Page 44 of Mob Saint

“I know how significant that is, Daddy. I don’t want you to think I don’t. It means the world to me that you want to share this with me.”

“I want to make you happy, little one, because you make me happy. I know some of the time we’ve spent together has had a pall cast over it. But that doesn’t mean I don’t find happiness in just being near you.”

“I know that. I feel the same way. There have been some challenges, but I’m happier with you than without.

He lowers his body to mine, careful not to squash me. His lips brush over mine before he presses them to me. It’s as demanding a kiss as earlier. One that lets me know he wants me. One that lets me know I matter. I haven’t felt like I matter to anyone but my parents in years. Even before Aaron died.

I reach between us to finish unbuttoning his shirt. I push one sleeve down, then the other as he shifts his weight to shake the sleeves free. Then I’m pushing his pants down. He has to break the kiss long enough to get them and his socks off. Thank God. No guy has ever had sex with me while his socks were on. It’s too cliché, and I’m glad Seamus didn’t break that streak.

I stroke him when he moves back to hover over me again. He shifts to be between my legs, but I grab at him when he scoots down the bed. He settles between my legs and looks up at me. Wolfish is the only way to describe his expression. He’s the Big Bad Wolf, and he’s going to gobble me up. Who am I to stop him?

He smatters kisses all over my belly. I want to suck it in again, surprised and nervous. But he didn’t like it when I did that before. His massive hand slides along my left ribs before sweeping over my tummy and up my right ribs. Then his hand slips back to my waist, gripping it. I don’t like it at first when he has a handful of my rolls. But he sighs. Fucking sighs.

The sexy heat in his eyes is gone and replaced with—I don’t know—relief? Contentment? He just looks at ease for the first time ever. There’s always been an edge of wariness. I’ve never felt it toward me, but more about our surroundings. Like he’s never relaxed around me, and it’s been more situational awareness than anything else. Now he’s just Seamus. I truly have the man, not the mobster, and he’s between my thighs.

That tempts me to giggle, but it would be the most inopportune time for that. He’s shy, and I realize he puts on a bigger persona than is his genuine personality. He is who he has to be when he’s around everyone else. He was who he believed he had to be around me. I’m seeing him with his guard down, and it makes me feel like a million bucks. Not just because he likes what he sees and feels. It makes my heart near bursting to know he can have this with me—have this reprieve. I don’t think he has it often. Maybe around his family. I don’t know. But I cherish it.

He lowers his head to my pussy and licks. Fucking hell. That feels beyond amazing. What is the next level? Divine? He slips his tongue into me and flicks my clit from beneath it. Then he swirls his tongue over it as his lips close around it. He sucks, and my hips nearly come off the mattress. His hand is tracing lazy circles over my belly, and I don’t think he notices because he appears fully interested with my pussy. He’s looking at it now like he’s planning his attack.

“Cailín, I don’t know what I want short of devouring you. If there’s something you like or don’t like, tell me. I want to make you scream my name over and over. I want to feel you come on my fingers and dick and tongue. Tell me whatever you want me to do. I’ll do anything.”

I believe him.

“Just keep doing what you’re doing. I like it. Love it.”

He returns his mouth to my pussy, sliding two fingers in. Then three. I want him to move faster. I want him to move slower. I want him to hurry up and get me off. I want him to prolong my excitement and need. I just want him.

He strokes my g spot, his hand now pressing down on his fingers from on top of my stomach. It feels incredible. Is that higher praise than amazing? I want to close my eyes and revel in the moment, but I also don’t want to miss a moment of how Seamus looks at me. He concentrates as though nothing else is going on in the world. Nothing else exists.

My need is building to a point where I don’t think I can stop my body even if my mind tells me to slow down.

“Seamus, I’m close.”

“Who am I?”

“Daddy. My Daddy.”

He sucks so hard on my clit that it hurts. He grazes his teeth over it, and I shake. He rubs his thumb in hard, fast circles until I know I’m going to come if he keeps going for another three or four seconds.

“May I come, Daddy?”

“Don’t ask unless I tell you that’s how we are.”

I squeeze my eyes shut as it starts. I concentrate on the sensations as the wave moves toward the shore. Then I need to see him. I need to know what he’s doing. Not the fingers that are working my clit. I need to know if he’s staring off into space when he thinks I’m not watching. I’ve had plenty of men do that. I had a past before I was with Aaron, and it wasn’t one of abstinence.

No. Seamus isn’t like any other man I know, and I should have given him more credit. He’s watching what he’s doing, and he appears fully immersed in the task. His gaze shifts to my face, perhaps sensing I’m watching him. The hunger is back in his eyes, and I come when I see it. I’ve never felt so desired in my life.

“Daddy!”

I suck in a lungful of air after I scream. Thank God my neighbors are probably at work. I hope they are as he pushes up onto his hands and moves back toward my head. He kisses me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I want to recoil, never enjoying tasting myself.

“You will taste what I do.”

He reads my mind before he sticks his tongue back into my mouth, swirling it around to touch practically every inch of mine. I’m stroking him, and he’s a fucking iron pipe in my hands. He’s big. Long and thick. I’ve been with men nearly like him. Maybe they were, but I can’t remember that clearly. I just know no one is going to feel like him. I guide the tip of his cock to my pussy. I barely get my hand out of the way as his hips draw back. I know what’s coming, and I don’t want to stop him.

He enters me so hard I scream around his tongue. My thighs grip his hips as my fingers claw his back.

“Fuck, Seamus.”

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