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Zoey fought her rocking senses as she felt his fingers retreat. The vibrator wasn’t retreating, though. With surprising speed he anchored it firmly inside her before she felt him rising behind her.
Her body was a mass of sensations, fiery pleasure and intense demands.
“There, love.” Doogan’s lips pressed to her hip, one hand reaching beneath her, and a second later Zoey cried out desperately, the buzzing vibration filling her vagina, rippling through it and sending tremors of desperate sensation rocking her body.
“Now, baby.” His voice was hoarser, deeper. “Now, I get to fuck that pretty little ass. Do ye know how often I’ve dreamed of it, love?”
The broad, blunt crest tucked against her back opening, the pressure blooming through the nerve endings building as the heated cock head began pressing in slowly.
So slow.
“Oh God . . . Doogan . . .” She pressed her forehead into the bed; her body shook, shuddering as she felt the opening parting, stretching around him with a slow, fiery buildup of agony and ecstasy. The most pleasure she’d ever known mixed with a desperate, white-hot burn she eagerly accepted. Accepted and sought more of.
Doogan didn’t ease back, he didn’t allow the flames attacking her senses to falter, he only stoked them, built them, let them begin consuming her.
“Doogan. Please . . .” she begged, crying out desperately as the slow, stretching burn began to consume her, to build in her flesh.
Like a drug. This pleasure was like a drug. She couldn’t possibly survive . . .
“Should I stop, baby?” he crooned behind her. “Damn me, you’re so pretty. You’re opening for me love, flared around the tip of my cock, parting so sweet. And it’s like flames beginning to wrap around my dick, you’re so fucking tight.”
Steady, stretching, burning, pleasure and pain and the heavy vibration destroying her senses, leaving her to exist for nothing but the increasing detonations of sensations so deep and intense her entire body entered a state of hypersensitivity.
“Ah, Doogan.” She cried out his name again as the full width of his cock head slid inside, her muscles clenching with a spasming response and a surge of static sensation raced up her spine.
Her buttocks clenched furiously, involuntarily, the tissue locked beneath the blunt force rippling, working furiously to adapt to the invasion.
“That’s it, baby.” Guttural, rasping with pleasure, the hint of Irish, a shadow of emotion, he encouraged her acceptance as the tighter, more sensitive ring of tissue began flaring around the crest.
She couldn’t take more.
Grinding her forehead into the mattress, she sobbed out at the increasing demands whipping through her, the heightened sensation, her flesh stretching, pleasure-pain building, taking her . . .
Inside her pussy the vibrator’s deep, internal strokes and teasing caresses only aided the steadily rising, remorseless burn and demanding intensity overtaking her.
It wasn’t pleasure. It wasn’t pain. It was such a mix of both, so heightened, built to such a level it should have been terrifying. Should have been. If not for Doogan’s soft croon, one hand steadying her hip, the other stroking, caressing.
“Now, love,” he warned her gently. “We’re almost there, sweet. Just here . . .”
Zoey screamed.
That place she existed within burned white-hot, with sensations fracturing inside her, pulsing with such a violent overriding response that she knew that when it was over, she would never be the same.
He hadn’t been certain she would take him, Doogan realized as he forced his eyes to focus on the point where his body became a part of hers. The responsive tissue hugging the base of his cock rippled and pulled at his shaft. Inside, the bite of the inner ring of muscles locked down on his erection and rippling around it was nearly too much pleasure to bear.
It wasn’t the first time he’d taken a woman’s ass, but it was the first time he’d heard that scream of surrender and felt a woman give herself to him like that.
He could feel it. She was open to him, taking every moment of pleasure, every shocking second of carnal hunger into her woman’s soul and locking around it while she gave a part of herself to him.
“Zoey, baby . . .” He wanted to sob for both of them. Because he felt her inside his soul, a presence so subtle he hadn’t even realized what had been spurring the hunger for her until now.
He shook his head.
No. Emotion wasn’t allowed. He could regret, hunger, he could even care. Love wasn’t reality. It was a fantasy. A fucking chimera . . .
And it was digging into his soul like talons.
A hard shake of his head didn’t clear it, no more than it cleared the beads of sweat stinging his fucking eyes.
