Page 57 of Haunted Nights & Savage Sins
“Oh, God!” I scream loud as I claw my nails down his back. I can’t count the number of orgasms he’s given me so far tonight. Twice with his tongue between my legs, another three times minimum just from his deep, thundering strokes.
My legs shake and I see double as I get to the very end of this last orgasm, and he has the nerve to pull out of me and turn me onto my hands and knees.
The man is insatiable.
Now that I’ve opened the door to sexy time between us, it’s like he’s trying to make up for the time he’s missed being celibate.
I’m more than happy to help him try, but I know he’s got other motives for trying to keep me in bed tonight.
“Every way I take you feels like fucking heaven. I never want to stop,” he growls as he slides into me from behind.
I groan at the feel of him. So big. Thick. Stretching me to the very limit just before pain.
The slickness of my constant orgasms mixed with his spend from our previous round creates a wet slapping sound as he pumps in and out of me.
It drives me wild.
“Cormac, I can’t. Oh, fuck, I can’t. I’m going to die.” I whimper, knowing exactly what’s going to happen. My body is so wrung out, I can barely keep my legs under me as he keeps a steady, rough pace.
“No, princess, you’ll live just like this on my cock. Now scream for me. Tell me how fucking good it feels.” He orders, and I have no choice but to comply, though there are no words, just a guttural cry of pleasure. He pushes my head down further so there’s more of an arch to my back. At least I think there is. I’m so high on these orgasms I can barely get my body to do anything. Just lay here and accept him.
It’s fucking glorious.
Cormac holds onto either side of my hips and leans back slightly. The slightly new position has him sliding perfectly against my G-spot. The pleasure is so intense and so instant that I scramble to get away. It’s too much too fast.
“Cormac, oh! Oh! Cormac.” I claw at the sheets under me, trying to pull away from him, but he simply growls and holds me steady. The fluid motions jostle every thought from my mind and any sense from my body.
A trail of spit puddles on the pillow as I mumble incoherently, desperate but scared of the next orgasm that is already barreling toward me.
Seconds later, the pressure inside gets to be too much and my vision completely whites out. My fingers stretch open wide, and one of my legs kicks all the way back in a severe contraction that has me feeling like my muscles are being ripped away.
I’m drowning in pleasure. Drowning, but it’s a death so sweet I’d endure it over and over again.
Cormac growls deep and loud. So strong, there isn’t a person alive who will be able to convince me when he gets like this that he isn’t truly part animal.
He pushes my other leg down, and it gives no resistance. I’m not sure I can move anymore.
He spreads my legs and spears into me so hard the top of his crown kisses my uterus. At least it feels like it. My body jumps reflexively, but like all the other times he’s ruled by something primal and he holds me in place.
The previously tortured pace he set speeds up, and his movements become less measured. More frantic.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m nearly having an out-of-body experience, but I swear I can feel him expanding even more inside of me.
“Brenna, oh, fuck!” He pants, his lungs trying to keep up with his brutal pace. His hips still move, popping up like a jackhammer as he drops his head and upper body down on my back.
I realize what he’s doing before I feel it. Sharp teeth latch onto the meaty part of my shoulder. The trapezius muscle.
For a second the signals in my mind don’t fire, but then a strange swirling mix of pain and pleasure flashes through me. I scream and all my muscles clamp down again.
“Arghhh.” Cormac snarls savagely. Another deeper orgasm rocks through me at the same time he douses my insides with his own.
I don’t know how long he holds me in that position, teetering on the razor-thin edge of pain and pleasure, or how long my orgasm goes on, but I do know when he releases his hold on my neck and slides out of me it feels like nearly a gallon of his cum slides out with him.
I’m left there, face still buried in the pillow, limbs still humming in pleasurable bliss, core pulsing and throbbing from the back-to-back orgasms, air being sucked in and out of my lungs.
He’s ruined me. Cormac is absolutely the best lover I’ve ever had and ever will have. There’s no question about it. If I don’t get a grip I’m going to get addicted to it.
As if I’m not already.
