Page 18 of Pucks and Books

My whole body is on fire, and every part of me is trembling for this man. He lifts me then, slowly lowering us to the floor as his big body covers mine. I wish I had time to soak in the cut of his body, the tattoos along his shoulders, but it’s taking everything out of me just to fucking breathe.

I hook my legs around his hips, digging my heels into his tight ass as he captures my mouth with his. He’s throbbing inside me, and it feels so damn good, I almost don’t want him to move. His tongue strokes mine, and I can taste myself on his lips. He smells so fucking good; I want to burrow myself in his neck and never move. I squeeze him with my pussy, and he groans deeply against my mouth.

“Naughty girl,” he whispers against my lips. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Please. God, please.”

“God isn’t here, but I am.”

This would be a perfect moment to ask for his name, but there is no time before he is moving in and out of me. Each time he pulls out, emptying me, I gasp, but then he slams into me, filling me to the brim, and I whimper just for him. He takes hold of my legs and pushes my knees to the floor, going deeper into me, and I cry out as the pain blinds me. But it’s so delicious, there is no stopping the moan that escapes from deep within my chest for him.

Each thrust is intense, but when he takes his hand from my knee and runs his thumb along my clit, I jerk against him. “I can’t!”

“You will,” he insists, stroking me as he stills inside me. “Come for me, baby.”

I don’t know how, but I feel myself going rigid. My fingers bite into his forearms, and soon, I’m squeezing my eyes so tightly, stars appear. When I snap, falling over the edge, a silent cry leaves my lips as he starts to pound into me.

“That’s my girl. Yes, Lou. You’re so lovely when you’re coming on my cock.”

It’s insane, it’s beautiful, and I am fucking lost.

His thrusts become more urgent, more demanding, and when he slams into me with a roar, filling me up with his release, I can only hold on and hope I stay in one piece. I feel as if he splits me in two, but fuck if I don’t love it. He thrusts once more, and then his weight is suffocating me.

But I welcome it.

I crave it.

He rolls to the side of me, turning me so his cock stays inside my pulsating center. He kisses me hard, playing with my tongue as he holds me close. He’s so warm, so big, and he smells so very manly that I never want to forget the scent for the rest of my days. I nip at his bottom lip then his top before pressing a kiss to his nose. He glides his lips down my jaw, my neck, and then bites my chin before grinning at me.

God, he’s stunning.

I cup his jaw, stroking my thumb along his cheek. He glides his nose over mine, and I ask, “What’s your name?”

His lips curve deeply, and when the dimples flash, I can’t help but grin back. He feels amazing beside me. I fit right in next to him, his body wrapping around mine like I’ve never experienced in my life. In my defense, the men I’ve been with have never wanted to cuddle or hold me. Usually, they fuck me and leave, but he isn’t moving. He holds my exhausted and lusciously spent body as he gazes down at me. He kisses my lips again. “Ciaran,” he says and then spells it for me.

“Ciaran,” I repeat, and his hips move into mine, pushing his spent cock deeper into me.

I feel his cock jerk inside me, and my breath catches.

“Oh, I like the way you say my name.”

I flash him my most devastating grin. The one that usually gets me laid. “Ciaran,” I repeat, running my lips over his, and I feel his cock throbbing just for me. “I want more, Ciaran.”

He captures my jaw in his big hand. “Then more is what I’m going to give you.”

CHAPTER 12

Ciaran

Well…I’ve found myself in a situation.

A situation I know how I need to navigate, but my wants don’t line up with the needs.

And that’s a problem.

A problem I’m having a hard time trying to solve, especially when thinking isn’t an option with Louisa’s legs all tangled up with mine. I look down into her face, her head tipped back as she takes in huge gulps of air and lets them out, her breath warm against my jaw. Her chest presses against my chest, and her heart beats in cadence with mine. I slide my hand down her throat, her shoulder, before taking her side in my grip. I have her ass in one hand and the other at her side, sliding my thumb along her rolls that have been taunting me since I met her. She feels so good in my hands, like I knew she would.

And that’s not helping my problem.

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