Page 90 of Dublin Charmer

Right, they were celebrating downstairs.

I can’t get enough. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer, needing to feel him, all of him. He obliges, his body pressing against mine, his hard cock evident against my thigh. “We have entirely too much clothing on.”

“Entirely,” he says.

The next few moments pass in a scramble of limbs as we strip each other and toss everything out of our way. We roll and grapple and giggle as fabric flies, until we’re naked and fall back onto the mattress once again.

“Yer so damned fuckable.” His mouth descends and I arch into his touch, a low moan building in the back of my throat. “If we weren’t hunting a monster and trying to save lives, I would keep ye here, my cock tucked inside ye, one place or another, and have ye screaming my name.”

I chuckle. “One place or another? Any old orifice will do, will it?”

“Name one that wouldn’t feel good.” His emerald eyes meet mine with a smoldering intensity that makes my core clench inanticipation. Without breaking our eye contact, he slips a hand between my legs.

I shift, opening for him, inviting him in.

I gasp as he parts me, his fingers finding all the right spots to stoke the flames licking at my flesh. Pressing closer, his eyes grow heavy-lidded and hungry as he swipes his thumb against my clit.

Finn is a master at rubbing my most sensitive bits.

Relentless. Maddening. But an absolute master.

Feminine groans and mewling sounds tear from my throat and fall from my lips. If I weren’t so close to toppling over that sweet edge, I might be embarrassed by how easily he turns me into a wet, trembling mess.

My knees fall open and I gasp as a rush of wet heat meets his fingers.

He trails a teasing touch, winding me up more and more. The inner walls of my pussy pulse and my breath quickens, my release building deliciously within.

“Look how beautiful yer wee pussy is, so pink and wet for me.”

I love how thick Finn’s accent gets when he’s aroused. It’s so freaking sexy.

“Och, I can’t take it. Yer too tempting.” His touch disappears, but in a quick shift, he’s reached to the nightstand to grab a condom and is back to hover over me.

“Here, let me.” I take the foil package from his fingers and tear it open, pulling out the thin rubber ring inside. Biting my bottom lip, I roll the condom over his beautiful cock, and give his sac a gentle squeeze. “Good to go, Charmer.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

As he presses inside me, I wrap my legs around his thighs and let out a breathy moan. This man has the perfect cock. Thickenough to stretch me and enough length to rub my pussy in all the right places.

“How’s that?” he asks, pumping inside me in a slow and steady slide and glide.

I meet his gaze and smile. “No complaints here.”

Finn’s eyes are so expressive, there are times I’d swear I could lose myself simply by watching his emotions play out behind those emerald gems. He’s watching me and I know he knows there is something wrong. But how can I tell him I might have to leave? How can I even consider leaving when he’s so good to me?

“What do ye need, beautiful? Tell me.” His voice is rough, his hips still moving, still teasing.

“Just you.” I grip his hips, my nails digging into his flesh. “Hard and fast and filling me until I shatter.”

He smiles, a slow, sexy smile that promises everything. And then he speeds up the pace, thrusting deep. “Like this, baby?”

Finn is a fantastic lover, consuming, soul-lifting.

My back arches, and I gasp, aching for more. His cock is thick and hard and fills me completely. It hits exactly the right spot in me and makes me a slave to his wicked ways. When he’s fucking me like this, I would do anything…say anything.

“Hard and fast, ye said, right?”

“Just. Like. That.” The slap of our bodies fills the room, joined by the steady thump of the headboard hitting the wall.