“Please.”
I licked my lips. “Please what?”
She groaned. “Please, fuck me already.”
I had to use every ounce of willpower I possessed to remain still.
“I don’t know ... you don’t seem to really want me to fuck you.”
“Kane,” she growled. “I’m very ready for ye’ to fuck me.”
I hummed. “It doesn’t seem like it.”
She pushed back against my hand, taking my fingers deep inside her tight cunt. I smiled and slapped her ass. “That shows your enthusiasm, but not quite enough for me to be bothered enough to take my cock out.”
“I’ll show ye’ enthusiasm,” she muttered under her breath.
I watched her with raise eyebrows as she rolled to the side, got off the bed, and approached me.
“What are you – offt!”
She ran at me and threw her body at mine. I caught her but fell back onto my bed. She pushed me back and ordered, “Move up the bed.”
My cock throbbed, but I’d be damned if I wasn’t turned on. I shimmied up the bed and then clasped my hands behind my head and waited.
“What now?”
Aideen didn’t reply. Instead, she moved down my thighs and grabbed my jeans. She unbuttoned them and forcibly yanked them and my boxers down to my thighs, letting my cock spring free. She didn’t ask for permission, nor did she let on to what she was doing. She simply moved back up my body, reached down, grabbed my aching cock in her hand, and guided it to her pussy and sank down. Bliss flooded me.
“Fuck!”
My hands instantly went to her hips and her hands went to my chest as her pelvis touched mine. I was buried inside her, surrounded by her heat, her wetness, her tightness. I would surrounded by her completely, and I never wanted to leave.
“Don’t stop, Aideen.”
She wasn’t moving, and I needed her to move.
“Give me a second,” she pleaded. “It’s—you’re big, okay? Just ... let me adjust.”
My eyes almost crossed. “I’m big? You’re tight as fuck. That inch-by-inch thing you just did is a no-go. Jesus, I’ll fuck you into next week if you continue to torture me like that.”
“Okay,” she exhaled and looked at me. “Are you ready?”
I slapped her ass with both hands. “Ride me, baby doll.”
She didn’t wait a second. She used my chest for leverage to lift herself up and sink back down on me. I didn’t know where to look as Aideen fucked me. My eyes flicked between her expressive face, her bouncing tits, then to her pussy where I could see my cock slide in and out of her perfect body. I leaned my head back against the mattress and groaned as sensation flooded me.
“Just like that, baby doll.”
Aideen locked her eyes on mine, and though her face was twisted with pleasure, I saw her see me. All of me.
“You look like an angel,” she said. “A real angel.”
My heart slammed into my chest as I moved my hands to her waist and bucked my hips up against her.
“That’d be you, darling.”
Aideen suddenly cried out. “Right there!” she shouted and bore down on my cock. I didn’t have to look at her face to know she was about to come. I could feel her muscles tighten around her, and I felt her body buck wildly against me, searching for its release. I thrusted my hips as hard and as fast as I could in my position, and when I became frustrated, I rolled her body underneath mine and pounded between her thighs with no restraint. I felt the moment the first spasm of her orgasm hit her as her vaginal walls contracted around my cock. I looked up at her face and forced myself not to blink so I could remember everything about her face. How her eyes were tightly shut, how her wet, swollen lips were parted, how her cheeks were flushed, and how her teeth bit down on her tongue as the sensation overcame her.
Her hands flattened over my back. Her fingers danced over my scars, touching them, loving them.
“Kane.”
“I want to watch you come over and over again.” I lowered my face to hers. “You’re perfect when you’re coming around my cock. Fucking. Perfect.”
She whimpered. “Please, just don’t stop.”
I couldn’t. I didn’t just want to fuck her, I had to. Being inside her was rapidly becoming my favourite place, and it scared me to realise that. As I continued to fuck her, Aideen arched her back and exposed her neck to me. I moved my lips over her flesh and kissed and nipped at her skin with my teeth until she gasped. When she suddenly dug her nails into my back, the painful sting of it brought back an unwanted memory.
“When I tell you to hit a woman, boy,” Big Phil bellowed as he drove a hair thin needle, no longer than pin, in and out of my back. He didn’t stop until I screamed. “You fucking do it!”