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His thrusts were hard, his balls teasing me with each stroke.

He rose again and wrapped his arms around my legs, sinking into my cunt, the heat growing in my core.

I tried to twist, to increase the glorious pressure on the spots I needed it as his cock grazed my sensitive insides.

He moved his hands to my breasts, squeezing them and grazing my nipples with every thrust.

My hands gripped the duvet as the heat grew stronger.

Lorcan pushed into me, stopping, falling on me, bending me in half, and consuming my lips.

Every bit of my body was on fire, from my nipples to my puckered asshole, where his balls rested.

I moaned, the sound stifled by his tongue.

I tried to pull my hips down and back up, but I was held in such a way that I couldn’t find relief.

He palmed my breasts as he pulled his cock out of me.

“Why?” I gasped. “I was so close. Isn’t that what you want?”

He kissed me again, his fingers on my breasts sending tiny shivers through me. “An orgasm is simple. I want to watch you fall to pieces, wildflower.”

I inhaled a quick breath through my nose. “But—”

Lorcan’s lips fell to mine again, his tongue invading my mouth, his fingers rolling my nipples to keep them hard—just on the edge. His cock rested on my entrance, and I moved my hips from side to side, feeling my clit run across it. He pulled his cock away from me, and I groaned around his tongue.

“You need to learn how to behave.” He dropped his lips to my nipples toying with each with his tongue.

He caught my gaze. “Learn how to listen.” He placed his hands on my hips and rolled me onto my stomach before pulling my knees down to the bench on either side of his.

He ran a hand over my ass, and my thighs clenched.

“I remember, no pain,” he murmured into my ear as he squeezed my ass.

“But you’ll still learn, even if only for now. ”

He rubbed his palms across my ass until the skin became so sensitive it sent a shiver through me—a restless ache for something sharper than the blood pulsing just beneath the surface.

He brought his hands together between my legs, pushing both index fingers inside my opening.

His thumbs rested across my netherhole with his middle fingers across my clit. “That doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“No.” My legs twitched. I wanted to push back into his hands, but stopped myself.

“Mmm. You’re learning, wildflower. You’re such a good girl.

” He pressed his thumbs against my asshole, pulling his fingers from me with excruciating slowness, allowing the rest to feather over my clit.

He pushed back inside me as I held still, except for the whimper and shudder I couldn’t control as he reached his knuckles.

He repeated the motion, the air around us heavy with need.

He moved his hands in a circle, simultaneously massaging my clit, insides, and ass. I choked back a moan, my legs twitching as I held myself still, allowing him to send streaks of warmth through my body.

His body blanketed mine as he bent over my back and kissed me behind my ear before sitting back up. “Listening isn’t so difficult, is it?” He pulled his fingers away from me, and I dropped to the bed, needing him inside me.

“Lorcan, please.” I forced the words out, my heart hammering in my chest. “Please let me come.” My legs trembled beneath me, the silky feel of the duvet cushioning my breasts, making them tingle.

“Lift yourself off the bed.” His voice coaxed me.

“What?” I looked over my shoulder at him.

He placed his hands under my ribs, allowing my breasts to hang free, and lifted me off the bed, pulling my ass back toward him. Just as my hard nipples grazed the duvet, he stopped lifting. “Keep yourself at that height, right there, or I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

My arms trembled, but I nodded, unsure how to obey but desperate to do so.

“Right there, Briar, so every time I push into that tight cunt of yours, you feel the soft caress of the duvet against your hard nipples. If I can’t see it happening—if you can’t listen—I’ll stop fucking you.”

I clenched my jaw and nodded, my body on fire, begging for any release he would grant me.

A shiver went through me as I glanced at my nipples grazing the gray silk beneath me as Lorcan’s hands caressed my ass, pulling the cheeks apart and exposing me.

I didn’t dare move, my nipples resting on the bed as my stomach knotted.

What was he considering? What did I want him to do?

He moaned low in his chest as he moved his hands.

He placed one in the middle of my back and, with the other, guided his cock into my swollen, begging cunt.

When the tip was firmly in my folds, he placed his hands on either side of me.

He bent down to my neck, licking the side, the tip of his cock inside me.

“Keep your breasts right there,” he whispered into my ear.

I nodded, staring at the hand next to my hip, biting my lip, my heart thundering in my chest, wondering what was coming.

His knuckles turned white as he grasped the edge of the bed, pushing into me with such ferocity that he propelled my hips forward into the mattress.

A shriek fell from my lips. My nipples grazed across the silky material.

I stifled a whimper, my entrance quivering around him, just bordering on pain but not crossing the line.

“That was gorgeous. Can you take that, wildflower?” Lorcan asked as he pulled back.

“Yes,” I moaned, uncertain of what was happening to me and where this had come from, but I didn’t want him to stop. If anything, I wanted more.

He slammed into me again. I bit back a scream, holding my lower lip between my teeth.

