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I can take it but it’s a tight fit and I gasp again.
“That’s my girl,” he rasps against my ear. “You can take this. I stretched you out last night and you’re such a good girl getting so wet for me. Let me make this sweet pussy purr.” He kisses the side of my neck, then gives me a little nip. He thrusts in and out a few times. “But we both know what you really want. Play with your nipples, so I can have both of my hands free.”
I shiver with lust. I know exactly what he’s talking about.
He helped me discover some things about my body that I had never explored before. Or even thought about exploring. But with Cian I was safe. And he made it amazing.
“Oh my God,” is all I can manage.
He reaches out and takes one of my hands from the top of the dryer, lifting it under my shirt to cup my breast. I squeeze my nipple, feeling my pussy ripple around his fingers. He slides his hand down my back and over my ass.
“You are incredible, Scarlett.” He kisses my throat as he squeezes my ass. “God, the way you give yourself to me is like a drug.”
I drag in a breath as he tucks his hand into the back of my shorts. Now he is cupping a bare ass cheek while he pumps his fingers in and out of my pussy.
“Need your legs wider,” he says against my ear. “Bend over a little. Let me give you what you need.”
I can’t resist him. His rough voice in my ear, his fingers touching me exactly the way I need to be touched, the way he knows me, the way he’s not getting any relief himself but still acts as if this is exactly whatheneeds.
I lean over, resting one forearm on the top of the dryer. His fingers thrust faster, his thumb rubs over my clit, and then with his other hand, he presses against my backside.
I gasp as lightning seems to burst inside me. “Cian!”
“That’s right, my pretty dirty little witch. I remember all your secrets. How you like to be fucked deep in this perfect cunt but teased back here too.”
He circles and thrusts and presses and I feel my orgasm coiling low and tight.
“I also remember how you like to have your hands tied to the bed, so you have to just lie there and take it.”
The coil pulls tighter.
“And how you love to be spanked.”
He thrusts faster. Presses deeper.
I inch even closer to the precipice.
“How you love to be eaten before I?—”
I break apart. I cry out as my orgasm hits from deep inside and rolls out, swamping me in pleasure and heat.
“Cian!”
“That’s it,” he praises. He keeps his fingers moving, slowing but not withdrawing as the ripples continue. “That’s it. Fuck, Scarlett. Yes, that’s it.”
I slump over the dryer, sucking in oxygen.
I feel him finally slip his fingers from my shorts. He drapes himself over me, kissing the back of my head, my neck, my shoulder.
After a minute or so, he reaches under my shirt and pulls my bra down, then pulls me to standing and turns me, gathering me in his arms. “Was that what you needed?”
I nod against his chest. “Yes. Though I want?—”
He lifts my chin and kisses me. Then he says, “That’s enough for tonight.”
I pull back. “But what about?—”
“We don’t have time or space for more.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “But at least I have my own room now so I can get myself off when I get to the B&B.”