Page 12 of Hard Irish Mobster


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I can feel the thickness of his cock pressing into the seam of my ass and I moan, writhing against him, and he must like the friction on his cock because he grips my hips and pulls me back until all of my back is pressed against his front.

“Does mo chroí want her cock?”

I quickly remember we are not alone and raise my hands to cover myself, but as I swivel my head toward the door I find Luka has left us at some point.

It’s only me, Sylan and the beautiful sunrise.

Beams of light filter through the unobstructed view of the city and catches in his hair. It’s so black that when the light hits a few of the strands, I see hints of blue.

I nod.

“Put your hands on the glass and spread your legs.”

Currents of anticipation send excitement through every cell in my body as he slips his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pulls the white silk past my thighs. They join my uniform on the floor.

He’s on his knees behind me and I suck in a harsh breath when I feel the softness of his lips press into the globes of my ass beside his fingers.

Reaching up the length of my back, he releases my bra with a flick of his fingers and I shed it, marveling at the feel of the cool glass against my breasts.

Below us, Chicago stirs, unaware I’m looking out as I’m about to get thoroughly fucked.

“Sy, please. I need you.” I don’t realize I’m begging until the words are out of my mouth and I don’t regret a single one.

He’s back on his feet before I can have any other kind of reaction and I turn around, working the buttons of his shirt free.

I need to feel him. I peel back the white material to reveal black swirls across rippling muscle, and I’m tempted to run my tongue over every single one.

For once I give in to my temptations and it is bliss. I’m damn tired of not having what I want when I want. I put my hands on his shoulders and push the shirt free from his arms. I lean in and our moans collide when my tongue runs over the first swirl of ink curling beneath his left pec. I continue my path up his chest, only stopping to work the tip of his nipple with a flick of my tongue. I take the small peak between my lips and suck.

He must like that because he grips my hips, hauls me up his body and bruises his lips against mine. Cool glass chills my back while enough heat to warm hell over twice consumes me from the front.

But Sylan is no devil. No, the man in front of me is nothing less than my savior. I only hope I can return the favor someday.

He growls loudly into my mouth, and I have my legs around his thick waist, the hard ridge of his cock between my legs. I gasp at the rough sensation of his zipper against my sensitive lips and my needy clit demands more. I move my hips over him and moan from the delicious feel, my back arching just enough to cause my bare nipples to brush over his chest. One shock leads to another, and I clasp the hard peaks between my fingers, giving a hard tug.

A jolt of savage need takes a hold of me causing warm liquid to slip from my tight channel to drench the front of his slacks.

“You’re a fucking beauty when you get excited for me.”

He skims his hands over my thighs, working his way around until he has my ass in the palms of his hands. He kneads the plump flesh and I grind against his bulge. Holding my weight with one arm, he and frees his engorged cock. Cum leaks from the head and I reach between our bodies and position him at the entrance of my pussy.

He tenses and makes a move to pull away. “Are you sure?”

I know what he is asking, and I’m touched he cares for me so much when it would be so easy to fuck me and not worry about the part that comes after having hellacious sex.

“I’m protected and even if you do get me pregnant, I’m yours, right?”

“Fuck yes. Mine and mine alone. I don’t share.” He’s growling again, and I love the thrill of belonging.

I dig my heels into his ass as the fat head of his cock pushes into the tight grip of my pussy.

“Fuck yes,” I groan.

As if using every muscle in his body he holds me tight and thrusts. I angle my hips and when he does it again, he hits my clit and I cry out. I love his strength and love the way he already has the pressure of my release building.

“This is only a warm-up. I will not have my fill having you only once. Fuck, it’s going to take a lifetime and then maybe that won’t be enough.”

He lifts me off him and then uses his strength to drive in as he lowers me. I lean back, pressed up against the window and tighten my legs as he fucks me hard and fast.

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