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I fuck her hard, my hips pumping against her from behind so fast I can feel my balls clap against her cleft, hear her knees banging the keg I’ve got her pinned against. I stop fighting it, letting myself feel the tight, urgent grip of her pussy around my shaft. Her swollen nipple pushed against my work-roughened palm. The juice-slicked glide of my fingers along her slit.
“Conner…” My name a hoarse shout torn from her throat as her pussy clamps down on my cock again. My own release barrels down on me, and this time I let it.
Declan’s banging for real now, jiggling the doorknob against the lock, shouting something about calling Da for the spare key but I’m too far gone to care.
My hand locks around her breast, pinning her against me as her arms reach up and back to tangle around my neck, pulling me even closer, thrusting her breast against my palm, the other one bouncing with each hard stroke. Her fingers in my hair, tightening. Urging me to move faster. To take what I want.
To have her.
With a rough shout, I give her a final stroke, pressing my hand against her pelvic bone, angling her so she can take every last inch of me. The orgasm hits, my testicles contracting a second before my cock starts to spasm. Still holding her tight against me, I can feel it jerking inside her pussy, filling the condom I’m wearing. I bury my face in her hair, breathing in the smell of roses and the sweet scent of honey, my hand splayed across her chest, over the rapid knock of her heart.
“God damn it, Conner,” Declan bellows at me, banging on the door again.
I squeeze my eyes shut and pretend he’s not there, pressing my lips to the side of her neck. No kissing. That’s one of my rules, but I come perilously close to breaking it. For some reason, the way her skin feels against them seems more intimate than everything else I’ve done to her.
Declan kicks the door. “I’m not kidding around asshole. Open—”
“Fuck off, Declan,” I bellow back, the sound of my voice quieting him for a few moments. “He’s not kidding,” I say to her, feeling oddly exposed. How many women have I done this with? If I sat down and made a list, it would take me days to write all their names down.
I let her go, stepping back and I have to grit my teeth against the sensation of sliding out of her creates. She feels so good I want to dive back in. “He probably has his cell phone—”
That’s when I realize she’s not saying anything. She’s not trying to engage me in small talk. She’s not trying to give me her number. Ask me to see her again.
She’s as done with me as I am with her.
Usually, a chick like this is my Holy Grail but something about the way she’s dismissing me tightens the back of my neck. Makes me angry.
I watch her smooth her skirt back into place before fixing the collar of her shirt. “What’s your name?”
The hands working her buttons go still for a moment before they resume, fitting the last of them through its loop. “Daisy,” she says, turning around to look at me, her eyes dark and unreadable. “Thank you, Conner—it was lovely.”
Before I can say anything else, she’s pushed past me. I can hear her thumbing the lock and opening the door, the dull roar of the pub sharpening to a fever pitch.
I stuff my cock back into my pants and turn just in time to see her skirt around Declan. “Excuse me,” she murmurs to him and then she’s gone.