Page 23 of Naughty Irish Fate
Chapter Eight
Rooker
Don’t know if I have ever felt so right.
Being out on a boat on the sea, sun shining, waves pounding.
Watching Bronwyn with her hand between her thighs, rubbing herself as she moans and calls my name, her tits bouncing with the waves and my cock aching in my jeans... it is the single rightest fucking moment of my life.
“Don’t you come yet. Save that for me.” I drop a hand to rub at my dick as it punches at my jeans.
Bronwyn’s evil smile makes me groan as I watch her slip her fingers inside herself, taunting me. I hit the controls to anchor us. No way I let her come without being inside her. I shove at my zipper and round the bridge controls before the anchor steadies us.
It’s a tight space to shove between her body on the bench seats and the control station. I make it work. Bronwyn sits forward, hand dropping from her tit where it was tugging at her plump nipples to reach for me.
Before I can tell her to stop—not that I had plans to—she tears my jeans down my thighs and dips her head. I grunt like a fucking animal when she swallows my cock past her lips, moaning as I pulse in her mouth.Fuck, this woman.
I pump my hips into her, getting harder with every suck and swirl of her tongue. Every slap of her fingers inside her cunt. I reach down to shove my fingers in too and she licks at my balls with me halfway down her throat.
“Jesus hell, baby. Keep it up you’re going to swallow me whole.” I mean my cock, my cum,andmy fucking soul.
Gathering her short ginger curls in my hands, I tug her head back so I can control things. Need to control it. To control her. For as long as she will let me. I piston into her mouth as her fingers rub harder, faster, the sounds filling the tiny bridge enough to make me cum.
Pulling out of her mouth, I slap at her swollen clit, and she bucks and whines. Wrapping both my hands around her throat, I guide her back on the narrow bench. It’s going to be rough and fast, but by the wild look in her eyes I know she wants it as bad as I do.
“Goddamn you are a fucking siren. My beautiful baby.” Bronwyn’s legs bend back towards her chest to make room for me. I take her mouth and shove inside her, swallowing her scream as she comes.
“Yesssss! Rook... baby. Fuck me. Make me come.” I growl because that’s all I want to do.
Balancing on my knees between her thighs with my hands around her throat I fuck her.Hard.Deep. Moving with the rocking of the waters below us, I fuck her savagely. Hands tight around her throat, fucking her so hard her hips bounce on the bench.
“Sweet pussy is so good Wynnie. So goddamn good. Feel you coming again. Choke my cock with your pleasure. Goddamn Wynnie.” As her eyes go dark and silvery she comes hard, screaming my name and making me even harder.
I never want to stop. Never want to leave her body. Touch anyone else but her. Look into anyone else’s eyes while I’m inside them. Just her. Just my beautiful fucking baby.
Bronwyn claws at my shoulders, my back, begging me for more, harder, deeper and I can do nothing but give it to her. At her throat, my hands leave marks that please the beast she has woken inside me. I want my marks all over her perfect body. Reminders that I was inside her like she is inside me.
“Don’t stop. Please. Please. Rook...” Fuck, the way she needs me, the way her pussy greedily draws me in every time I pull out, it’s like nothing else.
“Never. Won’t ever stop, Wynnie. Fucking ever.” I know I can’t mean those words, not really. But deep inside her, watching her body bend to my needs as I fuck her like I own her, I mean them as much as can.
Bronwyn gazes up at me with sparkling eyes as I shove inside her one last thrust. It’s too much. We’re muttering nonsense we should never even come close to saying. Together we come so hard we are panting, shuddering, messes.
Inside her in every possible way for a moment, everything changes.
I mean it when I say I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to ever stop this moment. Want to touch her and taste her and watch her come for the rest of my fucking life. Watch her laugh and sing terrible songs and flip that fucking coin. For the rest of my days.
Looking into her silvery eyes, I see she wants it too.
Just like that we are drifting too far out to sea, neither of us sure how to get back on safe land.
We don’t speak as I unwrap my hands from her throat gently. Fix her dress and tuck away my cock. Sitting up on the bench with the boat still anchored, neither of us speaks for so long I know it’s too late.
Bronwyn starts to breathe too fast. Lets go a sob from deep in her chest that breaks my fucking heart. Makesmewant to cry. Clawing at her thighs she marks her flesh until I tear her hands away.
It’s then I know it’s a panic attack. And this time neither my touch nor my cock will stop it. Sensory overload.I did this to her.I brought her out on the water knowing it scared her. Fucked her raw and savage and told her shit I can't back up.
Sent her into an attack I don’t know how to bring her back from.
