Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Clover whispers in shock, “Will… Will that hurt?”
“No, wee thing,” I tell her. “I’ll be gentle,” I promise. I move over her slowly before I grip my cock and tease it along her entrance. The wetness of her causes me to groan. “Close yer eyes and feel this,” I coax in a whisper as I tease her cunt.
Every time the piercing makes contact with her clit, she trembles and moans.
“Fuck me,” Clover suddenly cries out as she pulls me closer. Her eyes lock on mine. “Fuck me.”
I move to her entrance, my cock already slick with her juices, and I inch into her tight cunt. Her walls suck me in, and I have to shut my eyes and bite my tongue to keep from comin’ too soon. Jesus feckin’ Christ, she feels good.
“Is it okay?” I grit out as I thrust deeper and meet her stare.
Clover nods, biting her lip as she looks up at me. “It feels… good.”
Her breathless words are evidence of her enjoying our tryst. But when her pussy grips me tight, I almost lose it. She’s drenched, soakin’ my dick, and I thrust one final time until I’m balls deep inside her.
I didn’t think I could feel this good again. Sex has become nothin’ more than an instinct to me. Somethin’ I do because it’s needed. But right now, it’s as if I’ve died and gone to heaven.
We move together, and my mouth captures hers. The softness of her body and the way she moves is enough to drive me insane. She could turn a saint into a sinner. But it’s not me who’s movin’ after a while, it’s her.
Clover arches her back, her eyes locked on mine as she moves her hips, rolling them in time with mine. I grip her gently before flippin’ us over, and she’s on top. I’m still deep inside her.
“Take what you need, my Lucky girl.”
I want her to feel like she has the power, like she’s in control. I don’t think she’s ever had that. And as she obeys me, her tits bounce as she moves. Her body is incredible.
I recline on the bed and watch. It’s better than any porn I’ve ever seen.
Her head falls back, and her body curves. She looks like a piece of art as she rides my cock faster and faster. I’m focused on her now. I want her to come. But I don’t say anythin’ because she’s lost in her own pleasure. It’s hypnotic watchin’ her bounce on my dick.
I could watch her all feckin’ day and night. When I feel her walls pulse, I reach for her breasts, and she looks down at me with a smile. I tease her nipples, tuggin’ and tweakin’ them, which sends her over the edge and her cunt squeezes my cock, milkin’ me for all I’m worth.
I can’t hold back any longer. I empty my seed inside her. She falls onto my chest, her body cocoonin’ mine, and her arms hold on to me as if I were her saviour. And I hope that at some point, I can be. Because I’m so fucked, not just physically but mentally. I want this girl.
I’ve just claimed her, even if she doesn’t realise it yet. Because there’s no way I’m ever lettin’ her get away from me again.
TEN
SULLY
The apartment is dark and cold when I step inside. I didn’t expect to still be thinking about the wee blonde after I left the bar this mornin’, but I can’t get her out of my head. I didn’t think I’d see her again. And I definitely didn’t think I’d bump into her only a couple of blocks from where I’m livin’. Fer one thing, I figured she’d gone back across the pond. Not sure what brought me to her door last night, but I can’t say I’m disappointed.
She was perfectly beautiful. A vision. An angel. I’ve never been with a woman who’s made me unsure of myself, but she took what she needed, and I gave her what I could. I hope she doesn’t regret what we did.
I shoulda stayed, especially after the night we had, but I didn’t want to see if she had any regrets. I asked her fer one night, and she gave me that. I don’t want to overstay my welcome. She’s still gettin’ over what happened to her. I could tell from how tense she was last night. It took her a while to let go, to allow herself the pleasure. I doubt she’s ever had that before. But I can’t deny I’m thankful I was the one to give it to her.
Which brings my thoughts back to the here and now. Focus. Last night needs to settle in my mind for later because I have work to do.
It’s comin’ up to Paddy’s Day weekend, and we’re on edge waitin’ on Bragan to make his move. He’s comin’ fer us, but we don’t know how or when. Even though we’re always ready for an attack of sorts—livin’ this life doesn’t bring you peace at the best of times—there’s an underlyin’ threat that comes with the feckin’ Irish mob.