Page 31 of Naughty Irish Fate
“You want my cock,” He slaps my ass again, surges forward and fucks me a few thrusts before pulling out, “And nothing else. Is that it, beautiful baby?” I moan as he pushes inside, stretching me, filling me, punishing me.
Both his hands wrap around my throat as he bends me beneath the water. His thrusts lift me off the tiled floor and I shout, but I earned it. Yanking my head back with a hand tangled in my hair, he bruises my mouth with his kiss.
“Yes... just want your cock.” I lie before his tongue shoves into my mouth.
“Liar. Beautiful fucking liar.” His hand is rough in my hair, fisting it as he pounds into me. It hurts but I want it. I want the reminder that he was real, he was here, and he was mine for a while.
“Please... please.” I am sobbing and he just fucks me harder, biting at my lips, sucking at my tongue, hissing words into my mouth.
“Mine. I don’t want just your pussy but it’s mine. Don’t want just your body, beautiful baby. But it’s all fucking mine.” His hand tightens on my throat and I nod. Because, he’s right.
“Yes... it is. Yours. I am yours, Rook.” I pant as the water burns my skin and washes away my tears.
Rooker slides his hand from my neck down between my legs. Rubs furiously at my swollen clit until I come so hard I can’t breathe, can’t see, and can’t feel anything but him. Pounding into me, panting into my ear, slapping my ass and fucking me raw.
“Mine. It’s all fucking mine, Wynnie. And I want it all. Come on my cock while I fill your cunt. Tell me you want all of me too.” Pressing his chest against my back, he slows down his thrusts but they are still rough, brutal, and deep.
“Yes. Yes. I do, baby. I want it all.” I know the moment I say the words I will regret them. But I say them anyway.
“Fuck. You belong to me, Wyn. And I belong to you.” I gasp as I come hard as I feel him spurting inside me, pulse after pulse.
I don’t feel him wash me up but I know he does. I do feel his lips trace the marks he leaves at my skin. I don’t remember being carried to my bedroom but I feel him press me into the bed.
Suddenly, wet heat is between my legs. Like muscle memory kicking in, my thighs close around his head, my fingers lace in his hair and I rock against his face.
Rook is gentle now. Licking and flicking his tongue at my aching pussy. Twisting and stroking two fingers inside me. Wet kisses press to my clit, to my thighs, to my hip. I almost come but he stops. Looming over me, he fists his cock and presses it against my folds.
“I hurt you again,” His face clouds as his eyes darken, “I like to hurt you. Like to mark your pretty skin and make you beg. Makes me so hard, Wynnie. Seeing me all over you.” I think he’s going to shove inside me and I want him to almost as badly as I don’t.
Watching me, he wraps his fist around his thick cock and I know what he plans. And Iwant it.It’s filthy and carnal but Ifucking want it. I watch him pump his thick cock as he grunts and says my name.
It’s so hot I don’t even need to touch myself to come. Rooker grunts and jerks until he shoots thick ropey cum over my pussy, my thighs, my stomach. I come as it hits my skin hot and sticky.
“Mine.” Rooker growls, rubbing some of it into my skin.
I almost laugh. But tears sting my eyes instead. Sunshine glows behind him and I want to remember this moment just like this. Want to remember this feeling just as it is.
For the briefest time, I truly am his. And he is mine.
Our gazes lock and I know he can see what he has done to me. Not the marks at my skin or the flush in my face. No, he can see what I feel for him and how already it has wrecked me.
Already I wait on the docks knowing he won’t ever return.
“Wyn, we need to talk.” Now, I do laugh. I swipe away foolish tears, angry I keep showing such weakness.
“We don’t. No promises were made. No discussion is needed, Rooker.” I feel foolish for being dismissive with his cum still hot on my skin.
“Stop it. We need to talk about this. About you and I.” I snort another laugh, knowing I am being an asshole. But knowing it’s the best way to protect myself.
“You and I? Bold of you to assume there even is ayou and I.” I see the pain flash in his eyes before they storm and he crawls over me.
“Keep it up, Wynnie. Said I like hurting you,” He pushes his hips a little and I bite back a moan as his still hard cock rubs my sensitive center, “Would be too easy to fuck you into talking, beautiful baby.” Hiking my legs up, I push at his hips with my knees, twisting away.
Rooker growls as he moves with me. I yelp when he slaps my ass hard. Shriek when I feel his teeth sink in to a cheek. My traitor body reacts, my pussy throbbing and growing slick. Fucking masochist.
“Let. Me. Go.” I grunt as he pins me beneath him with his hips.
“Never. Not fucking ever, Wynnie. We do need to talk. I need to go because of the fleet ship. Got a crew to get home.” I shake my head fast, tears slipping down my cheeks.
