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The sounds of her pleasure make my cock rigid all over again.
She comes hard and fast like a sudden thunderstorm, wetting my chin, her fingers wrenching my hair.
I do not care if she yanks everything out by the root; I will keep at it until she’s spent.
Her clit is mine.
As she trembles out her release, I sink my forefinger into her tight hole, feeling her flex around me.
How good will that feel when it’s my cock and not just my finger?
I cover her hard clit with my mouth and suck. And tease. And, ever so gently, scrape it with my teeth.
“Cian! Oh my god!”
She screams my name as yet another release follows on the heels of the previous one.
Her body curls in on itself as her muscles seize.
I moan on her pussy, and she rasps out my name.
Wrenching her thighs wider, I turn and nip the soft flesh of her inner leg.
“Cian…Cian…”
She reaches for me as I roll away, scrambling with the tiny foil packet.
Once I’m situated and ready, I’m all hers.
“Cian,” she whispers again, tucked against me, close and safe. She reaches down and touches me there. “You’re…so hard…again?”
I kiss her harder than I should, but she responds with a licking tongue and a soft moan. “I don’t think you realize what you do to me, Serenity. You’re so sexy I could pound nails just from looking at you in that fucking dress.”
“Please do not go around pounding nails,” she says with a near-exhausted smile. “Pound me instead.”
God, this woman.
“If you’re sure you’re not too tired,” I say.
She pouts, and that’s my cue.
I roll on top of her and take that pouty lip between my teeth. At the same time, she reaches down to guide me into her warmth.
“There,” she gasps when I let go of her lip. “Yes, yes, yes!”
I watch in wonder as her eyes roll back into her head.
“Give it to me…hard…please!”
Everything in me tightens with need. I push in all the way to the hilt, and her warm cunt takes me so sweetly. Perfectly. As if we were built for each other.
“Greedy little thing,” I say, hitching her leg higher, pushing her knee up, and taking her hard and deep.
“You’re mine,” she rasps.
I feel like punching the air like a twat at a rugby victory. I don’t actually do that, but I revel in this feeling—of Serenity making me feel like an absolute fucking king.
“And you’re mine, baby. We were built for this.”
