Page 127 of Dublin Beast
She reaches between us, and without warning or hesitation, grips my cock and squeezes.
“Fucking hell.”
My strength almost gives out, but I don’t want to drop on top of her, so I roll to the side to kick off my pants. I’m sure I look like a horny teenage boy about to get lucky, but I don’t give a fuck.
I’ve missed her more than I thought possible.
“Bryan, I swear if you don’t fill me with your cock right now, I might die.”
I sit back on my heels, wipe a hand over my face, and give her a wink. “I have half a mind to tease you until you’re a trembling, wet mess, but I can’t have you combusting on me.”
Gripping her hips, I roll her onto her belly and pull her up onto her knees. “I want you bare, trouble. I swear I’m clean and you’re still protected, right?”
“I am. And yes, stop teasing. I’m dying here.”
I press the crown of my cock against her drenched opening and heat builds deep in my balls. Fuck me, I haven’t even started railing her yet and I’m fighting not to come.
With a seductive smile over her shoulder, she pushes back, hissing as I give in and sink into her silky heat. “Yes!”
Her throaty cry shoots a bolt of pleasure straight to the base of my spine. I grip her hips and thrust deep, bending over to draw my tongue up the line of her vertebrae. She arches into me, her inner muscles pulsing, gripping me.
I love my girl greedy and needy.
Rolling my hips, I strike up a rhythm. Every slap of my hips to her ass sends soul-changing bliss. On her knees like this, she takes me so deep.
As I bottom out, I feel as I rub over the resistance of her G-spot.
“Oh, god, yes. There! Don’t stop.”
Not a chance in hell. The euphoria of being inside this woman is addictive and I was hooked from the first time.
Nothing exists outside this room.
There is only us—like this—hopefully forever.
My grip on her hips will likely leave a mark but there’s no help for it. I clutch her, thrusting deep, the slap of flesh, her feminine groans and my breathy grunts filling the air.
“I feel you everywhere,” she groans, her hot pussy squeezing my cock like her body has claimed it for her own.
That’s fine. I’m laying my claim too—for her body, her heart, and her soul.
My breathing is coming hard and fast when her orgasm takes her. The way her insides milk my cock, there’s no holding back. Thrusting forward, I lock my hips, and the room spins. I spill everything I’ve got into her.
I don’t know where I end, and she begins.
When we collapse onto the mattress, I roll us onto our sides, still connected. Pulling the duvet over her hip, I protect her from the loss of heat.
Snuggling closer, I spoon her and press my hips forward. I may be completely spent but I’m not ready to leave the comfort of her slick channel yet.
It takes a while for our breathing to slow and our bodies to come down from the shared high. Eventually, my cock recedes unbidden, and I lose the comfort of being inside her.
Burying my face at the nape of her neck, I hold her as the fire crackles and the world comes back into focus.
And in the quiet aftermath, lying in my bed, her skin warm against mine, I feel something I haven’t felt in a very long time.
Whole.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FIVE
