“Actually,” I say slowly, “I think I want to taste that again.”
This time, when I suck her still-sensitive clit into my mouth, fucking her clenching pussy hard and fast with my fingers, Isabella does scream my name.
“Niall—oh god—Niall! Oh fuck, I’m coming again, I—”
She moans, shrieking her pleasure as I bring her fast and hard to a second orgasm, lapping at her clit with my tongue as I bring her down from it, enjoying the sound of her helpless moans as I bend her body to my whim.
“Now, lass,” I tell her, pulling back and helping her to her feet, “I’m going to lay you back on that bed, and fuck your arse like that, so I can do it while I look at how gorgeous you are, covered in my cum.”
Isabella obeys without a moment’s hesitation, letting me pick her up and lay her back across the huge white bed, a soft moan slipping from her as I undo her dress. I stroke my cock lightly as I shed my clothes as well, hard as a rock from the sight of her naked on the bed, her pussy swollen and trembling from orgasms, her face and breasts laced with my cum.
“Now, lass,” I tell her, my voice a rough growl. “Get ready, because I’m going to make you come again, and again, until you beg me to stop.”
23
ISABELLA
Imoan as Niall steps towards me, my entire body throbbing with need and trembling from the aftereffects of the orgasm. He looks huge and dangerous and handsome, tall and chiseled standing between my spread thighs, his strong hands opening them wide as his long, thick cock stands at attention, ready to fuck me as I beg for more.
“I fucking love seeing your pussy like this,” he growls, sliding his hands up my inner thighs. “Wet and swollen for me, so tight and ready for my cock. And your arsehole tighter still—” He groans, nudging his cockhead against my entrance. “I think I’ll get myself wet here, first. God knows you’re slick enough for me. Come for me like this, lass, if you can.”
I don’t have a single doubt that I’m going to come on his cock. My pussy is still spasming, fluttering from the orgasms under his tongue, and I still want more. His hands spread me wide, and I feel wanton and exposed, naked and covered in his cum as he fucks me, and it turns me on more than I can possibly explain.
“Fuck yes, take my cock, there’s a good girl—”
Niall is a master of dirty talk, and the words ripple over me in that thick Irish burr, tingling my skin as his cock slips inside my pussy, a tight fit despite everything. I arch up, wanting more, feeling him stretch me, both aroused and always a little afraid of the prospect of having him fuck me in the ass. His finger presses there as he pushes his cock inside, readying me, and I gasp, moaning helplessly as he sinks deeper into my pussy.
He watches himself sink into me, his face taut with pleasure, his cock thrusting deeper as he strokes the outside of my ass. Hs finger pushes in just as his cock sinks to the hilt, and I remember that first night in the hotel, the way he fucked my ass with his fingers while he fucked my pussy with his cock.
That’s all it takes. I gasp, moaning, my entire body rippling with pleasure as I arch up, the orgasm bursting over me. His finger goes deeper, and I cry out, grinding onto his finger and his cock as I come hard, clawing at the bed as I moan his name.
“Oh fuck, lass,” Niall groans, wide-eyed with lust as he watches me. “You love my fingers in your arse, don’t you? What a dirty lass. Take more, then, if you like it so much.” He pushes a second finger inside of me, a strangled groan coming from his throat. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come twice in you, just like that first night—”
He shakes his head, stroking his fingers inside of me. “No one has ever gotten me as hard as you make me, Isabella,” he murmurs. “So fucking hard for you, all the time. No one has ever made me come this much, and so fucking good, too—”
I clench around him, moaning. “More, Niall, please—”
“You want more? Stroke your clit, lass, while I finger your arsehole and fuck your pussy. Such a dirty lass, such a good girl, so pretty with my cum—”
The words spill out of him, a moaning, lustful chant as he fucks me, scissoring his two fingers in my ass as he thrusts his cock deep into my pussy. “I need to come, oh fuck—”
I rub my clit frantically as I feel him starting to throb, aroused beyond words by all of it. I love that I turn him on so much, that he can fuck me over and over again in a single night, that he wants me so fucking much. I want him too, and I writhe on his cock, moaning my pleasure as he throws his head back and I feel the first hot spurt of him inside me.
“Oh,fuck—” he groans as I start to come too, spasming around him, and I feel him filling me, all the way until he jerks his cock free, fisting it hard and fast as the last jets of his cum spurt over my belly and thighs. “I want you fuckingcoveredin it—”
He’s still hard, just like he was on our wedding night. He pushes his cockhead against my clit as the last drops spill out, rubbing the slick, swollen tip over my sensitive flesh, and I cry out as he drags it lower still.
“Are you ready for my cock in your arse?” he growls, and I nod, panting with need as he slides his cockhead through my drenched folds, smearing my cum and his down to the tight ring of my asshole.
“God, I’ll never get tired of hearing you beg for my cock in your arse.” Niall pushes his tip against me there. “Tell me if it’s too much, Isabella, butgod, I already can’t wait to come in your arse.”
I arch towards him wordlessly, already stroking my clit again lightly as he moans, his hips jerking as he pushes forward. He steadies me with one hand on his hip, hissing pleasured curses through his teeth as I push onto him, and I feel the sudden, hot pressure of his swollen cockhead pushing into my ass.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight—” Niall groans, feeling me clench around him as he pushes a little deeper. “Tell me it’s good for you too, lass—”
“It feels so fucking good,” I moan, rubbing my clit faster now. “I love when you take me like this, when you make me all yours—”
“All mine,” Niall growls, pushing himself deeper still. “My mouth, my pussy, my arse to fuck. My gorgeous, filthy lass—”