blade down on his tummy and nicked him a little. I could feel his cock pushing up against my pussy lips through the jeans.

Oh fuck me, this guy was the epitome of perfection. I needed him inside of me, I needed to ride him like a fucking bronco because he was everything a woman would ever fucking need. I put the knife down next to his legs and I shifted down so I could pull that cock out and yank his jeans off his legs. I grabbed the knife again and cut his underwear off him, freeing his cock, my eyes couldn’t stop looking at the rounded head, the redness telling me just how badly he needed this too.

I pulled the jumper off and freed my own tits from their captivity. Lorcan’s eyes went to my hardened nipples, as if he were a crazed man who needed a taste.

Not yet.

He could wait, just like he made me wait last night.

All this power underneath me, I was desperate to feel his cock pulsing inside of me.

I gripped the base of his cock and moved my mouth over the head, licking a path around it, and cleaning off the precum.

“Shit,” he huffed. “You do that again and this’ll be over pretty fucking quick.”

I liked knowing I could make him come quickly, but that’s not what I wanted. I wanted to ride him until he didn’t know his own name. I wanted to fuck him so hard he’d not know where he was.

I wanted to stun him, because fuck me, he stunned me and I knew I’d never get over it.

I was his.

And he was most definitely mine.

I grabbed the knife hilt and twisted it toward me. Lorcan’s eyes shot up in surprise, until he saw what I was doing. That’s when his tongue came out to lick his lips as he watched me cut my panties off me so I didn’t have to move off him.

“Fuck me,” he growled with such intensity, I felt the shift in the room. I hesitated, biting my bottom lip as I looked down at the perfect specimen of man beneath me. Dear god, I’d never liked looking at cocks until right now.

The perfect V of his abs, that led down to the perfect cock and balls. I wanted him so much, but I knew whatever I did with him right here and now was never going to be enough.

He moved his arm and the chair shifted a little, making a sound on the floor. That chair was fucking heavy. I never thought he’d be able to move it.

Goddamn how fucking strong was he?

I positioned my throbbing pussy over his wet cock and slid the head of his cock into me. We both let out a relieved exhale as I slid down his shaft with such an exquisite slowness that I could fucking die happy right here.

I put both my hands on top of his abs as I moved my hips up and down, coating his cock with me. I could see he wanted to grip my hips, possibly take over. He was making a fist motion with them as I took him as I wanted to.

Slow and achingly deep. I started to move quicker, needing to feel him explode inside of me, needing him to claim what was already his. My walls were stretching for him as I fucked him harder, faster. I looked down into his eyes, and watched as he was tormented with not being in control, not being able to fuck me hard, the way he wanted to.

He was giving me this power because he knew I needed it.

Jesus, how could he be so fucking perfect?

The sound of us slapping against each other echoed throughout the room, as I dug my nails into his chest. He grunted in pain as he started to buck his hips to meet my thrusts, pushing my clit into overdrive. With one hand still on him for leverage, I moved a finger to my clit and began to rub.

Lorcan groaned as I felt his cock growing harder inside of me. I leaned back, changing my angle so he could see my rubbing, to see his cock disappearing into me over and over again. My other hand moved over his balls and instantly I heard the gasp of a man in the moments of pure ecstasy. He didn’t cum though, and I wondered how he could hold back from what I could only imagine was a mind blowing orgasm. I didn’t have time to ponder long as the familiar spasms began to wrack my pussy before I tumbled over into oblivion. I slowed my bouncing a little, but Lorcan picked up the pace as he lifted his ass up to meet my thrusts to keep me going. I recovered quickly and fucked him as hard as I could. I felt his cock hitting so deep into me that I thought his cum may burst out of my mouth at any given moment. His panting increased as his hips began to slow down and I took over the pace, fucking him hard, our mixed grunts mingled in the air as I felt him stiffen and pump his load into me.

It was only when he was completely still underneath me that I stopped moving and, sweaty and in a state of delirium, I all but collapsed on him, my pussy still pulsing.

“My turn,” his deep and gravelly voice said and for a mere moment, I feared what he meant until I heard the chair move again. I looked up to see him yank his wrists away from each other, and the belt came loose, freeing him.

He could have done that the entire time and he didn’t. How fucking strong was this guy? The thought both scared and thrilled me at the same time.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you get away with just one fuck, did you?” he taunted me, that deep voice doing delicious things to my insides.

With ease, he lifted me up and positioned me over his face, my knees grinding against the hard floor as he smashed his mouth against my pussy. I could scream if I wanted to but I had a feeling I needed to keep as much energy in me as I could. His fingers dug into the flesh of my hips as he held me in place, unable to move. I was able to grip onto the side of the heavy chair, and no, I couldn’t make it budge. He was justthatfucking strong.

I held on for dear life as he licked, sucked and teased his way through my pussy lips and toward my clit. His tongue was sliding around my hole while his nose nudged my sensitive clit and it was sending all sorts of sparks throughout my body. He moaned into me, the vibrations shooting over my clit and forcing me into fucking his face, my hips moving involuntarily, seeking out my oncoming explosion.

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