My body bent over the edge of the bed—exposed and dominated—and my breasts bounced with every thrust at a pace I had never experienced.

Each drive pushed my nipples across the material, causing needles of pleasure in them; my cunt yearning for his cock to punish it.

I needed it, every hard stroke, every feeling that was rising in my chest and soul.

I focused on keeping the material rubbing across my nipples, just as he demanded, knowing Lorcan would stop if I didn’t listen.

They grew harder with each delicious push.

“You’re beautiful, wildflower. Panting.” The mattress caught my body as his cock smashed into me. I lifted my chest back to his desired height, the soft material tickling me.

“Gasping.”

Again. My nipples skimmed the silk, causing a shock to go through my chest. My mouth hung open, trying to pull in oxygen. I squeezed my eyes closed, bracing for the next stroke.

“Wanting.”

His hips hit my ass, my nipples grazing the duvet, the motion feeling like tongues of flames. Another whine fell from my lips. I didn’t know how much more I could take, but I wanted it—wanted him.

“Lorcan,” I moaned, barely able to catch my breath. Tears blurred my vision—not from pain, but from the intensity unraveling me. I threw my head back, almost with a sob, and focused on the sensations in my breasts and the mounting pressure between my legs.

“Your cunt… is taking… my… cock… perfectly.” Lorcan’s voice growled in my ear, broken up by his hips slamming into me, driving me on, the pressure in my core building, my body taking the punishing strokes.

I pushed into my hands, holding my body where he wanted, where he commanded, because I wanted more.

His fingers found my clit and started to circle, and the heat inside me rose, the tension reaching a level I had never approached before.

I moaned, no longer focused on anything but his hand between my legs.

His fingers slowed, his cock pulling almost all the way out of me. Not again!

I glanced at his hand between my legs and, as I did, saw my nipples resting fully on the bed.

I raised my chest, my swollen nubs waiting against the material beneath me.

As soon as I positioned my breasts, his huge cock rammed into my wetness, and his fingers circled my most sensitive place, my nipples gliding across the duvet.

I no longer fought the moans each stroke coaxed from my chest. Heat rose in every part of my body.

Every nerve throbbed with need, screaming for release as he slammed into me—my body aching to obey, poised at the edge of something darker I wasn’t sure I wanted to resist. I whimpered as he rolled my clit between his thumb and forefinger, savoring the edge, a growl deep in his chest.

My legs shook beneath me, barely holding me up as my body collapsed, my muscles tightening around his cock as it pounded into my core.

“Oh God,” I cried out. My fingers twisted into the duvet, my blood rushing in my ears as wave after wave of ecstasy poured through me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, tears streaming from them, focusing on the euphoria consuming my body.

“Let go,” Lorcan breathed. His hands swept up to my breasts, pulling my back to him, lifting me and forcing his cock into my sensitive front wall as I shook.

“That’s it, wildflower. Shatter for me.” His fingers pushed into my breasts, applying constant pressure to my burning nipples as he squeezed them between the fingers of each hand. Fresh waves coursed through my body as I spasmed in his arms, moaning, gasping for air, destroyed.

He groaned in my ear, “Be a good girl and fall to pieces. Soak us both.”

His small thrusts caused my body to explode all over again, sweat pouring down my back.

My breaths came in such ragged gasps, I wasn’t sure I was breathing.

My body screamed, feeling it was being torn in two from my center.

Every muscle shook with delirium, all focused on Lorcan’s cock inside me.

I continued to shake and crossed my arms over his, grateful for the support as I caught my breath.

As I started to regain my senses, I felt a warm trickle seeping from my cunt, which I recognized as Lorcan’s cum. His lips sealed to the sensitive spot at the base of my neck, the air flowing fast into his lungs. His tongue licked my neck one last time as my body continued to shake.

He slid back, pulling his cock out of me, standing and turning me toward him.

His lips were gentle on mine as he bent his knees and slid an arm behind my legs, cradling me in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck, not able to get enough of his lips, tears continuing to stream from my eyes.

When we reached the head of the bed, he twisted so he could pull down the covers using the hand under my legs.

He placed me into the bed and climbed in next to me, pulling my head to his chest.

He ran his hand through my hair as my body stopped trembling and my tears subsided. My heart filled with every tormented feeling I could have for him.

“You deserve that,” he said.

I looked up at his face to see him staring at the ceiling. “What?” I wasn’t sure I heard him right.

“You deserve someone who will fuck you that way every day, wildflower.” He kissed the top of my head as he ran his fingers up and down my spine in a mesmerizing motion. His hand covered mine, resting on his chest.

My heart slowed, and I relished lying in Lorcan’s arms, the glow of my orgasm settling on me. My breathing became steady and focused. “Lorcan…” I breathed, safe and content.

Before I drifted off, I thought I heard him whisper, “You deserve to be worshipped, but for us, this can be the only time.”