Page 66 of Mob Princess

“We thought so for the first forty minutes, but the car got off the highway. I didn’t see it when I canvased the neighborhood while Ms. Tremblay was in the house.” Seamus surprises Lina because I feel her stiffen.

“Ms. Tremblay?” She sounds hurt but appears thoughtful. “You’ve never used my first name.”

She looks up at me, and she still appears sad. She doesn’t get the distance Seamus put between them. I’ll explain yet another thing when we’re alone.

“No sign of either guy?” I know my cousins know who I’m talking about.

“No.”

“Sean?”

“Let’s get in the car and head to the hotel.” I nudge Lina, and she walks with me to the limo. I don’t want a cramped town car.

Once we’re in, I lift her onto my lap before she can fasten her seat belt. She’s in a dress, and I can feel the heat from her cunt pressing against my dick. I slide my hands up her thighs, enjoying the bare skin against my palms until I cup her arse.

“Feck, cailín. My hands have felt so empty since the last time I touched you.” I’ve been fantasizing about her every moment that hasn’t been filled with work.

“I’ve had a lot of time to think about the way you feel, too.” She presses her pussy harder against my cock.

“Lina, we have a lot to talk about. I understand if you’d rather do that first.”

“Nope.”

I wrap my hands around her waist and shift until I can lay her along one of the long bench seats. This is why I wanted the limo. I unbutton the top of her dress, and she pulls down her bra. I stare at what I did the other day. I left a lot more marks than I realized, and some are going to take longer to fade than others. I have a moment of guilt.

“Sean, I love seeing them. I love that they’re going to last a few more days.” She lifts her head to give my lips a peck.

I scoot back and lick her left nipple over and over, swirling my tongue around it until it tightens. I move to the right one and suck. I bite, but not enough to break the skin. I keep inching back until I’m kneeling on the floor. I lift her right leg over my shoulder as I kiss the inside of her left thigh. Then I’m at the promised land.

I lave her cunt from the back to front. I press my tongue inside her, flexing it as she writhes. I move onto her clit, flicking it over and over until I suck that, too. All the while, my fingers play with her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger.

“Sean, that feels amazing… Fuck… The things you’re doing. I—Fuck, I’m close… Yes. I’m?—”

I suck extra hard on her clit, my fingers now in her and stroking her g spot. She lifts her hips off the seat, and I let her. She tenses as she comes. I love watching her. I love knowing I pleasure her. I don’t stop. I press my pinky against her arsehole, and she sucks in a breath. I do nothing more for now, unsure what her experience is with this. An image of Colt pops into my mind, but I shove it aside. I do not want to know what they did together.

“I want it all.” She speaks on an exhale.

The pad of my pinky goes a bit deeper.

“Have you?”

“Yes.”

Again, Colt comes to mind. Fuck that motherfucker.

“I want to see you with a plug in your arse before I take it.”

“You don’t have to take what’s given to you.”

Our gazes lock before I pull my fingers from her. I move up to hover over her. She reaches for my belt. I let her unfasten my pants and push down my boxer briefs. I wrap my hand around my cock and slide it between her pussy lips, coating it. Her hand covers mine before I slip it out from beneath her. She aims the tip to her pussy, but I don’t flex my hips. We’re still looking at each other, so I harden my expression.

She releases me immediately. Her hands go over her head, and I thrust as hard as I dare. I’m balls deep, and I want to come just from how her cunt squeezes around me. I shift again, so my elbows bracket her head, and I bear my weight on my elbows and forearms. I cover her hands with mine, and she spreads her fingers. I entwine our fingers as I keep surging into her. I can’t—yes, I could—I’ll never make the excuse that there’s a point of no return for men to control themselves—I don’t want to stop.

I pound into her as her hips rise and roll to meet mine. I rub my pubic bone against her clit every time I sink all the way into her. I’ve had plenty of sex since I was sixteen and lost my virginity. I’ve had amazing sex, and I’ve had pathetically disappointing sex. Most of it’s been somewhere in between. I’ve thought I’ve had earth shakingly good sex. But I know now that I was sorely mistaken. Nothing physical or emotional has felt like being with Lina.

Shane and I flew back to New York to drop off our men, then my brother and I came up here. He’s still in Boston to keep an eye on Ewan. Since I was alone in the plane for nearly an hour, I did some googling. I don’t want to think this is infatuation or just the strongest case of lust I’ve ever had. I want to think this could be more, so I looked up the neuroscience behind love at first sight. Of course, there’re conflicting theories and opinions. But I found enough articles to believe there’s a reasonable possibility it could be real.

“Sean, harder.”

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