Page 24 of Stolen Temptation (Irish Kings #3)

Rory

This is how I’ve wanted Kiara from almost the moment I laid eyes on her.

Our first kiss was only twenty-four hours ago, so why do I feel like I’ve known her for weeks or months? Why is desire razing my insides to ash, blacking out everything except this unnatural need I have to take her however she’ll allow?

Why do I feel at risk of fucking her brains out, just from sliding my middle finger inside her tight, wet, inexperienced little pussy? Her hot, slick walls flex around my finger as I slip it in as far as it will go.

“Rory!” My name tumbles from her open lips as her flushed face oscillates from one sexy expression to another, each of them fascinating and furiously arousing.

How am I going to get through this without railing her?

“You feel that?” After a slow retraction, I slide my middle finger all the way back in. Kiara nods, positively feverish, all hot and hazy. “You like it?”

She nods again. The way she’s staring at me swells my body with pure heat. I reposition myself on the bed, grabbing her left thigh with my free hand while I press my middle finger into her depths again. She’s so wet, my whole palm’s damp.

Then, I make the mistake of looking at her.

All of her.

Just lying there, naked, her long, gorgeous legs spread wide and waiting… And that irresistible innocence on her face… Fuck, I want to stuff my cock inside her so badly.

“Tell me you want more.” She’s got me so hot for her, I sound mad when I speak. I drive my finger in and out of her at a steady pace, picking up the clip while she moans.

She nods again.

“I want to hear you say it.” I slide my finger deeper inside her.

This time, Kiara opens those hypnotic lips and words stumble out. “I want more.” Her voice is a gasp. “Give me more— ah !”

“There’s a good girl.” My index finger joins the first one. “Use your words.”

Two must be the magic number because Kiara’s head hits the mattress, her eyes rolling up to the ceiling as her eyelids droop.

“Yeah, sweetheart.” Dark possession floods my system, overtaking my logic. “Tonight, you’re mine .”

The knowledge that nothing and no one has ever done this to Kiara unleashes some kind of insanity in me. Protectiveness, greed, and lust ball up inside me, gathering momentum as I thrust my fingers deeper into her slick heat.

Her moans and murmurs of pleasure get so loud, she slaps a hand over her mouth to keep them in. The other hand claws at the duvet beneath her writhing body. I pull her thigh back a little wider and lean over her so I can see every shift in her expression.

Kiara shoots me a dirty look. I grin back.

I can’t seem to get enough.

I could watch this shit for hours. Kiara going crazy over just two of my fingers…

I wish I were filming. Can’t take my eyes off her pretty face, so damp with sweat that her dark hair sticks to her cheeks.

I thrust my fingers in and out of her tight pussy and use my thumb to stroke her clit until the muscles in my forearm start to strain and Kiara appears dizzy enough to pass out.

She hasn’t come yet, but she will.

I pull my fingers out of her, and she shakes a little, her breathing still rough.

She watches me, hazy-eyed, as I put my fingers in my mouth and taste her as no man ever has before. Spice, salt, and earth greet my tongue. Deep satisfaction spreads through me.

My eyes drift back to her pussy, swollen with need of her own.

God, she’s so wet for me. My cock aches to get in there.

Patience , the darkest, dirtiest part of me insists.

There are so many things I want to do to this girl, and they can’t all happen tonight. I’ll have to pace myself…

The notion of that excites me way more than it should.

After I’ve finished licking my fingers, I return my gaze to hers.

“You ready to come for me, beautiful girl?”

Kiara startles, blinking at me like an owl. A smile spreads across my face as I reach for her. I maneuver both of us until I’m sitting on the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor, and Kiara’s bent over me with her ass in my lap.

“Rory…” She casts an uncertain glance over her shoulder. “This position is a little…” Her eyes flick away from mine. I can hear what she must be thinking, but I’m not doing a good job controlling my impulses.

My left hand attaches to her ass and starts to rub. When I dip into her crease, it does something to both of us. She bites her lower lip, a sight hot enough to be illegal.

With my other hand, I curl my fingers inside her, using my palm to provide the friction she needs to her clit. “Let’s revisit the subject after you’ve got your first orgasm under your belt.”

Kiara buries her face in the duvet, moaning into the quilting as I finger her from behind, ramming my fingers in and out.

Somehow, she’s even wetter than before.

I drill her this time with less mercy, the fingers of my other hand sinking into the flesh of her ass.

“Oh, fuck!” She cries out, her words muffled in the blanket beneath us. “Rory, wait, I’m gonna?—”

“Yeah?” I see it now, her hips starting to circle and twitch.She’s going to come for me any second now.

“ Yeah .”

“I’m the only one you come for?” I growl, jamming my fingers in deeper.

My eyes find hers. She’s gazing up at me through her lashes, head twisted around in my direction.

The energy between us, it’s…strangely intimate.

But I know I’m not hallucinating when she nods her head, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Just you…”

Those two words set off a fiery tenderness inside me. My voice is gruff from an unidentified emotion.

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

I crook my fingers inside her once, twice more. Her hips buck.

“ Rory …” Kiara groans my name and some gibberish into the bed, and wow .

