“Yeah?” he shifts, and I swear, it’s like another inch of his dick pushes inside me.
“Oh, God.”
His fingers circle my nipples, thumbing them between his forefingers, pinching, almost sneaking a squeeze.
My climax starts deep in my core as waves of contractions flow through me until my clit vibrates. Head thrown back, I howl, “Yes. God, right there.”
“God isn’t here, sparkles. Only me, and I own you, not him.” His hands wind around my waist as he pulls our bodies together to kiss me through the orgasm.
When I come down, he’s still kissing me.
And he’s still hard.
Feeling playful, I lean back, wetting my hair. I come back up with long, wet strands around my face.
“You’re a wild girl away from the office, aren’t you?”
“I am now.” I sigh and keep moving. “How do you want to come?”
“In your arse.”
CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
Eoghan
At the risk of sounding like a damn broken record, I hope Jillian’s figured out she’s mine. And if she had any doubt before now, what I’m about to do, take her in such a primal manner, this seals the deal.
I will not be denied her heart and her soul.
“Turn around and hold on to the edge of the tub,” I whisper in her ear.
“Will it hurt?”
“Only if you give in to the pain.”
“You’re so damn big, Eoghan,” she says warily. “How can it not hurt?”
I laugh, stroking myself.
“You’re gonna beg for every inch.” I have to prep her, though. “Put your head down and relax. Just give yourself over to me, sparkles.”
Peppering kisses down her back, I grab the fleshy halves of her round, juicy arse. Staring at what I want so bad, what I’ve wanted the minute she got naked for me, I lower my mouth and lick her sensitive hole.
“Yes,” my sparkles purrs.
Told you…
Wanting more of her moans, I continue to feast on her, pushing my fingers close to the puckered nerves.
She grinds her arse harder into my face. I suckle and lick to the rhythm of her gyrations and heat blazes up my throbbing cock, as I taste the last woman my mouth will ever come near.
It pleases me that she’s the one.
I finger her tight little hole, one finger, then two.
“Is that… Is that what it’s like,” she moans.
“Better,” I say between kisses, fingering her, stretching her for me.