And when he finally pulled his hand away and held up his palm for me to see how soaked it was, I gasped as he brought his hand to his mouth and dragged his tongue from wrist to fingertip, lapping up all my pussy cream.
“Oh. God.” It was so dirty and such a turn-on.
“So sweet,” he rumbled out. “Yer cunt is dripping, lass. For me.” He leaned forward as he snarled those last words as if he wanted me to deny that fact.
I couldn’t.
I moaned and dug my nails into the bed, forcing my eyes to stay open so I could look at him. My breath stalled at the sight of Cian kneeling behind me, his body so hard and big, his cock standing at attention from his groin and intimidating as hell.
His balls were a heavy sac that hung beneath the impressive length, and when he reached down to take his cock in hand, I bit my lip as my pussy clenched.
I knew without a doubt he’d stretch me to the point of pain—he was that big and girthy. Even if I weren’t a virgin, it would be hard taking all that cock.
Neither one of us spoke as I watched him hold that heavy length in his palm, as he stroked himself from root to tip. Copious amounts of clear fluid lined the tip, the pre-cum dripping off the crown to land on the bed between us.
I licked my lips, and he hummed in approval. I wanted him in my mouth, to see what that clear fluid tasted like as it slid over my tongue and down the back of my throat. And I felt like he knew what I was thinking, because his chest was heaving even faster and harder, his palm stroking over his dick with more force. His balls were swinging slightly from the jerking motions as he masturbated for me.
It was the most erotic scene I’d ever seen in my entire life.
And I wanted more.
“Ye want this, lass?” He kept stroking himself, his cock pointed right at my pussy, his words not inherently dirty, but God, they so were.
I didn’t trust my voice, so I nodded, then followed up by licking my lips. His jaw was clenched as he ground his teeth together; then he shifted closer so I fully felt the heat of his body.
“Ye sure about that? Ye deserve sweet—"
“Whoever said I wanted sweet?” I whispered. “I want you, Cian, in the way you’re meant to give it to me.” Seeing as this was my first time doing anything sexual with a man, I was shocked by my bravado.
Maybe that would have turned another man off, but Cian grinned broadly in approval.
And when he let go of his cock and moved forward, that heavy length pressing right against my pussy and feeling like a third leg, I held my breath. I thought he’d slam right into me, no sweet and gentle lovemaking for my first time—and that so wasn’t what I wanted—but he didn’t move, just stayed out and let me feel how big and hard he was for me.
“Never thought the day would come where I’d have my mate,” he said to himself in a low voice. “Yet here I am… about to fook her.”
Oh God, yes.
“Here I am about to claim her and mark the hell out of that pretty neck.”
And then he was moving back so I no longer felt his cock pressed against me. I was about to protest, when I felt him grip each cheek of my ass, spreading me wide again and leaning down so his hot breath skated along the part of me no man had ever seen.
He inhaled my pussy, a fact that probably shouldn’t have been hot but was such a turn-on.
“Mmm, smells so fooking sweet. Smells like mine.” He clenched my ass harder. “I bet ye taste even better.” He buried his face right between my legs then, and I squeezed my eyes shut at the instant pleasure that encompassed me.
I was so shocked by the sensations of him eating me out that I arched my back and popped my upper body up on my forearms, my hazy, drugged-feeling gaze latched on the headboard. And then I felt my eyes roll back as he dragged his tongue down to my pussy hole, twirling that muscle around the opening and lapping up my cream, humming in approval.
He gripped each cheek of my ass hard and tight, not breaking the skin, but God, I wanted him to. I wanted little crescent shapes covering my body so that when I looked down at myself, I could see the evidence of his passion in physical form.
The sound he made behind me was so guttural, so feral, that it had my inner muscles clenching painfully. He grunted again, the vibrations going right to my clit. As if he sensed that, knew what he was doing to me and the bundle of nerves, he flattened his tongue even more and dragged it to that little bead.