Holding her bare ass in one hand with the fingers of the other inside her… It’s better than I imagined it would be.

It’s good.

Unbelievably out-of-this-world good.

I-don’t-know-how-I’m-going-to-live-without-doing-this-to-her-all-the-time good.

For a few long moments, Kiara just remains sprawled across my lap, panting.

Her bare thighs stacked over this rager in my pants is a threat to my cardiovascular health. Jesus. My heart is going to pound a hole in my chest if I don’t do something about my cock. I’m fucking throbbing.

Everything inside me wants to bury my dick inside her and spray-paint my name on her inner walls, but I’m in enough trouble here as it is.

Something about this girl undoes every logical impulse in my brain, and if I find out what it’s like to fuck her, there’s a very real possibility I’ll never recover.

“So that’s what an orgasm with someone else feels like.” Her laugh sounds a little dazed

I growl. “Not with someone else. With me . And that’s just the first of many.” My left hand has reverted back to rubbing her ass. Slowly, I pull my fingers out of her and watch another tremor travel through her body.

“Now I get what all the fuss is about.”

The comment startles a laugh from me. A real, genuine laugh. “You haven’t even been fucked yet.”

Kiara squirms and rolls her lips together, like she’s thinking. “Is that what happens now?”

Every thought in my head comes to a tire-screeching halt. “Is that what you want to happen now?”

Her eyes pop wide. She almost looks scared.

Of course I spooked her.

My rampant, raging desire for her is about as subtle as a shotgun.

Pinching my eyes closed, I force myself to take a deep breath.

I need to calm the hell down.

“I want…” Kiara’s tentative voice yanks my eyelids open.

“Yeah?”

“You’ve…touched and tasted me.” Her face is strawberry red as she pushes these words from her gorgeous lips. “Is it my turn yet?”

I must stare at her like an idiot for a whole sixty seconds before I realize she’s saying she wants to touch my cock. Taste it.

The best idea I’ve had all day slams me with enough force to almost catapult me off the bed.

Instead, I carefully slide her off my lap so I can unzip my jeans and finish undressing.

Kiara watches me disrobe, wide-eyed and red-faced, like I’m a stripper-gram just for her. Her level of adorable simply shouldn’t be allowed.

“You want your turn? Now’s your chance.” I climb back on the bed, eyes locked on hers. “But there’s one condition.”

She blinks. “What is it?”

“I want you to sit on my face while you do it.”

Her hand flies over her mouth, but she doesn’t look away from me. Not for a second.

We’re both feeling the effects of the same sexual drug.

“I want to taste you again, and I want you to taste me.” My hand finds her face as I peer into her deep brown, green-flecked eyes. “What do you say?”

She shocks the hell out of me by saying, “Okay.”

I tackle her onto the mattress, sucking her tongue into my mouth. Then I roll onto my back and pat my chest. “Come here, sweetheart.”

After only a millisecond of hesitation, Kiara crawls my way until she’s parked her pussy within striking distance of my ravenous mouth. My hands grab her ass, pulling her farther down onto my face.

She squeals and then moans, collapsing over my chest. Her breasts settle near my waist as her soft, delicate fingers stroke my throbbing dick. The second her hand touches me, the tectonic plates inside my body shift.

What’s going to happen when she puts me in that sexy mouth of hers?

When I toss a hand at her ass, she moans and flattens her tongue against the crown of my cock.

I groan into her wet pussy.

Jesus Christ , that’s good.

And as my tongue swipes through her folds, Kiara licks me from tip to base and back again, like I’m a damn popsicle. She’s teasing me—and doing an amazing job for someone who’s never touched a cock before in her life.

Irritation and arousal tousle in my chest, and I eat her harder, bullying her clit with my lips and tongue. She flexes her hips against my face, so I must be doing something right.

But I freeze the second she takes me in her mouth, slurping down my cock like some kind of blowjob prodigy. For fuck’s sake.

I’m so pent-up from playing with her pussy, I might come before I give her the second orgasm of her life…

Damn. This woman.

Kiara glides her mouth up and down my dick like a pro, taking as much of me between her lips as she can.

Pride and pleasure mix into a heady concoction. “That’s my good girl, take it all. Yeah …just like that.”

Then she starts to blow me faster, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

I stuff two fingers back into her pussy, wrap my lips around her clit, and suck.

That gets a reaction. Kiara unseals her mouth from my cock, throwing her head back as she cries out while still rubbing my shaft up and down with her hand.

“You’re going to make me come again…” Her sweet, sexy voice comes out as a defeated whine. I can only groan in reply. “But I want to make you come too.”

Before I can react, Kiara plants her mouth over mine and sucks on my tongue.

Oh, damn . I can’t take much more of this.

With her wetness all over my face, she returns her perfect mouth to my cock.

Kiara releases my member when she convulses all over my face. The way her pussy grips my fingers triggers my orgasm too. I come hard as fucking hell all over my stomach.

It isn’t until we’re lying side by side, fuck drunk and exhausted, that I see how much of my come speckles both of us.

My eyes droop as my heavy breathing evens out.

What has this woman done to me?